Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

A work in progress
like wired me, I sing
the song ecstatic.

Thought upon thought,
idea built upon more ideas.
Timeline that like the speed
of light keeps moving at
the speed of what is, and
that is to be or not to be.

In this land of Nevermore
with the raven sitting on
my shoulder whispering
the fantastic, the vision
of an elegant universe.

Threads, sparks of thought
exploding upon keys, flowing
liquid ink on paper, or when
really on, improvised spoken
words. A work in progress I
do be, call it Construct-a-Poem.

boom boom boom,
says the stick
on the ground
in the city
by the tree
on which i sit
on a branch
which has barck
and partrige in it too...

pear-ing it up
waxing downtown
now were back in D.C.
Construct-a-Vision