Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I'll stop when I dry up
like a leaf fallen to the earth
and my throat refuses to vibrate
and my eyes have shrunken like old fruit

but til that day
I'll ignore my appetite for food in the Amana
and the ink will sate my desire
for sustenance

the visit to the bath
can wait with the hunger
the telephone can sit quiet
like a threatened child in church

and I will show you
my meager guts with a spark of hope...
you may cling to a tasty nugget
that gives you a tablespoon of nourishment

swallow the medicine that nurtures you
your soul of souls...the one way down
there in the voids of the ship, 12 decks down
ladders into the belly of the ocean

did you know
there are fish
no man
has ever seen

At some point theoretically you have to go deeper, and there might be water at the bottom of the ocean, as David Byrne pointed out a few years ago..

hey mnaz...you made me think I need to see Stop Making Sense again....haven't seen it since it debuted ....that's a long time ago !