Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

cityscape flexes muscles
steel girders
steroid growth

Stretching out
The turn around
Can somebody
please tell me
where's the lost
and found?

lost glories
& vanished crowns
will there be enough
to go around?
what's gone is gone
time to look down
& see our feet
still on the ground

feet afloat
nothin works
in comes the chain gang

chain gangs little lambs
papa was a rollin' oligarch
mountains & grasslands
forests up & down the land
live free or baked potatoes
parchment notes
witches & alligators
america
personally i enjoy the
properties of glue

i'll go get lost
and found
separation and return
so you can hear music again
when you get back..

for the next breathing soul
surprise environment
beneficent player

Silence
of the night
Kind of a groove
Sound
Buzzzzzzz feel
Beneath the turnaround
All on word
Call it JAM!!!

las vegas at night
sizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzles the brain
like walking through the heart of a black hole
all that light
the desert blooms in SoCal
I think I'll grow rice in the Negev
it is a big old goofy world
on a string
for those that jamm

bamboo shoots
lemon grass enticement
come on home

His bamboo
Shoots thru
the roof
A candle burns
it's escape
Non attachment
sends it all
up in flames
Just one of those
things

she called him bamboo knees
they lived as husband and wife
in a little grass hut
in the Philippines
after the war he came home to die of a broken heart in Baltimore
just one of those things

I been a bad actor most of my life
no making amends for that
but I still try
Jack said that was what drove him too
redemption

All I can do is jammercise

Now I'm just burning the fat on studio eight
one word at a time
burning the karma too
marvelous studio eight diet
it is all I got going but it is enough
just enough to
jam my way home
with a few friends

Bamboo forest
Sparse beneath
A walkway winding
thru the moment
My mind begins
to wander

my mind wanders back and forth across the years

Bamboo Forest
a picture and a few words
that ease my mind
that's what I needed

always hungry on a fast
I write my blues away
playing with my band
of friends


Trying to imagine
drinking with Bukowski
in some seedy waterfront bar down in San Pedro
I think my back would be to the wall
trying to imagine going shopping with allen
and what my life would have been like if I was born queer