Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

sorry...not really playing the game here... but I LOVE this line:

grandmothers scalped
in the promised land
by those who were there first

the Smithsonian museum is full of bones
of those who were here first
and there also are their sacred artifacts
the totems of their conquered gods


family history
we must have our histories
to know the etiology of this disease called man

those that were here when the first shall be last

a game for those with heart

shoving words
shoving them down till I gag on them
like a dog returning to his own vomit
I need to change the music I am listening too
where else are these hateful thoughts coming from

glad to see you back
sorry you won't play
you were good at this game

who am i bennie that music should have so much power over me
how are your tunes coming
good to see you back

melodies shared
mySpace, your board, us cobble stoned
all in an instant
life takes off
any deposed planet
cruise control destiny

all tied up
in branches
cherry blossoms

yeah yeah
yeah yeah
lookout! lookout!
corners curves straightaways
wheels are gonna turn
wheels are gonna spin
the planet goin round
who lives to see these days
sees the road just ahead
o the road just ahead
we all got these little birds
comin back comin back
aint no inside aint no outside
the rivers swellin
meltwater filling the low places
water dripping
water runnin
sing it sing it
the animals all are movin in the moonlight
leavin their midnight tracks for me to see
the last of the winter moons in the sky
in the sky
in the sky
in the
in

I was sitting in the bathroom
reading Henry Miller
looked across the hall
into an open closet
where a hat hung from a hook in the wall
& aint America just like that
open closets & hats on hooks
sea to shining sea
and all our clothes just hanging there

my clothes refuse to hang
they like their freedom
god-given right
hangers be damned
closets for cowards
out, out, out they cry
...
threadbare aftermath

Made a bed
In big closet
Till I felt
Hung up

ready for public
not ready yet
pull down the murphy
not ready yet
knock twice, if
yeah
not readyyet

A feel thing
Sleep spot
Place the important ingredient

Join in jam
No judge
No jury
Just witnesses all
Xpress yerself
No big deal mahnnnn.....

Poetry such a sacred word and all
This here's
More like a
light morning breeze
within the shadows
of misty dawn.

fast flood
spittin image
spark and ash

breathe
sit
inhale caffeine
prepare

studio 8

smile
enter
rejoice
respond

studio 8

sit breathe inhale nicotine
cry enter and lean on the everlasting
lean on friends

I am worried now but I won't be worried long

Poetry such a sacred word and all
This here's
More like a
light morning breeze
within the shadows
of misty dawn.


like the shadows of a misty memory of how it was back in Lowell when we were still innocent children

Hard assed
Hard nosed
Running the ball
97 yards for a TD
Hero....scholarship.....
All the ups
Waiting for the downs
Enough sense to take
a bite out of that big apple
Times Square scene
1940's automat all night dreams
Watching all the hustlers
Do their thing
St. Jack

hustle and scram
smooth as a ladybug on a banana leaf
as if it's all the same
one leaf or another