Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

to the gettin.....in
dew.....do......
hoof beats outside
this wildside
arraber veg cart.........

yeah sounds of the gone world
what's he saying
what is he singing
how they could make there voices carry up those long streets of immaculate marble stoops.
Caaaaaaaaantoooooooooooooooooloooooppppppppppppppppppp

a whisk in the air
dark scent of pulsating life
galloping thru night

belly broke down
on the way to the zoo
cant see
free
me
read a comic book
blam

belly broke down

galloping thru night

You really probably don't want to know what memory that brings to mind.

Eastern and Caroline

hoof beats outside

late forties there were sometimes fifteen or twenty horse and wagons backed up to the junk yard next door. For an eight year old boy they were like pirate treasure ships.

then there was Bohagers up on Central Avenue where they unload scrap paper, miillions of comic books with the covers torn off.

Eastern and Caroline
Maybe the last out house in Baltimore. Sitting out there with a flash light and free comic books and the

dark scent of pulsating life

read a comic book

When my grandparents finally got indoor plumbing my grandmother planted a fig tree where the out house used to sit. The last time I was in B'more was twenty years ago. The house was gone, the junk yard had swallowed it up, the fig tree was still there. Bright shinning fig tree.

when life was new and there were so many bright shinning figs on every branch of that tree of life.

and Jesus said to the fig tree....
and the fig tree said to Jesus
go sh*t in your hat.