Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

once upon a time
mad poetry lady
burning rubber alphabets
slicing words inadequate
grabbing leaves and footnotes

today, gathering vowels
in japanese simplicity
arranging thoughts and standing aside

madness abates
frustration cools
sweet slobbering neuroses on hold

it's all here
all anxieties accounted for
fever temporarily appeased

judih
sept 15/07

still standing
amidxt the
rockets red glare
o say can't ya see
anxiousness in me
origato
konichjwa
sayonare till buenos noches

too much noise, too many toys.
buy! buy! makes the world go 'round..
finance teetering on finance,
warehouses of empty lust
and bombed-out humvees,
suede mussolinis fiddling,
lip synching talkin' points,
on the hot line to god...
and to the republic for which it stands,
infrastructure rot and collapsing bridges,
the crime families of demockracy,
the decline of Atlantis,
under a red ink ocean...

yes, we're still here,
for what it's worth...
a great deal...

man, I was on a roll the other nite, wasn't I?

ok, that's it... my poesy license is suspended...

licence reinstated
poesy scintillated

poesy hunger never sated
madder writer minds elated
inky red Atlantis swells
mad poetic lady yells
origato i am here
it's a worthy deal of fear
and it writes
and it rights
counting four anxieties
fifth the finger to appease
nothing was planned
give it a hand
of applause
or of gauze
it's all here
needed here

thinly veiled excuse
i apologize (ha!)
not me, not now, now then
i flipped, forged, fingered the merchandise
nice stuff, slipped inside a trench coat
dashed amongst thieves and penny antes
calling all characters
divvy up the gold
a doubloon for a tune
where's hester when you need a chanteuse
a funky smouldering blues her
who woos her tonight?
we all want to make her day
and yours
clint eastwood complex
21st century complication
meditation or soap opera?
that is the question

still here
like a bird
the mississippi
a sunrise
only way
to be
never would
know the
not to be
jammin' is
the place
i wanna be
home is
where sam i am
without the
green eggs & ham
turning simon & garfunkel
into dr.seuss

still here,
though tomorrow makes a play now and then...
put on some scratched vinyl and grab a beer,
i tell it.

came as quick as i could
gotta lotta 'splainin to do
what's reality when cyber calls?

getcher priorities, dude
a blog, a belch, no contest
backup makes it bettah

still trucking
still my heart
still my mind

still looking for the end of the road


~jmboloco

like a desert roundscape,
earth drops from a cholla silhouette,
from a craggy ridge in a divine arc,
halfway down into unquenchable,
halfway down a road,
always halfway,
give or take.

and on that note...

I must be homesick for the light..
winter's comin' on like eternal gray,
and I was just starting to howl...

still here
despite the
prohpets words

roses
still grow
with thorns