Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

upstairs
is the adams family of surfer land
to my right is a macho, jerk with a job as a lifegard
with his blond beautiful wife
he will lose
because he is a puffer fish
as soon as he is afraid he starts looking hulky
for a flash of temper, to be right
the hawaiian guy, is the easiest

my dog finds it appalling as well
he chewed his slippers
the people that live here got the recycling lecture
the other day
dogs that dance on my head are their pets
not sure how you could not recycle in
2011
unless you just do not care
little girl at the market dragged me home
to see if her mother was on drugs
did not seem loaded to me
stare

in the future
i have already seen what is going to happen
i cannot change it

in the future
i have already seen what is going to happen
i cannot change it

ominous but strangely peaceful premonition
interesting sketch of life in your 'hood'

Best poem in some time.

Sounds like home to me
So many people I live among after years as a hermit
We sometimes seem to me like puppet masters trying to pull each others strings.
I am trying to mind my own strings, seems to maintain.

Seeing the future is spooky.
So many possible futures I have heard

thanks for writing creative soul
I appreciate your poetry

thanx really