Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Powder blue morning
Bright colors stroll by
Some might say brisk

like lipton tea
brisk, refreshing
the sun is a lemon
yellow, big
bigger than a lemon
bigger than a big lemon
but don't squeeze it
because it's hotter than fuck

Tea beer green
Me tea totaled
of late
Chai latte on my plate
Rappin Sunday morning
@ the Nola coffee bar

iced chai
at the red canoe
infusion process
good little number
spinach feta muffin
keeps me going strong

Did some shows @red canoe
Tippa-Tyler-2
Into songs & wire
Right now
Poppa u mow mow

wine spodeeodee
better herbs

lipton's good with a little lemon
tequilla shiella brewed me up a pot of jimson weed tea
and I stared at the tender indifference of the night sky
and saw the stars go out one by one

good times there are not forgotten
it was all good till I tried to eat a peanut butter sandwhich
my mouth so dry it turned to concrete and stuck to my gums

whoooeeeeeee
what am I doing here with a bunch of beatniks
I am a poser
not a poet

How many can still remember
It was in a bleak November
Light snow fell that day
Kinda Japanese, you might just say
Snowflakes big as quarters
Dogs barking at the moon
Eating dinner on the floor
Coming home through the
Harbor tunnel in Baltimore
Then a stillness gripped the
land of o say can u see.........

Singing, "Johnny I hardly knew ya"
I remember
November
thanksgiving day
the 22 1984
the silence at dawn
the old woman on the bed

Seriously shot down in May
In a sear sucker ensemble
Dripping with why me?

I got shoot down in May also
Woke up wishing it was a bad dream
But I knew it was not

"If you ain't bombed in Birmingham, you ain't one of us"

not sure what that has to do with this, just spontaneous first thought memories of a song and another thread here on Studio Eight a couple years ago.

Out of Sight Out of Mind

Safety man wired
They keep hurtin themselves
Good job @ 60
On them last legs
Maybe it'll buy me a couple more years ST

Gettin ready to rain on old Frederick town
Freedom rings Friday night
N.Y. Strip steak coming

a call to jam
a call to arms
I'll make it if you will

we got to live it
a good job@73 is hard to find
my night visions gone
I lost my nerve on a curve
I gotta squeeze my balls every morning
to get one more little squirt of test tost her zone

poster's remorse
first thoughts crude and icky

I guess I could have just deleted it
first thoughts call to jam
working without a net
The news nothing but tales from the heart of darkness
I need music more
and more it is my safety net
thanks to Cenacle for this one
LaPlace & the Demon-Unconditional Love for Existence


a day off is a day on
off the bus today, first Sunday I have had to myself in months
sweet, trying not to worry about the dough ray me I did not make today.

as the great English Economist said
In the long run we are all dead