Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

man, I gotta GO and get some
automatic transmission fluid
then I have to come BACK
or at least I HOPE to come back
thats not a certainty
ever
so here's to all the sweet loving girls
I've ever known
those that i never want to see again
and those I'd like to see at least
once more 'cause I believe the good stuff
deserves a final florish
a little upswing
a hey and a holler
a last jazz riff that
touches all the keys

shangri-la
sangria night
3 am. wake-up
call coming fast
quest for the
all mighty $$$$$$
time for a bacon burger
and some wifi
then back to the cafe
for one more with my
favorite bartender jen
i believe in the truth
maximo
i don't think a lie
does anyone any good
nor does stirring up
the hornets nest
hell we're here for
the good times
these are the good old daze
mi amigos

in the good old summer time
good old boys eating peaches
sipping sangria

oh mama mia
we go down
to baltimore

street cars running my door
holly roller church next door
tamburine playing a dylan gospel song

only thing I want to slam
is thah jam
going to be the grandma moses of poetry

got to GO

busted jammin 2 night
i'm back it's 12:12
am.
i think i'll be jammin till
the day i expire

nothing changes
except the seasons
human nature
is constant
the jam is perpetual

I'm gonna spray my old nineteen & eighty one chrysler cordoba
flat black then write on it in white paint -
"Posted! Indian Land! Keep Out! For Sale!
& across the lip of the trunk lid "Bombs Away Dream Babies"
& on the front of its l-o-n-g l-o-n-g nose "Jam This!"
I'll drive it to Baltimore or Bust
I'll drive it to Utah for some hot Mormon squeeze
o burn me down to ash baby, and
let the wind do the rest o i love you like
a legless man in his hoveround
spinning circles in the red dust of Mars
o the truckdriver with a bow in his hair
hauls a load of prime toads to the
Arizona state fair - one toad says to another one there
anasazi me please while i comb out my hair
and space shuttle my bones where buffalo roam
and the clouds are not sky all day
where the homeless change water to bread
then walk on it crossing over to adult comic book heaven
("hey, fellas, how am I doin?")
Satan's left hand man lives in upstate new york
he says his apartment is easy to find
its the only one with wind chimes
hanging outside the door
I almost bought his car from him
but one look at all the books he had
of self improvement, motivation & inspiration
gave me time - a last moment to change my mind
I just said thank you no & out the door & if
I'd had a pole I woulda gone fishing just then
but I had just a car that I jumped in where
the goin' is easy & clean & clear 'round the bend
and we carry no canned tunes don't ya know
no cd no mp3
'cause we hear music wherever we go
& go
& go & I wish everyone did
givin' is livin' all the way thru to true
so I've eaten my meat & finished my beer
and on my way toward gittin' outta here

yer doin' just fine mingo
on a roll
blue ballin'
thru the prime
music the up above
the car pointed to the land
of just because
me sittin' in a coffee house
listening to john coltrane
after a fresh summer shower
man o man did it rain
and a beauty knocked
@ my door
lookin' for a dryer
and a trip to the land of
nevermore.........

thanx,wireman, I got thunder here
prowling the skies outside my door
my lady's in bed reading a book
everything everywhere happens simultaneously
I can hear her she just turned a page
now comes the rain

cafe cyber surfing
perpetual
waiting for omlete
om..............
et spiritu sanctu today-o
showing wired ones to kim
puter shots cartoon mode
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that pic is too much...I've come back to sit in front of it more than once...I get a kick out of it...jam on...

thousand words worth
sold the sculpture to
a bookstore owner
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belly dance show @ minas gallery in hampden '04...sculpture in background..

i've decided to be a belly dancer
a natural progression
i can't wait!

who's the belly dance company?
do you know? send me their name please
thanks

heh

(oh and congrats on the sale! yay!)

and I decided to be a stand-up comic
in the lady's strip bar
cuz when I tried to get it to stand up
they went, 'har, har, har.'

yeah... but I'M serious!
and you're just jokin
what's in dat pipe
you been smokin?

lol

the pipe is still breathing
and I ain't teasing either
all those nasty words were cuz
Carlin couldn't get it up neither

but he was a clown, an exotic dancer
he asked the questions and told you the answer
we're both stand-up guys