Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

nothing quite like
a porch rocker
that hillbilly throne
if you buy the stereotype
but I'm an urban rocker
an old deadhead into the view
from my perch
Yes, I said perch, not porch
talkin' specifics here
the perch on the porch
or the porch-perch if you prefer
that special vantage point
where All can be seen
from a single point in time
in the motion of a body
and a mind in rhythm, perpetual
observation, past, present, future
a hairy eagle of ancient lore
perched
to draw a bead
perched
for the hunt for unsuspecting wisdom
ready to engage flying objects
the rocker rumbles,
the furniture and I are one
rockin' ...rumblin'
wood on wood, oak percussion
the tempo accelerates
with each new tidbit of sky
with each new foray of cosmic intervention....
and... I can no longer feel my feet

saw wrote:a hairy eagle of ancient lore

... cracked me up - as to the rest of it, righteous to all the hairy eagles of ancient lore

hairy eagles rejoice.....the ugly ducklings of elapsed time will have their day....their say...
awk awk brothers and sisters.....let us slip into golden daze with grace...

My perch has some beer bottles around about and an old flat top in the corner
good luk with wisdom who would use it? ( aparently it has been forgotten to even be conciderd) I let out a squack from time to time myself . I can totaly relate!

.....feats dont fail me now....watchin it all flow by