Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

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I told her I would not call someone I had not spoken to in forty years

She cannot hear me
Blinded by ambition

She now has me sleeping in an unknown hotel room
With aunt Nancy -

This is never going to happen
Nasty as I thought she was at 12
I doubt I will find her charming after all these years

I prefer other types of relationships
No guilt or obligation
Pure friendly chatter

I must say no to this
As luck would have it
I have jury duty

It is time to call men in black to help me with these alien people
The ones that when you look down their throat - the other head pops up

Wish upon a bright star

Why do they have pointed ears and laugh and talk about nothing -

speaks to the our definitions of reality
perceptions run the gamut from A to...................................................................................................................................Z
some are not in our karass , as Vonnegut put it so well

Love Kurt
Vegas
Yeah
Nice

Your poems seem to overflow into echoes upon echoes . . . very nice

The desert melts the letters on the top reading in the heat
You look up- and a faint breeze is accumulating
There is sweat on your face
A glow in your eyes
A new life has opened up
The heat melts every vision
Into paint or ink

All leading to a tatoo of you
Looking out the windows
For something
-else-
This too much choice
Oh rejoice
Jury duty tommorow

Thank you cenacle -