Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I am the bird turd on the
chocolate Sunday

i am the dirt on the floor of eternity
I am the ashes from the last cigarette
of the condemned

I am Beethoven's ninth symphony
playing in the head of the poet
that walks into the final battle
between light and dark

I am the first move
in the last chess game
I am what you made me
by any other name

I am not a Picasso,
but I paint my poems
like zeros on fire
on a canvas of black

those zeros in the sun burn and turn
around themselves, got to teach us
to learn

I wander the museum of the mind
the library of creation
the alley of death and rebirth

I am a poet a speck of stardust
on the golden statue of Buddha

dirt on the floor of eternity..
ashes from the last cigarette..
final battle between light and dark..
the first move in the last chess game..
I paint my poems like zeros on fire..
in sun burn turn, teach us to learn..
I wander the museum of the mind
the library of creation, or the
alley of death and rebirth,
a poet, a speck of stardust..

Well yes.

this
yes

judih

c

I am the pin man in the bowling alley of your brain, to paraphrase the Fugs.
I am the "boingy baxter" of your sexual phantasy. My mind is a crawling kingsnake.
I brush my teeth with the pumice of the "grateful dead".
Chuckwalla's lick my ears & extract large roaches. I sleep on pillows of feathered birds.
My mind is like a steel trap full of lice. All my hope has been reduced to snug
nights under covers with my significant other. R. Crumb where have you gone.
Are you in zap comix heavens? I hear there are seven of them. God is Great!
Keep on truckin'!

The Fugs great beatniks.

it all comes down to the truckin man, keep on.....