Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

words to accompany the musical score in my head, incessant bleating of notes chorded up tightly beating bongo drummed rhythms of dread not quite quieted...yet.



I find myself wondering what's good
and why everything feels so off kilter
my sideways motion
the perpendicular plight that walks along side of me
what is right
and who points the direction
so at odds I'm breaking even
watch the parade march by
identical looks on everyone's faces
my blank stares don't count for much
hare in the headlights of too much information
I make no sense at awe
quietly facing anticipation
grab a handful, stuff it in overflowing pockets
more baggage for the road

seek quietly
nod and listen
crack a joke, smolder inviolate
overwhelmed...underwhelmed by Miss Information
her exaggerated sneezes
that bring us running from cover
fistfuls of tissue
daubing at all the we-think-we nose
sniffling unreason snotted
laughing riotously and then
shocked at the senses
traitor to good judgment
and black-eyed promises
turn on the T.V.
and surf through the nightly sentiments
of bad taste, bad hair
the egotistical and maniacal
chomping Dentyne
as if that could freshen
all the shit said

thrum on
beat time with fingers
drill righteousness into empty heads
tap tap tapping
finding more uncertainty
as each word spells out
dread

and wondering when
I should trade in this diaper
for training pants instead
I grow tired of stinking

off-kilter
the scottish band at EPCOT
men in skirts
with guitars
will see them in april
flower and garden show
hope i can make it tilthen
waking up to being
warrior of spirit
not-knowing
seeking balance thru equanimity

Just to pick a line at random

fistfuls of tissue
daubing at all the we-think-we nose

your poetry makes me so happy sometimes I want to cry.

thanks for writting.

The lines about the diapers reminds me of Phillip Roth's novel "Exit Ghost"

Well thank God for an appreciative audience
one can flounce a poem in front of
and not be startled by the oppressive silence
just waiting for the other shoe to drop
so you can pick it up and
busy the hands while distracting the mind
back into it's shelter

Though quiet awe is inspiring...
when you can get it.

You realize your words do nothing
but encourage me.

hey missy mousey
I know you said:

I make no sense at awe

but that was Awe some, yes in-deedy
and not a bit stinky!
thanks you lil road dent
i enjoyed the ride
and agree with the sent a mint

you make me want to write. an immense talent u are miss mouse

~westcoast

ahhh... mouseyone.

you do it 'til the stars blink out
... and even then

i stroll thru your words
and feel the sounds
brushing up against me
as the twill of the fill
of benign XXXistence
shudders into collapse

SOOZEN!!!

WESTCOAST!!!

MTMYND!!!

What a glorious treat to find you hear. I humbly thank you all for dropping in to these dusty old mousey digs.

If I wasn't so lazy I'd bake a cake and serve some tea
but since I am, I think I'll just stand here
pleased!

no, no.. please! mouseyone... have a seat! no standing around when in such curious company!

*chuckles* *sits down* *smiles at the "curious company"...for everyone knows the curious kinds are the bestest kinds!*

"...for everyone knows the curious kinds are the bestest kinds!*"

wonderful!