Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

turn the page
no need of a
francis scott key
o say can't u see
the one who's
following thee
or is it me following
him
rescue ala rin-tin-tin

i know a guy
ain't got a dog
& when he gets lonely
its just "Hey baby!,
Ya wanna hog?"

o jerkle cirk child
out in the weeds with
your crooked teeth clicking
it's not your fault or your mother's ya know
that ya got here this way
with no place to go

so hog on my friend
we're related its true
you with your brain damage
and me with my blues

open a text box
words appear
like magic

turn the key
turn the page
open the box
call it quality
scents fresh
aroma arousing
thoughts percolating
on a hot day
traffic jammers yelling
"get the hell outta my way!"

kick in the pants jam
jump start
all aboard
don't be bored
bore on thru
bally-hoo
3....6.....9....
chewin' tabacky
on the street car line
i can remember when
there were street cars
in old D.C.
the mick and roger maris were the
kings
little wired me singing that lady day soulful song......

o i looked it up in the entrails of crows
o mama it was something
i read it there in the blood & the guts
if ya can't be free of death
ya can't be free of nothin'

I saw a crow once.
He was knocked out
flatter than a doornail,
from flying into a tree,
that was dressed up
like a dove.
As he lay there,
unconscious,
several jeolous magpies
were flying in cartoon circles
around his head.
Their screeches were loud,
like flying hyena's,
if you can imagine that.
I realized,
it was quite possible,
that the crow was merely
pretending to be dead.
I didn't blame him at all.

I have
I have always
expected
to live forever
I could be disapointed
but even so
I will at least live till I die
at least till I die
I have cooked chicken soup many times
spread chicken smaltz on rye

Freedom is just another word
and I still got plenty left to loose

a streetcar nameddesire
I have rode it many times
and when it would make the turn at eastern a caroline
sometimes the sparks would fly

I remember those glass milk bottles
before homogenization
with the cream on top
and frozen in the winter
pushing the paper cap off like a hat on a column of milk fat

life was good
in the 19 forties
when John Wayne and Ronald Reagon were risking their lives in hollywood combat
and japenese were yellow insects
and all the evil in the world was over seas

but most of all I remember mama
like a a perfumed haiku
leaning over to kiss me good night

no sturcture
no rhyme
no meter
no beat
just a go

this poem
is a worm
is an earthmover

rabbit's
turtle's
are is
our is
to be
never knot
berry farm
disneyland
world of tomorrow
finger pointing
the mountain and me
till there is only the
mountain
li po
tu fu
wang wei
han shan
lu chi
ryokan
ikkyu
sengai
basho
dogen
lew
jack
neal
gary

LI PO!
I LOVE YOU YA OL' PORK FRIED RICE GULPER!
& I LOVE THAT WINESKIN THERE BY YOUR KNEES!
PASS IT ON OVER, AH, LISTEN TO THAT WIND!
THAT BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL WIND!

a bug in a bowl
kids in a
coffee house
smiling mom's
no she's the granma
persistent lunchtime
chatter
beatific day-0
technicolor blue
all the colors
vibrating
words shakin'
looking for 2 JAM!

a breeze thru the trees
i ain't tryin' to be free
and the wireman's right
time to get tight
up over around or down
baby we're gonna take this town!

blastin' the everlastin'
for to jam is prime
in this land of
~GO! a little more
further on
down the road
sun shining day
shadows lending
a hand
me plopped down
on sanctified land

o i use
all my many confusions
for fuel
i roll past the kind
i roll past the cruel
a little bird asks me
"where ya goin' to?
o cousin bird, what can
i tell you? wherever it is
it appears a fact
i can tell from the graveyards
i won't be coming back!
Zoo scat a do!