Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

love to write,
no, really write
not type or tap
talkin' bout pens,
paper, mama

ink my brother, black
marks on yellow
sponges, I am awake
dig the reality,
legal pads
don't make my words legit

this morning practice not unlike
caffeine or donuts, this tango
head and hand locked in fiery embrace,
this whirling waltz of cursive
confessions, these feeble legs

and ebbing gusto, I don't care
gonna keep on doin' it
long as there are ballpoints
in the drug store on the corner
and enough moxie to scare the dealers

in front of the door
or enough veins in my body to tap
red fluid to carve ideas from simmering plasma,
at some point I won't need those pads anyway
I'll paint the inside of my head on the wall

in O negative, no sir ...you won't see
me mumbling in the decaying rocker
on the front porch, no fucking way... I'll retro fit
that piece of shit with silver wings
silver wings I tell ya..with a foghorn

and plenty of mardi gras beads to toss
til I pass out in my plunging neckline,
yes sir gonna fly from the rim
of the nearest canyon , fly I tell ya
in a wicker basket with mach 4 in my face

one last verse baby !

spilling words = spilling guts
random thoughts in spiral bound
on a train, where its hard, writing
bouncing along with pen scribbling
a deer in the field, no 2....4...6...13
woods like tree graveyards
the horn moans
monocacy river still, silent
train rolls
sun sets
old houses
lotsa plastic
duct tape stop gaps
old yard cars
brown turning green
these things i see
i write
its not anything
might just call it exercise
no big deal
kinda sticky
but not really jam
although it is a form
of wordstubation
i like what u write steve

ridin' that train
images always in motion
ridin' that brain
for clues to emotions
you eye the fragments
of life from an agitated seat
rockin' and rollin'
thrown into the turns
like a rocket metaphor
whoo whoo, I imagine
the sparks, the big wheels
turnin' like proud mary
commuter time, time
to document your presence
go with the flow, B & O
so long ago...jam the pen
write the stories, wireman
is on the rails