Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

my new life
has no fences pushing u from a lawn
that would need a machine to take care of
or a man
because we know how reliable that can be
like ranch hands
it is never really clear
who is working for whom

always liked the bull riders
i want to get drunk and ride one of those

but i dont drink
huh?
well those white picket fences were protruding from my heart
houses in my viens
electric bills like a tatoo
cable and all the blues
no white picket fences
i know that love has too have a place to live
can it have maid service?

like jesus
the holes in my wrists
were painful
my womb delivered
the train pulled in and out
four times
i was late
staring off into somewhere else=
dare i go?
i missed it altogether

very moving jana.......bittersweet write

Thanks- I guess I feel moved enough to set up the painting area- then check my e- mail- like ray Bradbury - and each tattoo comes to life-why do the spiritd help us! To enter thise houses! With blood on thier hands dripping guns and metal objects!
$ $ $ $ @ !
White picket fences that cage
That which never belonged to me
Gardens and vegetables
White picket fence relations

Air
Clouds
Freedom

I try not to comment on art, because I don't know jack shit about it, just that old cliche— I know what's eyes likes.
I like that very much
thanks for letting me see it,

10-4

bitter sweet yes like a Bobby Bare song

I found me a woman as warm as the sunshine took her a year to slip out of her dress
She talk about havin' a little rose covered cottage
But roses cost money and you know the rest
So open the gates up...
Yes I'm back home in Huntsville again

today the white
of the fence
is like rancid oil
frying chicken
in a greasy lunch wagon
that whole meal
of america stuck in my throat

jobs that do not really pay
you gave me up
now stay away