Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

spray-blasts of super sushi
sun-dried miso flakes
a world of macrobiotic
zen fu-shu wahoo

the remnants
of the snow
glistening in
alley ways
day's get longer
life, just that
a huge that
pear apple pie
blink of an eye

jam that midwinter thingy
the winter solstice
our planet earth
home sweet home at
maximum axial tilt of 23° 26'
where sunrise to sunset
seems like a blink of an eye ~
how I yearn for longer days
and those shorter nights
‘cause me
I ain’t no vampire
sunrays you jammers,
really turn me on

Dance naked around the stars...a candle in tribute...a meditation of peace...

naked poets
orbit the galaxy
daydawn to nightdusk

those naked poets
mooning and streaking
about the milky way
like a ‘70’s time warp
birthing a white dwarf
forever lost to disco

the turn of the year
rebirth of the sun
raise your cup to the oak
toast the season begun

the valley is crossed
the calendar fled
the Holly King fading
-let's drink him to bed

the season of sleep
now covers the land;
the music of spheres
cares not for our plans,
so-

cast your fate to the fire
toast the Yuletide begun
raise your cup to the Lady
and the faraway sun.

2010 red-sock & golden-ribbon little calendar
already on the fridge door
& a december´s "The persistence of memory"
spreading its last cells

trova concert last night
sitting on still wet grass for some hours
good meditation

my mind flits
back and forth
cross the equator
now it is winter
now it is summer
and I am never going to land
spend my time chasing my tail

the chaser and the chased
everyone plays
in the Great Hunt
that is Time.

I've been eating and drinking straight through
since Thanksgiving, how about you?
If I continue through Christmas and New Years,
there will be a heavy price to pay!
I'm bound to gain 20 pounds, at least,
which will require me to buy larger sized jeans.
Oh my God, I'm going to get fat!
Lord help me. Let us pray.
I can't have that!

When someone asks me what I want for a gift,
I tell them, "Nuttin."
Because I've already had too much, apparently,
evidenced by my being a glutton.

a stolen holiday
the night was shorter
but he didn't notice
the missing few seconds

he remembered pagan sounds
the cop-show screech of tires
as the sun turns a corner
even plants notice and lean

be quiet and listen
ear to the earth
what you hear is not the
crash of blood against a membrane
it is the sound of a promise whispered

I celebrated the theft of a day
by the gift of another.
A perfect way to
confront the remembrance
of a disappeared year.

And when the multi-colored
lights are clear upon the next
cliche horizon, I embrace
the occasion with a northern
prayer ...

I listen to the silence of
snow fallen so deep, I sink
in it,

like I sunk into the heart of
God when he claimed he didn't
exist and invited me
to join him

to prove
We do.

I pepper blacked my eye
on Rosemary's thyme
stirring up soup
to crack the winter blues.