Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

yeah there is a black man in my room trying to sell me insurance- i look at the tv with a glaze on my eyes- tears glistening-i have to saty away from the things in my zone- that contaminate me= insenativities can make you sick- while living in the country has its advantages - being far away from the market - ten miles- and no cell service- so any call has to be taken off the cell to use on the landline- gads-everything seems so difficult- one eye hurts-i get sent sideways when people bring up my deep stuff like it was a garden party

reading and writing at a garden party
every passing thought is like a rusty nail pushing into my right eye from behind
alas ricky nelson is dead or I would sing you a song about it
I used to write it away sometimes

we all got to tell our stories like Niel Young in the Country searching for his heart of gold

a mystery
that the world revolves around the hand that writes

Perhaps it was luck ( for the nurses) that I came in- laughter is the best medicine

i wake up- i make earl grey- who was that guy?

Like an old train rhythmically bring me back to right where I started/ in the sunlight