Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the morning
Humid capital H
the color of rat,
slab drab flab jab
sans oxygen
lurking, stalking
threat of impending rain

water teases
like a striptease artist
exposed skin
clouds of feathered boas
the fan dance, the peek
inside the future
a glimpse at hidden hours

modern meteorology
is bombshell babes
in skintight condom dresses
always turning sideways
to ensure the "weather" seeker
can't miss the curves of the ass
as they point to an over-decorated map

the now world likes this
the now world sells sex, sunshine
and advertising all in one va-va-voom
they simply can't wait like I can
for the weather to unfold like night blooming jasmine...
I'm just fine being surprised
I rather prefer it.

those hints of cleavage
of full, rounded derriers
sure do sell
a lot of deodorant

Wait a minute.....and the weather will change....I prefer the surprise of the past indeed8)

Center of gravity is to high on the wax prefection , the county girl in a work shirt and old overalls bending over to pick cucumbers one summer
now that I rememeber
the poem reminded me , I saw my first tase of heaven that afternoon!

reality usually drones lifelessly on
like a numbed dumed down autobot

.feeling is a surprise.


great read saw.
and great see too.