Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

ain't no chinese game
or a condition yer in
state of grace...full being
more like an eruption of
words....like stevie ray vaughn
laying down a cold shot, "yeah
that's a fact!".....total immersion
day....got up to almost 70 degrees
1st of january...new years day mind ya
wired man ramblin' up and down the page
feelin' like a writin' machine, who could
want anything more?.....headed cross
town this afternoon, pick-up a lil
lobster/filet mignon interlude
down canton way by the harbor
where the rescue boats lay
in wait....walkin' the dog
lookin' out on fort o say
can't ya see?.....lil harbor
town by the bay...land
of pleasant living...national bo
orioles and ravens also
of poe and nevermore
the B & O railroad
place where Abe had to sneak-in
dressed as a woman
where the mob fought the
cunning british down
took a stand in patterson park
where h.l. mencken walked the
Hollins Market streets till
long after dark...where old
edgar allan laid his head
down to rest on the drunken
cobbelstones...causes some to become
chilled to the bone...I call her
"charmed"....the mobtown...
......BALTIMORE............................wired

go wing
fly out with inner turbulence
and inner joy

let emotions Go
vast full winged beings
Out into the world
calmly finding music as they seduce another's ear

go with the nervous, jived up hype
converted to sublime sound
nurturing catalysts
may Go become Come

come together...could'nt
stand the weather, almost
cried when they died, stevie
lennon, belushi, the list goes
on and on and on, and still
I remain to rattle bones,
continually tryin' to find a home
till I realize, till I look up in the
skies, quit asking why, yes insanity
will rule in this tragi-comic scene
gotta be cool, flow right thru it,
build your own one and only dream..............