Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

factories are places where things spin
a poem is a truck driver
who rides the spin regardless of load
language is a kind of animal
that breathes out weather
and for those who can't get out to the rain
living dirty is all that's left to them
questions stand for answers but
inundated by photons as I am
I still have trouble
reading beneath the storm

beneath the lines
between the storms
we need the rain

inundated by photons as I am
I still have trouble

old man river got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day
lost in the photons all the tiny pieces that i am reading as I type
I wonder who I am the random photon that makes it to your retina



deadhead is a hard way to go
but somebody got to do it

"trying to catch the devil's herd
or with us you will ride"

sorry about the multiple replies,
I found it irrisistible not to reply to it
thank you for the poem
you do wonders with photonic words.

photo tonic snake oil medicine and living dirty
questions not answers
Socrates' breath mints
smiling Buddha boys ain't got all the answers
but dang me, take a rope and hang me if they don't ask good questions

take me down to ECT
shuffle my mp3's
I am not the one to judge
i shine it on
so many photons, vibrations and kamikazies coming in
I got to shower in lysergic acid every day

no just shucking an jiving
riffin and ramblin
cause I likes your poet tree
don't mean nothing just a GO

Trouble?

...only death is no trouble (zorba the greek)

photons give me the willies. i've been living dirty in mongolia and it ain't all that

you have beautiful eyes, mingo! (don´t worry about the reading! )

That's the way. Good poem

get down- nice- really liked that