Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

my fluid dynamic
didn't cost me a thing
but the ice in greenland
is melting away
time to dust off the gravel
behind the eye sockets - the mind
poetry is mytho-erotic
every bit
with those twanging guitars
sounding up & down the shadowed alleys
ghost mexicans hanging out
in the spaces between words
so you never forget
or go homeless
forests exist because
trees like to talk to each other
& the rest of us we have names
like real rock in a
universe of roll

Ball grabbing titles
Attention, attuned, embroiled
Like a lobsters hiss
Floating above the singe
Ultimate short form
Bound in mysterioso
Taken umpteen ways
Notice, the giving of
Plastered like a wanted poster
Words that convey its all

i've come from behind
to lead a pack of one
while the dust settles
i hibernate in the sun
seeking the polar opposites
unchained by lox and bagels
enough to feed a small army
unarmed but fat and sassy
drop and dash touch the sea
ain't nobody lost and woe is me...

the way we name things is important
and should be creative and fun, not
a throwaway afterthought....a work
of art the same as the lines delivered
the roll in the rock, the trees without names
that stand shoulder to shoulder

" and your head is spinning
from a loud guitar..."..........the low Spark of high Heeled Boys

like this one a lot

Thx, saw

Wireman, Cecil - thx for reading