vincent's lament

[WIREMAN]

introspection on a
fly on the wall night
into the music w/a
camera doin' video boggie
in and out, zeroing in
streamers and colored lights
blacklight puttin' the spot
on tie-dyed me
a good night and day
results assured
wake up call from last night
hard one for sure
high octane mixes
that'd hack off vincent's ear
the light was so right in arles
yet the wind and the night
plagued his inner being

[judih]

the right light
even arles can't always hail the hearty
low octane blood pressure
shocks into gear
vibrational soul fire

[WIREMAN]

a yellow house
in a roman town
where he walked the fields
packed easel and paints
don't forget the brushes
the light.....the southern light.....

[saw]

sounds like a damn good night brother mark.....

it's so easy for a mind to wander here
in the shadows of Sacre Coeur
here in the summer air of Paris
like a hand on Therese's thigh
I lift my glass to Emile Zola
grab a band aid for Vincent

[WIREMAN]

me and vincent reggae dub steppin tonite on washington blvd.

[judih]

vincent and mark
ginsberg and whitman
a night to remember

[WIREMAN]

we be HOWLING!!!!!....judih

[saw]

howl you wired devil
let the music drive us mad
in a good way, take us
to the house of pleasure
where we hear Madame Bovary's
seductive whispers, where we feel
the sexual escapades of Nana,
"I am an artist !.....
I am here to live out loud !"