perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[WIREMAN]

Marked
Stained
Linked like a
Barrel of monkeys
Saw em in a dream
Last night
Makin em out of wire
Saw exactly how to make
the little monkeys swinging
Gonna do Maryland craft beer
Festival here may 14th they were
A big hit in the dream
Wire dreams
$20 monkeys
Come and get em

[saw]

wire monkeys dance
in dreams of invention
they come alive like Pinocchio,
wanna be real, so a craftsman
gets his tools and scraps
and makes them happen
where they never were, he
is the artist if Frankenstein
had been a nice guy, the father
of invention, not the mothers
like Zappa's band of rogues...
and the they all sparkle
on the monkey train, as men
drink crafty brews

[WIREMAN]

Jammin Easter
Lonely old town tonight
Egg salad at starwitch
A mocha too
Jammin a buncha
Songs I never heard
Cool night
Doin wash
Cleaning studio
Drawing an owl
Thinkin bout wired monkeys
Homeless men with
Sad faces here at Starbucks
Time to head back to casa
Finish watching "Throne of Blood"
Ahhhhhh.... Kurosawa!
All hail Mongolia!

[saw]

plumber coming
between 9 and 11 he says....
need an expert this time
a master at his craft
with all the groovy tools
and a body that will fit
in tiny spaces, 'cause
I don't want to get stuck
become a human log jam
to be forgotten in some dank corner
unable to move, waiting for the mice
to come lick my face, maybe
gnaw on something, no
I'm gonna bite the bullet, hire
a young buck to slither into
the crawl space.....and back
out again

[WIREMAN]

Didn't need the butter
Salt and pepper
Waylaid out of simplecels
Simply celled
Cloistered like a monk
Silent as a Trappist
Thomas Merton went far
to the east
He never returned
My dog ate all the best
Passages in his journal
He never gave the
Dalai Lama acid
But Allen tried
He wasn't buying it
Burning ghats
& pink dolphins
Cloud my reveries
Spaces where monkey gods
Climb the irie heights
Rolling big spliffs in paradise
Oh brother jack
Can't you see the Buddha
Laid sideways
Pork poisoning him
Like the cheap wine
that did you in
Or was it out
Like sauerkraut you was
twanged in your blue tv
screen American night
Singing it's a long way
to Tripoli we eventually
washed up on a secluded
beach beneath the casbah
Pepe lamoko firing his
Sub machine gun into
Saharan nights under the
Twisted stars....

[saw]

the doors of perception
open and close, distort
into strands of dna in living color
ah to be alive and open
to all the possibilities
coming of age should never stop
should not be relegated to one decade
we should always be coming into
an age of discovery, vibrant
as any new masterpiece, I dive
into the psychedelic river, swim
with the rainbow trout, oh man
what a trip, snorkeling the reef
of tomorrow, believing
around the next rock the barracudas
dance the jitter bug with electric eels
sister sledge said it best, we are fam a lee

[WIREMAN]

On the commuter bus
430 am
No April fools jam
But we're Jammin here
Bus rockin back and forth
Rough typing
Noisy too, Windows rattlin
Friday
Hallelujah!
Warm morn
Showers predicted
Dark dark dark thirty

[saw]

working upstairs
getting apartment together
time to share the house
with strangers or friends
that need a groovy place to call home
a lot of myself is tied up
in the eclectic nature of motif
my old self and the new,
I use the materials at hand
spin the dial on what's expected
don the colors not imagined
work in the leftovers from other lives
the discarded now has a home

[WIREMAN]

Go for to jam
Missed the spring jam
We gots it here
Perpetually
Another hard week
Sleep in Saturday
Brunch now
Coffee...."ummmmmm!"
Cool daze coming
Fine by me
Renting a room
Sharing a house
Montebello view
Sounds good to me
Did an art fair on the
lake in '74
Welded metal sculptures
Ah me b'fasts here

[Doreen Peri]

Breakfast looks yummy.
A treat for the tummy!

GO~! can host jam.
Set it up, man.
Give it a name.
It's just the same.

I'll copy link.
Whaddya think?
Mail to all 8-ers,
poem creators.

[WIREMAN]

Jammin life
In all its
Ups and down
Chew your food carefully
Close calls abound
Jam on. Me
The planned jam
Kinda kaplooey
Thanks to those who came
It's gonna go on for awhile
But the connect is missing
I'm talkin bout the give and take
Like the old daze
Maybe those litkicks boards
Spiraling down the screen
Were the recipe
A different time
A different pace
Jammers be
Or not be
In the end
On the razors flip (edge)
Does it even matter
Thought I'd give a bit of input to this lonely jam place
Keep Jammin mi amigos & amigas

[saw]

time is as elusive
as an eel in your hand
it'll slip out the door
while your getting dressed...
it'll hop on the bus Gus
won't even discuss much,
it'll sneak away like a prisoner
at night, under the barbed wire
and run like a god damned deer
and I ain't talking 'bout no tractor,
I'm talkin' 'bout your stint here
on the jammin' planet, snooze
ya lose has always been the truth
and tenets of the ancestors are
not my own, so jam brothers
and sisters, let the freak flag fly
like an eagle with a bald head,
head south young man, to the Keys
to the city.... Keys to the world

[WIREMAN]

nice place to culminate
the keys
perhaps, perchance
to dream
miss my baltimore
for sure
the arabber floating
down hollins st. on a
warm summers eve
shouting, "fresh vegetables'"
mom bringing the
drug gang sodas on
the stoop across the way
there is a holiness on those
sowebohemian streets in
the six am. hour that is
incomprable.
a time when the rats are
asleep & silent stillness reigns
I love that inbetween space
can feel it 10 years after

[saw]

http://www.baltimorestories.com/main.cfm?nid=4&tid=157

for those of you that do not recognize the term " arabber"....here is a little history

yeah mark, a colorful quirk of B'mo.....the city has much uniqueness.... like the reminiscing you've done here

[WIREMAN]

sowebohemian rhapsodies
Hollins market in the afternoon
Union square in the cool evening
train horn moaning
Tom Thumb tooting
Poe house so alone
streets Mencken strode
walking along a wall
beneath a melting clock day