Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

so the melting
clocks were cheese
jesus was the body
floating, suspended
an enigma at supper
stabbed in the back
each gospel contained
others tucked away
in jars waiting for
future hiroshimas
a private poet sees
flash over nagasaki
all the time salvador
searches for celestial
harmony, within 4th
dimensional shift
all the while i cry
out upon the stage:
" it's more, it's more
i say, more than a
salvador dali melting
clock day!"

i never knew jesus
or dali
but that clock
sure is a bastard!

always ticking talking
always running away

I CAN RUN TOO!

apparently he felt the body of christ was like cheese, as did st. augustine.... i grew up with his huge last supper in the national gallery here in dc....it was the paul gauguin's that inflamed me, purest of savagery

the body of christ as cheese. now that is a communion i would eat! catholics eat bread wafers as the priest gives it to you, he says "the body of christ" and you say "amen" -- strange cannibal tendencies eh

is that only a catholic thing?

at any rate, i dig it