Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

brevity is not mine
my mind doesn't seem to know
when to stop, no it runs
like an old toilet

most nights I hear the constant
whoosh of watery thoughts
gushing through galvanized conduits
I like to think of as arteries

for red-blooded boys like me....
yet I admire the lady or gentle man
that knows when to pull a plug,
I drool within their economy

sitting here with broken check-valves
and hands that never get tired
forearms like Popeye on a 3 day spinach binge
deltoids born in the baskets of cobras

that eschew the bamboo flute
only to love the tenor sax
what can I say about choices in the moment,
I dig a long and winding riff

long-flowing brevity
as many words as needed
and then the end

lovely comment judih....

my mind doesn't seem to know
when to stop, no it runs
like an old toilet

good reads all.

thanx Arcadia and Cecil.....
appreciate the feedback...