Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

light cried
on the inside
thighs of gal's gams,
the sham of such a
trick, slick as a magician's
wand fond of a magical
approach.

sunshine vehicle
honestly rocked advice
electrowired
superego custard in a dixie-cup
subway crime,
wine vinegared like
a slice of sale-away half-off
half-on channels, nosed into
a half-island beam,
anchored by a shadow waltz
doin unexpected things with
wiki-watch wagamaster –
digressions, interruptions
of picketpackets, knockrocker
tango fests, rollin' on a thunder
blessed by
hell, it's heaven's
dor again
just me

once more down the
fish mobile,
once more up the
scales, each tale told
slid like cortisone, numbin'
a dumb head like mine,
primed like a sump pump...
mumsdawoidbaybeeee
mumsdawoid

damn room is full, yanno?
gallery dancin like souls
woven into a cigar-lit smile,
ages upon stones, glint-out eyes,
reels running from one side
to the other of yojimbo,
STICK it in the air, brotha!
Stick the air with yer
suspension

eat this donut whole up
like nothing else dictionalized,
clocked cheshire on a branch,
smile wide like pumpkin seed mantra,
chantin' worm-mind supermen mensa stuff,
top of da mesa explainin hopi dancer secrets,
jackolantern nights, roadrunner mistakes,
killers bent on innocent taints of bloodletting,
an elegant matter of husky grown labyrinths,
epochs of traded words collapsed
on ridiculous percentages..

precious is the night!
precious is the voodoo, the passion play,
the way each spring sprang, each sing rang,
each conceived breath
became an irony,
a peace perceived,
quick pickypackets
of words strung down
my heart into my leg
where unexpected things –*
(custard, midshipmen, for example)....
come to meet me with you
where the sun becomes
one with the below-surface
explosion

hey babe!
if ya got a notion, let's have
conversations like this more often.
I got chills, brotha, up anotha spine slot

sham
trick
slick
magician's
wand
fond
approach.

why ya gonna fight about it?
gimme what i want
let's dance babe,
ok?

you lead.
i'll play
cymbal
isms

begs to be performed, like so much of your musical wanderings....
hip wordplay and rhythms keep you moving along...lotsa cool lines...

Indeed, crashingly good!!!!
H

i agree with my comrades. very nice!

battaboom! brushhhhhhh....ccccccccccymbal!

Some of it is just a cut-up of images from a lot of other people's poetry. Not the whole thing, but some of it. I'm a thief. "Good writers borrow. Great writers steal." - Archibald MacLeish. I call this gibberish poetry. It means nothing. But it's fun anyway.

thanks for reading you guys