Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

doodles on scraps of junk mail,
little faces buy time for the mind
to catch up, participate

the eyes have it

the ones marinating in the gray matter
squirming like Morrison toads......
or any lyric, that knows

the waiting game

'tween mummification and mobility
where sparks ignite cranial monkeys swinging
on vines of disruption

let the fun begin

it's playtime, grab your cerebral toys
your favorite ballpoint pen
and the proper yellow, blue-lined pad

squeeze the streams

between those lines spaced just so
with alacrity and purpose. push the points
into the cosmic dartboard

sting like a thoughtful wasp

soar like a sacred kestrel flying over the macadam....
sure ....you might end up in the junkyard
but buckle up.....buckle down.......enjoy the road trip

"Morrison toad" - made me smile - now I'v got the bloody song stuck in my head. I suppose there are worse earworms. ("Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Meyer wiener....")

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thanx fellers

I can relate

I once wrote a whole "chapter" based on nothing but stuff I scribbled on envelopes pulled at random from a stack of unopened (mostly useless) mail.