Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

vociferous stones !
the singing reaching the sky !
The sky singing back.
& if you listen close
you can hear a mule kickin'

ear punched by kick ass
how wow can we go
zip a dee doo dah

swagger versus still of night
coyote spies a predator
howls and makes haste

Coyote's howling &
eating the moon
Coyote's howling &
eating the moon
He don' have a knife
and he don' have a fork
& he certainly ain't got a spoon

venus spits and the moon cries foul
venus splits and the moon just growls
venus pits and the moon chews jowls
star quake planets in sad stoned howl
just so lonely on earth tonight
so damn lonely on earth this night

has it come to this?
is it true
oatmeal cookies with sesame
i say oatmeal cookies with sesame
and an oatmeal cookie with sesame
and it's true that it's come to this

Don't be lonely
the pack's howling for you
How could ya be lonely with
the pack tight 'round ya?
Now let the night turn into the day
we're gonna be with ya all the way
Howl Howl Howl Howl
HOOOWWWWWWLLLLLL

cold november rain
she see's the gate keeper
in the corner
"are we going home now?"
she say's to me
there seems to be
but one way out
& it's not the front door

we have full cinemascope exits
to the left, to the right
we have full stereophonic howling
all around, just so you know
howls everywhere
when it's time to go

catch the last breath
and hold it to your heart
soulful essence prana

"Go man Go...."

if you're lucky
you feel the vibe
go man Go

jam tags soaring
willie singin' stardust
"haunts my memory"
they do be alive
if only in the mind
place of energy
flying by constant
love's refrain

you take willie
apply generously to heart
watch what happens

when the world melts
and there's no more spoons
we'll lick what we can

Judih, meanwhile back on the ranch, Chanukah has happily arrived and the desert nights get cooler--yes I remember the desert nights, Mohave desert nights, listening to "Tipitina" on the late night wave of New Orleans radio blasted all the way to Uvalde, Texas... Hoo hah! Holidays again and time to break out a roast chicken or something nice like latkas and hearty soup...

Yes, the desert sun goes down like a stone and there is relief spelled like rolaids out in the desert! All the chuckwallas crawl back under their rocks and the armadillos scatter for the mesquite tree thickets near the wash... Yess Yess Yess kind folks and gentle people, the desert is becoming a winter garden. Sometimes a little frost clings to the Bexar hills and there are large times going on down at the civic center, drinkin' wine, spo- dee -o -dee, red cherry wine--

Would you believe the Chihuahuan Desert with the radio blasting all the way from New Orleans to Del Rio, Texas, and the nearby hills frosty like
moonlight on marble with the horny toads scattering to the creosote bushes and the armadillos hiding in the wash near the mesquite trees...
Poetic license done took me further back and deeper to the Mohave Desert and Arizona near the Grand Canyon on a clear late August night...gets cold out in the desert at night even in August...the hoo-doos in
the nearby hills take you back one million years with the burros snorting
under the load of bedrolls, pots & pans, and smoked turkey, even a big wad of pemmican rolled in with the the trail mix snacks and water bags...
So flash forward to Great Aunt Estelle's chicken soup and latkas and the
big celebration...onward...

great aunt ruby
deep brooklyn dish
ladling out the matza balls

dear aunt amy
deep connecticut woods
adventure a day

cousin ariel
deep ceramic genius
a pot at every turn