Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

tremors of life...
bolts of memory lane
or was that Lois ?
No it's Magma that's comin'
and she seems a little pissed

she is Greek I think or maybe
Italian, a hot mama of reflection...
REM is more than a band
it's a gateway to discovery
my gondola is from Uber

must be a modern dream I guess
so I want to resist, this Magma
wants to pull me down, she brings
a suitcase of the past, but I unpack it
to fit the Land of the Gnarly Nod

Down I go
beyond the safety of open eyes
beyond the barbed wire of status quo
I'm the tripping protagonist, the fantasy hero
I absolve myself

from all oblivious transgressions.... or otherwise

I'm the tripping protagonist, the fantasy hero
I absolve myself

I just love inviting myself to the madly stuff - the pie market has tanked but I always make sure I have options and I can ride a good thread right across the Adirondacks, Plattsburgh by nightfall then on to Lake Champlain - have bicycle-will travel - the fantasy hero line cracked me up as I was heading for the kitchen to freshen my coffee - yes, multitasking - my woman says I'm terrible at it because of my slacker ways - had to step over my dog too on the way to the kitchen - piece of cake - let me eat cake !

Thx for this, saw, but gotta go, I'm hauling some Hank Mobley down to the Z plus I got to post a poem + drop off a haiku at judih's joint - I'm retired but all I've done since is work work work -
the golden yrs were nowhere to be found when I got there - <* *>

the mingo wrote:the golden yrs were nowhere to be found when I got there

fool's gold piled up in that cast iron pot
awaiting another rainbow to be cast
to the storms brewing in the skies..
I await in patience for that fool's wealth
to obliterate the mind's eye blacked by soot.

saw... your absolution IS cool to the touch, warm to the mind...

always pleased to spark some thought mingo, so thanx for the details...and thanx as well mtmynd..