The Dungeon

[Lightning Rod]

Studio Eight World Headquarters is a dungeon of creativity
Doreen and I are slaves to the Muse
Our waking hours devoted
to the slide-rules of
music
and
glimmering images
and
verse
and
desire

the ashtrays run over at times
and silly melodies and silly rhymes
dominate our existence
lika natural disaster

we are prisoners
to images, verse and desire
chords verses notes
in our spiral of scores

a thousand files on my mcintosh
can't tell the story
of my love for you.

[mtmynd]

how can the story be told
when every day another
chapter begins anew...

[Doreen Peri]

In between laundry, dishes, renovation
and bills, I find myself attempting to
solve the world's ills. How does a person
achieve such goals? Through art?
Through words? Through absurd
tricks with a camera lens?

And so I cut fresh flower stems,
then wait for a blossom to open,
when the truth finally hits me
in fits and rage! There is nothing
I can do to save a soul. The whole
planet can get ravaged with disease
while I try to seize the moment with
a line of verse. And what's worse
than a waste of a stroke of paint?
A savior, I ain't.

I go back to the keys, play nursery
tunes. I substitute white notes for black,
make up new lyrics, put down new tracks.

For all I love, for all we lack,
there is often meaning in a note,
and if you were running for the position
of mayor or had an opportunity to be
appointed director to FEMA or educator
at various schools to teach the kids
about Hiroshima, well, hell, I'd vote
for you in a minute.

But since you're not, sweetheart,
I pray for your heart so I'll win it,
'cause the ashtrays are full
like my heart, the lawn mower
needs a push start and there are
cobwebs on the inside of my brain.
Help me clean them up, OK?

It's never a simple matter to write a play.
It's never easy to solve a day.
But within the characters, within the plot,
let's just go on with what we've got.

Bring me my slippers, I'll bring you your coat –
Art, poems, all your flat notes.
Forget all the files, the disorganization.
Let's put an end to all this frustration!

I'll take a hiatus, drink from the jug.
If only you'd kindly vacuum the rug.

[stilltrucking]

the drag on death



a world of time and love

what is our hurry?

how can the story be told
when every day another
chapter begins anew...

I need you all for the long haul

I wish we took better care of ourselves

the book of life and love

many chapters to come.

[iblieve]

Yes I know this feeling, always reading and lusting for more. You and doreen captured it perfectly but artist sacrifice for love and the love of art every waking moment. Damn glad the site is up and running. Fucking hackers piss me off.