Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

some young dude
was about to walk past me
in the supermarket parking lot
and i saw he had a T-shirt on
that had a jack kerouac face on it
and it said jack kerouac
as i walked by i could not help but say
"hey jack kerouac"
and the dude in shades turned and said:
" you are the second person to say ...

my heart seeks a rock to fall into yet not become like a stone
that sings in a pond of mirrors that drink themselves into a
somber bliss so intense that all the magazine covers applaud
my folly as a indian maiden floated up to touch me at the rocks
fire of the lips opening to allow cheek bones to ...

ashtrays with chewed gum and half sucked mints
a piano silent now in the days old black magic
a little sunlight sneaking through a crack
in a slamed shut window in the back
some sheets of scribbled notes resting on a stool
yes the silent space still has some lingering
trace of last night's jam

the ...

yeah rice marks
but now she's got a new face
literally

imagine that stars are light coming through john lennon
like juju eyeballs like movin up slowly like nothing exists
shine on existanz shine on abby road moon he blues his
mind out in the stars hadn't noticed the lights had changed
a thousand holes in yesterday imagine if you can your a
blues john ...

joans and jones bones and henry and june
stop in for a hot body
and sing to the cats
in the alley
to tell the Allen
it goes well beyond the Blues
the Burroughs and the Naked

like walkin through Kerouac alley
and i don't have a care

in the air
in the Kerouac
air

in the happy connections
words really sang, really got
the hang of it, really made
is, is

poetry floatin in the air following you down
Kerouac alley any way by the jazz in your walk in your talk in your ...

i cat's eye marble
roll nine

i past senseless pasts
saw my future gestalt self
somewhere here now
on the main street bus
a thousand lives stream by
lived in dust jacket window
lookin out at dream filled city
like a shattered crystal ball

i roll a shard of night the lights on
everybody

i use to think i had em
smarts, i wonder
what kind of taking
of pains taking
of staking my claim
to some
some then them
some use to be
things could be so
smart and dumb

looking but not seeing
and the more i looked

only in the art did i see
what i use too, some
field of reality
comin and goin
if ...

in days gone by in a whisper of voids
tinkle on blue smooth air
hush and intake
slow change in direction moving now
toward its centre everywhere
tiny spears of grass draw breath
as pain staking strokes of brush
letters are made in haste no waste
yet with mindfull art done in fullness
to the task to ...

a kiss perhaps
flies around the
world

looking for a cheek
that needs a pair
of lips

cept this is only a
etheric kiss
sent as a breath

of possibility
from some imaginary
union of body and soul

i in my daydream
of a butterfly
transformed into a kiss

have yet still
a Kafka wish
that a kiss of ...