Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

got to go steve plonk
this jammin just taken me so far
I thought I was ready for that rocking chair
I had a death grip on it
Now I see how it was killin me
Got to go

Like a geezer jack kerouac
head out on the highway
I owe it all to my little sister for taking my rocking chair away.

Admissions a million
what I admit myself to
admit to my self and a few friends
I don't even know
kind strangers
flickering pixels in a text box

Still Trucking, Good luck on your journey.
Your sister must be a great person.
I understand that you have a new baby in the family.

My oldest niece is getting ready to have a baby.
Hopefully, he's coming out with all limbs intact and
brain working like a clock. Yes, they know he's a boy...

The world is coming alive all over us. I'm glad of it
and I wouldn't have it any other way. I hope the youngest
generation, in our perspective families, makes it through
the world okay. I pray for them. We tried, I think, and the world
is a work in progress. Hopefully we paved the way to a
sustainable future...

a pinch of OCD
a little aspergers
dyslexia and agoraphobia

a good time?
washing the sink over and over
no need to read or go out

admit it
none of this is true
or is it?

the jack of nightmares is true my dear big sister

all true

world war two

I think that happened too

Families

How many kinds of Jews are there in the world

Never heard a word from my devout grandparents

about heaven or hell

or a here after

peasants

simple folk

life was precious

family was precious

The old Lloyd St shul in Baltimore was precious

Even with its Doric columns

Sad story and make it better

black bird flies

She can not face her anger

It festers

So she has a guilty conscience

mysister myself

for so many years I have dreaded being the son of Crazy Mike

His legacy haunts us

I have finally found some compassion for him

and myself.

Saturday morning

And Uncle G d is resting

Hejira did I spell that right

My flight to annonymity

Motor cycle mania

I don't want a pickle

Going to be tricky

I will have to pack one backpack for my meds

I am in a hell of a hole physiologically

a backpack of meds
a trolley for therapies
a coach and a guru for life

saddlebags and a motorcyle
the refuge of the road
and gurus every mile marker

Gone to Tennessee and see an elephant or two
See if they remember me

Or maybe more realistic
150 miles to the Gulf Coast
See if the sea remembers the walker on it

See if I got my arms around it
and if he tastes like water
then I'll know to plan to stay
a little while longer.