Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

hey dudes and dudettes

We hereby inaugurate the Studio Eight Word Jam #6

All manner of creative writing is welcomed and encouraged.

Bounce off the words of others or create your own direction.

Who knows what will happen?

Above all, have fun.

that's the thing
......"FUN!".........
you said and no
matter what, gonna
have fun, the 21st
day, 3X7....1/3rd of
the way to spring
yet nothings wrong
with winter, the days
are getting ;onger and
shows are on the horizon
on with the show, this is it!!!!!!

here's a wetback manifestation of con-man logic
something grown in a closet, tiny buds
with a green frequency laden with resin
a hydro-sheen skunk calculus
smokin

whoever walks along the crevassed cervical path
might get stuck
admiring the view

the view is tactile
the sounds are immaterial
the taste, the taste
words slide into retirement
who can talk?

a jam that holds the writer spellbound
who can talk?

the touch, the touch
fingers merge
blender vertigo

most aliens land in the spring
so we're safe for now
still traces of snow on my walk
and more expected

the thing about aliens
is they don't like to shovel snow
they land in South America this time of year
where it is summer

a jam jazzes nocturne
with shadowed notes
and saxy moans of loss--
dark are the tones that weave
the skeletal filigree;
in a room of jesters
malvolio weeps

our aliens sit tight
no complaints
got yer flat terrain
and a comfy landing strip

we aim to please
hootzeneem proclaim
where we come from
they don't know a falafel from a satellite disk

your casa is our casa
pass the tehina

My blender is a forty-five Smith & Wesson
I can kill you with a smoothie
and I can mix the lexicon
with 'lectricity limbered

fingers can press buttons
pull triggers
beckon
or poke out eyes

oh yes, the fingers

syntactical frappe
liquidated today
pureed phantasm
kali fire ballet
nothing but
chrome teardrops
off a flying sword

Trane was an alien
or at least they said he was
he played tenor Smith & Wesson
made your skeleton shake
when rock n roll was just a gleam
in Chuck Berry's eye

Still my guitar gently weeps …

LR ~ smoking
DH … listening ..
Wirem’n … hanging
J’h … flowing
Pe'R … Roaring
Do'r ... coming

All jamm’n

I look at you all
see the love there
that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps

Still my guitar gently weeps ….
Beatles – While My Guitar Gently Weeps

i made it pretty ...
anyway

at the tombs the jester did not have a lute
he listened to the winds
carving obsolescence
into stone, the bare winter
trees like arms of
dead generals
shaking in cold

I play a Smith & Wesson guitar
it fits in a secret holster, you can barely see it
but when I crank it up
lika stevie vaughn stetson
lectric magination
going haywire into a
three ton Marshall amp
my guitar weeps
but not gently
into that bad night

wired to this painting
I'm doing, nailed the face
it's bleeding grey, black,
and white all over the place..............

I have caressed a weeping
guitar, love sleeping in its
body. My fingers have stroked
its neck until bluejazz heard
my cries for embrace and
i have tasted the innocence
of music;
arpeggios
are my intimate
companions.