Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

blue cats walk the night
along velvet rivers
mermaids wait at red lights
you can hear the spare change
tinkle in their jacket pockets
with small sounds of the sea
and all the apples far inland
are stiff with photographs
some women sleep always in secret
in requiem
in gardens of nectar
in coffins of glass
those who can't sleep
flower & smile & tongue the
silver bullets showing
between their teeth &
glittering in the moon's shadow
with antique dreams for the gods
who've come to run
mad with love
for a taste of the blue

V. good

It was a treat to be here with and be there with and all the with in yours, ours, theirs, this blue.

night´s glittering & flashing images & sounds & silence ... beautiful poem, mingo!!!!!!

Thank you all, folks!