Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

When you stall, get up and walk
on a spinning lump of silica and iron.
Picture it through ruined oak floorboards,
hurtling through black.

Write poems in 1918 smoke clearings,
filthy craftsman hovels, magnetic myths.
Record my eyes, gunmetal microphone.
Stop the tape at the punchline.

"When you stall"

And I am thinking
free fall
drop like a rock

I think I need to check my dinosaurus to see what other meanings there are for " stall."

I hate you mnaz
I think I would walk a way
and leave this place
but for your mind fucks.
I gotta stay

sorry by the flash back mnaz.
I suppose a writer never knows what word a reader may seize on.

Stalled
v.tr.

5. To cause (an aircraft) to go into a stall.

a gut sucking feeling

like I got from this poem

Well Jack.... the original thought was writer's block..

'get up and walk it off', a roommate of mine once told me...
the thing kinda wrote itself from there, with some images I had
kickin' around.

I like the tape thing. May have to do with more with that..

Picture it through ruined oak floorboards,
hurtling through black

yes i can picture it
thank you
i liked it a lot mark
all of it
but that bit sparkled for me
go figure.

I love 1918 smoke clearings - the puff of rifles, I love General George Armstrong Custer's 7th Cavalry Lost Air Wing! The sound of biplanes circling out of sight above the clouds of my dreams...the spent cartridges found by a team from the History Channel...kerosene campers low dosing on Sitting Bull's prairie grass!...

I like it!!!!! , specially the last four lines!!

this may help...
http://www.aeclectic.net/tarot/cards/cr ... ndex.shtml

Peace,
Barry

sorry about the ramble mark
Glad I read the poem

I get up and walk around when I get enthused about something I wrote.
It happens once in a while.