Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

a week flew by
and Saturday has returned
the ice and snow has stopped
the sidewalk is shoveled
the van is unmasked, the sun
is peeking out over the big house
across the street, the coffee
is filling the house with temptation

bright sun
distant rainbow
one photo too much

Texan rugged individualism blues
rolling blackouts and no water
Life is tougher if you live in Texas
We don't need no stinking national grid
just drill baby drill
dang me take a rope and hang me
Here I am slamming

gonna jam til the cows
fly....ha ha
you thought i was going
to say come home
you can lead a horse
to studio 8
but you can't make him drink
the kool aid
the punch is spiked
my mind is porous and lithe
this is a real jam
whatever pops in there is
gonna show up
somewhere some how
sometime
my mind is running wild
an appaloosa in the canyon
tromping the red dirt
under the azure skye
vodka on the plains
whiskey on the plane
rye in the field of dreams
when will this foolishness end
now is good

jam with me
ala wireman
spoken words
from the tip of the mind
don't need a microphone
don't need a band
all you gotta do is speak
don't think at all
just type shit on the screen
this is the spot
where you get to do that
tell me whatever you want
I will read your words
let them penetrate for a bit
then scribble down
something like this,
why bother you ask.......
because I have to

perpetual baby
wireman wasn't kidding
he meant it
jam until you die
he did that, but also
wanted his friends to do that
perpetually
jam on wireman
I see your creations
in the stars

every day a jam
a momentary toss
into waiting hands

toss me a jam
and I will be a fortunate one
someone shoot me while I am happy
I feel lucky to be here

the words of yesterday
speak the same as today
as long as you mean it
let your fingers
as your mouth
speak from a place of truth
as much as you can know
love is tangible

jammin on the go
first day o' spring
6 kelvins above freezing
next few days
gonna be even warmer
near 60 F
sunny
dry
I can dig it
pt doing its thang
gotta start walkin again
learning not to limp
start off slow
(you know what I mean, Saw)
a half-mile here
a kilometer there
rail trails drying out
trying out rail trails
oh, that jam
that sweet sweet jam
the jam be what I am

its all work
some worth more than others
regardless of pay
get that shit done
we need warriors
lay that shit down
pave the way for others
let them/us
know
its ok
and each and every sunrise is a blessing
from the infinite
to us biodegradable beings
made of stars
dancing, singing, finding ways to share
this shit is magic.
smiles

spring sandstorm
from heat to cool
election day's over

my love for you
same as before
no need to talk
i have known you forever
as the bugs
crawl
i have always been right there with you

the kids are back in town
we hang in the backyard sanctuary
jammin with all the cool birds
they trust me these days, come close
as if I were not there at all, I feed them
so we are copacetic , friendly
and I wonder what they think of me
have I become this enormous bird
that never flies, but never harms them
am I a fixture, like a lawn chair, or maybe
I'm a tree....
I do have limbs

cats and crows
all make small talk
slightly suspicious