Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

in the valley of spent cartridges
there are opaque images
in the traverse, of what happened
or
maybe it didn't, I mean
the tendency is to clean it all up,
all the fuzzy fragments
laid out on the amateur archaeologist's table
this puzzling puzzle in shards of time....
I need to revise the revision it seems
polish up any rusty misgivings....
but my vision is getting poorer and poorer
and I can't quite distinguish my sterile fiction
from what was possibly much worse,
like that time in Key West, Oh
never mind , i probably made it all up
but if I did it, anything off color that is
I'd like to confess now and get on with
the atonement, I mean....I'd tell you
the truth if I knew it, but I don't know
what to say other than I'm fairly certain
I was no angel

but even in my gravely voice
I'd like to sing a song of therapeutic redemption
that would make the world as I know it
feel a little better, and
if the words and melody were just right
and sincerity flowed like ancient lava
the old "truth" might be incidental...
so let me have the stage tonight
the swans are cresting the banks

neckling recliners one liners or more
audience apause
crooning even if mooning
to thunderous
applause

Cheers to you, Mr Watson!

thanx gents
what will be your swan song be
or is it unnecessary
what shall we confess
about the divine comedy
of our lives ....

my swan song is sung in idiosyncratic posts to the poetry board
narcissus sings the swan song blues

bonafide blues and rock and roll truth

[W>R> Hubbard}

words heard walking down that hill with Sisyphus
I would have liked to burn one with him
https://books.google.com/books/about/Na ... &q&f=false

You had me at "in the valley of spent cartridges".

Looking back at events thru the prism of time...

thanx mnaz, truck....I read Siddhartha and Steppenwolf but never Narcissus and Goldmund....perhaps I'll check that one out...

I am a bonafide blues man looking through the prism of time....