Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Recipe for the
Ever after
Jam seeds
Blooming
Booms
Birds
Sun rising
Jam relief
1st thought
Belief
Jam soothes

where am i
where are my people?
ah, jam is well

Here
Hear
Jam people
United
From my cave
To your abodes
Hanging on
Jammin'!

we are here
there
everywhere
up down
sideways
and forward
we stumble
we bumble
we glide
and slide

Square &
Round
Formless
Forever changing
@ least in these
Awake moments
Spiraling
No particular way
Tao
Kapow!
Anyhow
Tis all about
Jam
Layin it on
Cyberland
Traces
Between spaces
In silence we
Rise
Word be thy
Guide
Jam be thy
Creed
Bending mind
Uncontrollable
"let that boy boogie,
It's in him & it's gotta
come out." ~ john lee hooker

Ha!- ya can't stop
the boogie!
not now
not ever

time for a nite ride
i'm outta here
goodnite irene
and lazy goddesses everywhere
the passing days bring
rust on milk
and neither holistic medicine
or sympathetic magic
can cure that
i'm out the door & down
i'm rolling & i remember america
with my own two eyes

restless rust
right over my path
gotta dig in, dig

Rusted wire
On fire
Back doin what
I'm supposed
to do
A little bit more
than Do-Waka-do

my do
fades to waka
too fast

from the back of a bike -
old folks taking the young
to fish in the river
in the bright July sun
hell, round here even the
horse with no name goes
fishin' in the river
people gathering in town from all over
big thing called "Harborfest"
goes on for four days
add lots of alcohol
and they call it a "good time"
i just ride thru
but mostly stay away -
and i had something to say
about the road
came to me earlier today
but i can't remember it now
it was straight & simple
but it's gone now
probably just as well
it had me existentializing
and hypothesizing
like i said
just as well ...

( the notion was spontaneous but ok i cheated some working out the rhymes - first three lines completely spontaneous - after that rhymes helped me find the rest )

keep in focus
don't worry 'bout
the pocus
people in motion
just like the ocean
each day comes just to go
don't hold to much
don't refuse touch
whatever comes up don't go into convulse
remember
remember
remember your pulse

hocus focus
i remember that song
the time.....young
feelings never ending
clear sailing
willing to weather
the storms

willing to weather
the storms

another sun up August day
& not one moment less
and i don't want to write poetry
where to go from here?
Africa? no fuckin way - ebola
besides, i don't speak african
Honolulu? hah! streets in Honolulu
same as streets Hoboken or 'Frisco -
think i'll just bike down to Ridge Road
hang a right follow that over to the super two line and head for town
had a magic moment the other night
that i been after for awhile
out on a night run and
finally caught the switching train going thru the crossing
gates came down lights flashed bells went off & everything
the engines rolled right on past
and it wasn't a VIDEO on youtube!
watched those lights disappear
with the moon over my shoulder
i just stood there looking & said yeah