Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the catcher is glad of glass stained
by jesus and his beautiful behavior
poetry knocks at the door of the big book
the edge exists for ego alone
confused courage is crap crazy
day dies with the dawn
and unties the kiss
the knees empty the flower of milk
and remove the stiletto heels
from the infinite tight wars
& deeper bursts
green words splinter
and bleed pale dust to the wind
reality is reckoned by the nervous
the win years are fractured
fragmented
held human
& internally martyred
the shape of every schism
can be predicted
man becomes magnetized
woman becomes notorious
the lunatic players search for blankets
and scrawl the final evolutionary utterance
across the face of
a dead cold sun

Thx, Terry

caught a nice wave here ...
makes me wanta get with my inner-kerouac, and trip with japhy, alvah and the rest of those zen lunatics ...

Thx, mnaz - the fog parted and the skies were clear of moment - with my brush i wrote this poem on the bark of a tree at the same time drawing my trusty sawed-off shotgun from its scabbard & shooting the snake at my feet -

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long after the end-of-days
there was a beach but no sea
a woman,a child, a sky,
& some trees

she slept in the sand and talked to the trees about things like leaves

O da mystery
Ya cumin hard
Gold? Kiss me
With out food
Lots of water
Guns
Wtf
No chance cowboy
Lasso the fantasy
Surf the waves
At the bowl

Should I
Love him
Anyway
Or jump on the horse
Let it take me for a ride
They say
If you fall off
Ya should get
Right back on
Love that horse
A thunderous canter
Into the hills
Sweating
She pulled out a carrot
Listened to him chew and crunch
Da horse