Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

emerging sun...
frontal lobe
penetration,
captured eyes
acrobatically decoding
cryptic messages
acid dots
dashes of human salt
life imagined
not like the one we perceived,
impossible
to decipher in the glaring
newness of morning...
The Daily Gift...
newspaper thrown
from deep space
by a boy on a flying skateboard,
tattoo of your mother's face on his chest,
plunks your noggin,
Extra Extra
read the lines on my palm
chew my tea leaves
spit out the juice,
expand the plot
a female visitor has come
with aqualungs
breathe a new piece
of the puzzle,
dance the jig

tuu obtuse ?

I like it, Steve .... not too obtuse at all ... love the imagery!

we should be hit in the noggen, by the poetry news

u still get a paper delivered....wow....i remember trying to collect, them people was hard to find