Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

wandering in wonder
camping out in
river bottoms
searching for the
welcome oasis
the place where the
page turns
i throw my stick
in the air
where it points
I follow

tonite i be
han shan
feeling wireman
where's the cave?
i'm more than ready
a place where i can dine
on the wild & run thru the
fields going hog wild all the live long day...............

jam here
it's short and sweet
ya don't even have to leave
your feelings in the street
no why's
no for's
only creative implores
jam sticky
and if 2 it's too sweet for ya
eat a sour dill pickle
but by all means..........JAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just spent three days
and two nights in the mountains -
last night woke up in the midst
of a mountain thunderstorm and
there are so many impressions
they ain't sorted themselves out yet
whew! been so long since I've done
something like that - I used to spend
so much time in the woods - ok, I gotta
stop my go here or , well,ya know....

the woods @ night
how they march
past the bended knees
trees spiraling
leaves dangling
minds wandering
startled by the
sound of distant thunder

the old has got me this far
but its time for somethin' new
want to leave the ol' skin behind
in one piece or in pieces for some
other wanderer to find by a rock
or a stump or some fallen tree -
want to point to something and
give it a new name -
want to know I'm goin' somewhere
not with fatal knowledge
but with hope -

deebedeep a doopdoop a doo woop
deebedeep a doop
deebedeep a doopdoop a doo woop
deebedeep a doop

the storm is crucified to the sky
the road is crucified to the earth
the best word is always the first
o listen, its not hard to work -

deebedeep a doopdoop a doo woop
deebedeep a doop

crow callin' out from the top of the tree
but its not free he's talkin' about
ya just gotta do it no need to shout
you can even whisper the river
deebedeep a doop
deebedeep a doop

with a chant I
birthed an ant
she's crawlin' up my arm
but I don't think she means
to do me any harm
deebedeep a doop doop
deebedeep a doop

this is my post
now its time for toast
& peanut butter too
got my hand up in the air
and waving out to you
see ya later over there
and see ya later here too

deebedeep a doopdoop a doo woop
deebedeep a doop
deebedeep a doopdoop a doo woop
deebedeep a doop

my ~GO is gone
the Sleep Inn is right around the
corner - I'm headed in the right direction
a young girl's voice cries out from
somewhere in the campsite
"BUT I CAN'T SEE THE MONSTERS!"
followed by the laughter of other
children and several adults
I think she was right,though,
without explanation and
goodnite

midnight wake-up call
summer's here and the
time is right for wifi
on the streets.......

what do the satelites tell me
must i listen
do they share secrets
or am i enslaved
unknowingly
as the trees do tell me different
who(what) is worthy of trust
is there any empty space
do i even own the thoughts in my brain
for is not i living on government land
property of a schizoid(informal) shit fuck

ah the messages from
invisible sources -
the beepings
the clicks
the echos bouncing
saying first & always
we are here - our text a graffiti of bridges
where eyes are ears
the textbox a blank wall
the keyboard an infinite can
of spray paint for leaving sign of cryptic fusion
Hello Brothers!
Hello Sisters!
We Reach!

12:11 a.m. - like the last
of the wooly mammoths
I wandered out onto the
fast disappearing tundra
and went to bed

10:55a.m. and it's finished for now
but there's always something else
lying in wait, stalking my energies
so rest becomes more appreciated

boom.

it's like the best
the rest
and the big typeface
perpetual
oozing jam
sticky
splicity.........till it all becomes BLURRR..............across the sky
one lonely lil crazy cloud floats along looking to do nobody no harm....

i wanna play the maracas
i don't wanna work....i wanna shake
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