Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Count My Blessings

Now I saw a black crow on a fence post
Singing away like Sam Hopkins's ghost
He sang when you see I ain't breathing no more
Nail my feathers to an old barn door

Or drag my carcass out behind the shed
Just make sure you're pretty sure I'm dead
Ask an Ouija board if you can't ...

to remember love

note to self

never too late

like the first breath of a baby
or sunshine feeding daises [jprine]

Baby, you're a chocolate cookie and you bring out the boogie in me
Baby you take me back to 19 and 43

[Brownie McGhee & Sonny Terry - You Bring Out The Boogie In Me]Lyrics ...

Jana wrote: high emotions sometimes tweak me out
that bit is what gives me your poetry'
thanks for the poetry
it is spooky stuff for me, some sort brain malfunction, like Aspergers maybe
just say'n please never be a martyr for your art
her poem for her son
I do not will him to be exceptional.
It ...

I still remember the look in my mother's eyes on November 22, 1963, the day I held her throat between my hands, and my thumbs could feet the pulse in her carotids. I saw no fear there only sorrow, that is what stopped me from suicide by matricide.

we are fortunate sons
what ever hell my mother put ...

I been reading that book for twenty years at least, read it more than any other book, maybe even the bible,

funny how many of the best of all long-haul truckers are vets
grateful for the ones I drove sleeper team with
you could lay back there in that coffin-like sleeper compartment and go to sleep ...

funny how many of the best of all long-haul truckers are vets
grateful for the ones I drove sleeper team with
you could lay back there in that coffin-like sleeper compartment and go to sleep

let's make a deal my favorite show
I always wanted to dress up like a giant carrot and compete on it,
I seek ...

But God was nowhere, nowhere to be found

So man made an image and he gave it a name
But this man-made god brought nothing but pain
Man started shouting "God! Where can you be?"
"I'm right here man, inside of thee."

Oh, man was so shocked, he was really surprised
'Cuz he looked everywhere, but ...

so ...

I assume to exist —
I am consumed by my assumptions.

call me a fool
I found true love
and walked away from it.
and then years later I did it again

Now I don't know what true love is anymore.
Maybe it's the love of a brother for his sister?
I that is the truest love I know.

thanks for visiting me in the asylum jana
Thanks for writing
I like reading ...

must take at least two people to create a language
Now—
If I could only get stilltrucking to shut up lord knows I have tried.
life would be a dream
my homeboy even wrote a song for him
"shut up still trucking I am bored with your blues"

circus boy
at the tender age of 33
I ran away from home

peanut crunch
and elephant trunks
sisters and brothers
honeycomb hearts

where is my brother wireman
why doesn't he write

I always wondered if Sylvia Plath and Kerouac crossed paths one crazy nite in Brooklyn back in the fifties,
could have ...

breakfast with ' "Victoria Lucas" in 1963"Victoria Lucas" in 1963'
we had avacado halves with grape jelly

I talked about my idiosyncratic underlining

I asked her about her reasons for underlining certain words in her journals. (ref: Silent Woman biography? )

ride sally ride :(
wish i knew why ...

20 miles yesterday
55 miles for the week

breakfast with Freud two over easy
bacon english muffing jam and make believe butter
two cups of yesterday's coffee
sun so hot
cold front
down forty from yesterday
from humid warm day
to cold rain today
It could be worse
Could be 27 degrees and snow in ...