Studio Eight(8) Jam

[the mingo]

close the blind on the window
closer to midnight now than noon
my own fingers brush my eyebrow
the dark is so full
of sound

[judih]

my eyebrow rises
leaves my face
enough is enough

[the mingo]

just back from a
twilight ride
the road beckoning
beckoning -
this time of year
need goggles out there
10,000 bugs in the eyes

[judih]

flies bid adieu
too hot for insects
so why am i here?

[judih]

chunk of flesh
from me to horsefly
alms to the poor

[WIREMAN]

Coffee sipping
Lowfi hum
Sun is shining
Day awaits

[the mingo]

sun rising
coffee goin' down
the road & the ride
calling me out

[judih]

coffee down
caffeine rises
seconds till brain response

[WIREMAN]

With or without
Survival in the between
Dimensional flavor

[the mingo]

awake in the morning
words are there to greet you
they come from within first
ourselves to ourselves
then they expand outwards
to greet the words of others
works flawlessly
every time
i'm glad

[WIREMAN]

Becoming tourists town
I tried to write it "tourista"
Corrections
Orderliness
Spelling bee
Could sit here
Writing all day
Then going out
& living, more or
less just being
Human

[judih]

less is more
human frailty
on the half-shell

[the mingo]

whatever happens
i tend to agree with B.C. -
CLAMS GOT LEGS !!

[WIREMAN]

Lobster legs
Claws better
Jam devine
On down the line.......

[judih]

hand over that claw
no shells allowed
frisked at the gate