Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Half moon like and extended palm
Strange lights and motorcycles
Swimming pool water reflecting niteNight night don’t let the bedbugs bite She was Tete could let herself stop the fight
The light tower like a trailer on the way to a black and white film
In indio


There was a time when Indio was somewhere today it is nowhere smells like the Baltic Sea hemicals and floods rusted metals in the hottest most rotten place on earth
Back in palm desert the cosmetics can be sprayed on
Like graffiti
Salads are 20 bucks
Tennis shoes 300$
All of us check the vegetables at the. 99 cent store

I wonder if I will ever climb Indio hill again.

Most of all I miss the stars in the desert night.

thanks for the tête-à-tête

poem

on the edge of contrasts...
one can see the choices to be made
back in the late 70's a lot of baltimore folks
headed for the california sun
they've all come back, the prices
steep as a ticket to coachella...

I cannot take my ears off you
These days I eat dates and salad with sprouts
I dream of husbands and cigarettes
White wine and brilliant pasta
:
Stone stairways to connected houses
My family lives here : where the breeze comes from
On a perfect day
The smiles and gesture of people that are not sure if they
Will be here tommorow: this smile is for today

I cannot eat pasta-
I love it though
My itAlian was in the dream
The food was great- I will not hoale