Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

stones
along the river
talk in their sleep

the lamps are on
following the hot scent laid down by the mundane
no waste on the uptick

c'mon you guys,
all this talk 'bout new year
let's run it
run it

nothing new this way
no more talk about new year
carry on, assholes

boats in the wind
like it or not
each moment a test

twenty seventeen
the year inches in
excitement (?) wanes

epiphany today
those three wise guys come and go
wonders never cease

wrecks are good
for scavenging
i pick up a wrench

it's three
it's five
alarm from the past

I posted something here but had to come back and remove it: un-fore-seen circumstances.
I had nothing upfront to replace it. Had to wing it.

wing it
wing it
wing it

one day quicksand
another day beach
why not smile?

my two sense
blustery on a virgin island
golf balls surfing

sweet baby face
after twenty-one years
magic of time

dystopian literature
(I have the list!)
only three books already read

heavy sleet dropping
against window, falling noise
like sounds of earth clock