Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

A large kite wafting gently in the breeze
anchored to a plastic windmill tether
makes the weather seem fair
whether it is or not
fills the breeze with ease....

Lazy kite wafting gently in my mind,
not unkind. Be not unkind to my mind.
Be gentle and fair....

Lazy mind wafting gently
with the breeze outside,
the chamber music inside.
Gentle, fair, and kind....

there's a ukelele in a palm
it plays when no one's here -
accompanies life
so gently

to be fair, it wants to play for me
but i tend to stop living to listen
be kind, walk on (it pleas)

my day feeds tomorrow's tune

ebb and flow
comes and goes
i'll listen for music
in the breeze.
the ballet de monty carlo
crossing the threshhold into a new domain
thrashing the domain into a new crossing.
back off man.
yah boss.
sent that raga redressed
sitar strummin in a papaya tree
into a poem for madre
on a mondrian postcard
www.getoutofflorida.org
fuck atlanta too gray
go new orleans, all the way!
fuck new orleans, too much clay.
go up desert, all the way!
to the high spaces where that fellow
who died yesterday had wanted to go
and now his ladykeeper is free and she will see.
shit fucking sacred night at the hospital....
escape, go into the mountains, no boundaries.....