Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

you mean
my mind
has parts?
o no!

mind dissembles
deconstruct obstruct
rise into more life


day slips away
so sweetly
a peaceful morning
in this asylum of brokenhearts

a baby's shirt
blossoms as a puppet
ready to amuse

self amused
hacking my life back
one key stroke at a time

yesterday
I did not know what a mitzvot was
today I got one

costume party
i tear off masks
fast escape

never do nothing
till it is too late
mom used to tell me

For as many times
I broke her heart
she only broke mine twice

My own damn fault
Mama's boy I was
Henry Miller escaped his mother's aura
I never did

I should have been queer
I might have found my true lover
instead I waited too long for her

now I hear
the oars of the boat
crossing the river of heaven



a do waka ku

]I waited for my
Lover till I could hear
In the night the oars of the boat
Crossing the River of Heaven

tow truck required
7 people yawn in bus
after long journey

bird rising from
salt-stained pavement just before dawn
it was time for her to go

back to green fields
chamomile welcome
me and my bike

muddy day
oh it's a treat
for parched texas

past sight & instinct
the rain
the window

old 'ku touches itself
as fantasies
& memories
bloom

stake trucks rolling
hauling last year's harvest
moving out
moving on

every day
more wild flowers
bloom

mind jungle
paths to logic
rearrange chaos