Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Right on the spot
swirling patterns
God bless biology

I wish I had the
biology of
a bull elephant
them old bulls get along with each other most times
except when they are on the look out for a cow
then it can get high and mighty
and trumpets blare

poor old big sad apes
in a breeding condition 24/7

I'm out here on the road late at night
pounding the keys for a beat
somewhere between Johnny Cash <center>and Hanshan.

coldest of mountain men
"my name is sue, how do u do?"
li po on my mind
watchin' the butterfly
float by, winkin' @ me
on his way to watch a
spaghetti western

goofing on the riff
ya know maybe I'll join
Lipo at the movies
I could use some glinty eyes
& senseless gunplay
& smoke in the air
right about now
Boom Boom

........20 westerns for $5 bucks
the gammut
all the lee van cleef you'll
ever need to consume
bronson as chino
the duke in his younger daze

late bloomer
~~~~~~~~~~~
neo-beat crooner
that i be
trying to stung
words i brung
don't think i'm wrung
here for the everafter
place where your bellies
full of laughter

"my baby loves the western movies"
oh yes she does

Duke in his elder days

He had true grit

Maverick on TV

I keep a thousand dollar bill stashed on me

But most of all I remember

Trying to sing
Ghost Riders In The Sky to my mother
with my squeaky little boys voice
and make it sound like Vaughn Monroe by spreading my cheeks with the ear pieces of my glasses

Just got up
brain muggy & still
I'm pouring on the coffee

everything is germane this morning

I got geraniums

running round my cranium

my first day

no coffee

yet

just the need

2 triple shot espresso's
laying back ooozzzzzing

sometimes you let it out
sometimes you keep it in
sometimes you climb up on its back
and spin spin spin

Sometimes Baruch Spinoza

Sometimes John Philip Sousa

Sometimes a different drummer

and GO Going gone

write now wireman
cafe sitting
whole lotta shakin'
going on
holding on to the
tigers tail
head numb
but i still do feel to grip
whole lotta shakin'
whole lotta shakin'
goin' on
me more than bakin'
nah, i'm sizzlin' in
the frying pan
holdin' on
whole lot's a holdin' on
everything's sizzlin
snap-crackle-poppin'
i be the fryin' pan
wireman

Here I am
can't do nothing
stomach all bloated out
pole-axed by sweet corn

lonely old sound
silences the night
all's been said
written in the grin
helpless
down by the river
on a sea of confusion
happy trails
where the snail begins
i seen love make a fool of man
my love still shines

b-l-t and coffee
2 cups
so far
it's late
after 4 pm.
been on the floor
could not get
through the door
although i
did make an early run
along the catoctin's
mini mountain majesty
in the land where
francis scott key used
to play that old "o say
can't ya see?"