Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I'm looking for tolerance,
all the rest of it fails
to grab my attention,
I ain't no preacher sister
I'm the quiet type,
I inhale the world's toxins
exhale the sour flat notes,
even jazz
has some rules,
be flexible

dig the ambient sun
turn your backside
on the the bitter frozen air,
dance like a fearless child
walk away
from the single vision
embrace diversity with oak-like arms
tongue-fuck the exotic sky to climax,
fall in love with your unique self....
sing like an Baltimore Oriole from section 34

Jam
like tomorrow is up for grabs
Boogie
like an irrepressible do dah man
Keep
on truckin' , grinding
even when the road is harsh, even
when the traffic leaves a bad taste
in your mouth, spit it out !....HEY !
rockin' robin, ....well
we really gonna rock tonight !

" he rocks in the tree tops all day long
hoppin' and a boppin' and a singin' his song
all the little birds on jaybird street
love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet"

Bobby Day


now that's poetry ! !

i'm diggin it alright!

keep writing hard!

Sometimes phrases jump out. This is one:

tongue-fuck the exotic sky to climax

Good poem overall too.


Jam
like tomorrow is up for grabs
Boogie
like an irrepressible do dah man
Keep
on truckin' , grinding
even when the road is harsh, even
when the traffic leaves a bad taste

thanx whoaisme...onward !......and danno, thanx for citing the parts that grabbed you...

did i hear "JAm!"...... ...just saw a pic of a whole tree fulla robins in the snow...springs comin'!...aint no stoppin' it now