Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

years and you the fields so no
protect bird of spoil thirty
protect so anymore thirty the fields
your computered up bird spoil years and
anymore computered up side one help
your of spoil help no

bucket crow of no bottom
the earth scraped off
little burials long gone

like pebbles dropped on an old dirt road,
memories and thoughts marking a trail back home,

I bread out thru glass
curving to make a world
in this noise blending crust
to a perfect edge
of lacking nothing
leaving tracks that will bake off
when the sun to the ruins rising comes
o long time beneath the sea
my submarine & me
o long time beneath the sea
my submarine & me
the bubbles of trouble
have the cool side of the house
all to themselves

and its all so shortly