Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

theres a cricket in my basement
theres a bug in my ear
theres a villian in the neighborhood
rapists circling rooftops
crows begging for impeachment
loose dollar bills slipping through sidewalk mouths

winter's coming. i don t know
when to turn off the air

hanging onto electrical wires
with their teeth,
nose bleeding
punched drunked blessed bombed
creatures
missing ancestors
wishing it wasnt raining

praying for a colon

pain
tresses
tracks
hold it

stop

You have a powerful voice firsty. In more ways than one. I am glad I got to hear you on Cabaradio. I can almost hear you reading this one.

thanks man. i hope we meet sometime.

praying for a colon

i'd take a semi

good work if you can get it

...

we meet in this plain that intersects our minds


sorry about the edit ~k

I swore I would never edit a post again after someone replied to it.

But I am in a pit these days

Never thought I would be here again

Either

IT was either this or cut my ear off.

a plain
intersection
greets
the horizion &
says goodbye
with the
same breath

every word
is resaid
according
to the blue prints
we tear them up
on schedule

Zen is hard for a guy who is all thumbs
So I just GO with not getting it

blue prints
blue jeans
and blue genes
tearing them up
so we say good bye with every breath
me and my words
you and yours