and when its all over
cold of january descends
stretch run on past
ground hogs day
sputtering thru lions
winds of march
and the promise of
lambs breath in spring
i"ll retreat to perpetual
sanctuaries with a hobobun
in my gut
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
all writings are alive & kicking
as long someone are reading them
life, a precious gift
I slided & plopped into that last year
(beyond my head)
meanwhile I guess I´ll continue
"tratando de crecer y no de sentar cabeza"
as the old song says ...
alive, alive, 0000000000
jam is better on the fly
when u catch somebody
in the instant, like in the
old litkicks way=daze
something magic about immediacy
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
I think this is how it works
we have a red tailed hawk
we turn him out and he flies up to a thousand feet
then comes strieght down
like a metier right
swoops on to the glove
look in his eyes
relise
the majic of of all
got to run what fun
what a great way to welcome 2016!
as we prepare to say farewell to this jam
keep writing hard and
on to the next one
"From the sudden invasion of a mind not my own in the world. This I will record. For whom? For m y s e l f, beyond denial and beyond indifference." - Philip Lamantia