Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

an oasis, tapped out
space is the place
world is waiting for
the Sun Ra, shining
golden caped keyboard
crusader to the stars
out past the orion belt
centered by the dog sun
halos abound and howls
pierce the bottom of the
nevermore cobblestoned
blasts from selmer's horn
and raining arrows of Casanova's
imaginary perfection feminine
wind her up she'll rock the
night away on satin oasis................

I have watched Saturn crumble
with a woman's scorn, arcs of orbits
dismissed beneath Orion's middle,
fiddles, the accompanied score
and more pretense super
heros promising Eden on Jupiter,
promised one after one after one
to the other and I have seen brothers
haloed, unhaloed, dethroned,
off-centered by dogshit
pierced between toes
by the walk they take
by the walk theygottatake
by the wak which rains
arrows from Casanova's
quill, forcing her farther up
the hill until she can reach
for Earth.

time so precious
can't stop the
break-a-day
watching constant
flow of buyers
looking wasted away
city market on the
corner, day care
facility across the
street, there are no
free zones in a
lawless town, the
wrinkled ones do their
thang, ya try not to
notice the misery it
all brings..................