Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I sunk to my knees and
said to myself, "just what did
I do with my life?"

it don't matter
who's in the Vatican
I got my own saints

I was there sunk to my knees
in 1972 in D.C. Adams Morgan neighbor hood
before it got gentrified it was half way houses

I said to myself
I got to sleep
Oh lordy please just let me get some sleep

and then I heard the still silent voice/had the thought/said to myself
"Go to sleep and when you awake
be a better man"

almost signed in here as short timer
cause I wanted to bring jimboloco into this
stream

maybe next time
st martin luther king
spoke of the blessings of longevity
one of them running out of time

had my daze in Adams Morgan
late 70''s, early 80's at
madams organ art coop
lived up on kalorama rd. then got
a place down by the roller rink
them was the daze, young, somewhat
dumb and definitely full of it
I had $'s too, from my rod busting
jammin
I could write a novella from
those times and when I lived in
the Village in '78 at the village plaza hotel
back to jammin
never slamming
only jamming
no score kept
just an alamand event
square dancin, but round
gonna eat this brunch now!

young wireman
chillin with a Michelob
healthy as an ox
oh to have those days back
when you could party all night
and go right to work in construction
i was there bro, doin' my
wood butcher thing, livin'
large in the Keys
the hippie girlz in their cotton dresses
the men in sandals and shorts
fishin' and drinkin'
swimmin' like red snappers
waiting on shore for the shrimpers
to come in...Jumbos
for a dollar a pound, florida
lobster in the canals, we'd dive down
and catch with a gloved hand
never thought about pain or fatigue
we are on the other side of that now
learning how to grow old gracefully

looking good Steve
there weren't no craft beers
back then, but u know dat
yeah those were good times.....

Teh loonger I liive, teh hardur it is fo mee to0 tyyp curectly. Iy'm diggan thoze fotozz, btWw...

You guys sure were
some handsome young men!
Wish we could do it all again.
I used to be pretty, petite, energetic!
This darn getting old shit
is truly pathetic.

some say the survivors will be
the ones that can adapt...and money
may become useless in the fight for food and water
so all the rich people will die first
counter to logical thinking
once we storm the castle and set them out
into the world we've been living in
they won't stand a chance...c'mon
ordering a homeless person to share
ain't gonna cut it
and the rigid will go next, unable to
alter the lifestyles they built on consumption
of trinkets, gadgets, super creature comforts
so hang in there colleagues, we of the broken
bodies may be the only ones that know how
to survive...we may even become useful to some

Damn....its jam time
going on 300 pages
it's time to party
let's get sticky
we are the children
of the future
off to the next
adventure .. ...

enter the far page
shiver in hand
consider cattle, resonant pipe, & zebra
the jealous play -
my brain an unhealthy wicked neck event
a juicy cub
this is my jam
I always voyaged unconcerned
stirring the level
and leveling the stir
saw, ya was cute
in boots & shorts
all our glory may have gone to shit
but we still on the property

eatin' my high fiber
Heritage Crunch it says
digging the grooves
Brian Auger's Oblivion Express,
Bumpin' on a Sunset
into Straight Ahead and I'm teleported
back to vinyl daze, and nights
the Hammond B3 enters my bloodstream
my neurons bathed in funk
lithe fingers dancing like another era
through fields of jam
so jam it over three hundred
cyber-poets, bend those words
twist them into the everlasting story
of a bunch of rag-tag artists and believers

Perpetually
Who'd a thunk I'd be doin this on a phone when it all started?
300
Spartan
Fa*** to much info
Dooterotomy to the core
It started out in Baltimore
With a great big grin
Cause I know where I been
Thought. I was toast last summer
But I'm back to boast n jam!

invincible youth
teflon survival
what we did then
is offering our now
polished in nuance

put the marigolds in the box....
shredded mulch for the front,
cherry tree explosion pinkish tones
purple petunias steppin' up their game
spring in Mary Land is Color Galore
or is Color Galore one of the Bond women
in any case there's been an explosion
they way explosions should be without death
to the contrary to the life, blowing up the status quo
changing seasons help us define new reality
outline annual expectations with surprises
we never see coming, and here I am again
sitting on the porch checkin' it all out
WoW-Weeeee

Porch swinging
Poetry singing
Thoughts singing
Thru the other side
Perishable
Unbearable
Lightness of being
As if it all just a dream

Porch swinging
Poetry singing
Thoughts singing
Thru the other side
Perishable
Unbearable
Lightness of being
As if it all were just a dream