Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the house behind the weed
the reason behind dream
the fish in the cloud clock
the copper coil floating in the glue
the clue that sings the blue
the rain drops like jazz notes
the circles behind the dots
the smears of love on the leaf
the shades on the shadows
the polished stripes on the rug
the numbers floating in a sea
the sea of sunlight coming
through the torn rags of sky
the shards of glass left in the dust
in the square hole that once
was a window of old times
sparks of wills o' wisps
the eye of the house behind
the word as big as a tree
the written words left on ink
an empty table filled with sense
of what was once the silence
of some forgotten space
that existed between
the shapes of a thought about
to transform into a timeless feather
and the sounds of rooms where
the thinkers sat and spoke like birds
the thought bearers of dark chirps
and ticks and tocks small moments
waiting in recesses of flesh and walls
the groaning of wood in deep forests
language crawling in books of moons
the pages flapping back and forth in the
dead of night
fingers turning them with slow force
twigs in a slight breeze scraping the air
her hair drapes the poetry behind the veil
she was breathing a circus of memory
the ghost rings of hoops and tigers of sleep
her hand makes another mark in the white

this one is really nice, friend. this one is wide and handles well...a trim beauty I envy.

my influence varies, usually i hear a line in my head
and then i write as fast as i can to capture some
essence from that first line, then i tweak it.
it is always not easy to maintain the initial flash.
and the tweak becomes problematic, sometimes
i just got to let it hang, bang bang lose a word here
and a word here sounds like it could be another one.
kind shake it all up and maybe it stands.

write on, bro

Have you seen Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore? Jodie had a word she said frequently throughout the movie. This reminded me of that movie. and Jodie.