Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

doric the exploric
gets her wet with deionicized water
till aphrodite columns
flower in egyptian lotus blossoms by the library in alexandria
where philo and saul-paul
discuss the wisdom of those called out
who meet beneath corinthian headstones

the magic of language
playing tricks
Jesus never weeped for me
nor me for him

anti-age creams & lepers
walk the sunny side
if you want

antidisestablishmentarianist leapers
jumping jehosaphat

money in mi pocket
just can't find no love
wire wire wire
music trickling
wire wire wire
mac in shop
nothing saveable
did not heed the warnings
what will be, will be
never did dig doris and her
daisies
kim novak now...yes
jam on me!!!!!!!

jam on wireman jam on
seventy years old and I am homeless again
I could use some of Kim's bell book and candle NOW

I know it's there I can feel it everyday wearing away at what remains...and yet it remains unseen...what mystery is held within...secretly killing itself...slowly it arises ...then breaks off...divided into it's unknown number of parts....then into the ether ...the black hole of the subconscious....never to be seen again.......thus I am...

it is right under my feet

I

make a leap

because I would rather
have the void for my purpose
than be void of purpose

Oh yes I am fully conscious of my reasons
I know exactly what I am thinking
and what my subconscious motives are

I am a fool
drifting rudderless on the inner darkness
of that ocean within me.

So I keep on jammin
jam the hell out of it
because
Freud died for my sins
And Buddha wept
and Jesus was crucified on a cross of syntax with nine inch words

reclining buddha
earlobes danglin'
listening to the
nevermore
listening to the
train horn moan
on a foggy nite
in southwest baltimore
where the sloths
hang in the blue light
gliding ever so slowly
down piss alley way
jam on me ST
jam on me art guy

If you see a Buddha on the road kill him.

if
there was
a road
a future
or a past
you never going to meet Buddha

Now I know what that all means
If you meet Jesus on the road
run like hell

Jesus and Buddha are neighbors next door
in Middletown, Connecticut and more;
afternoon teas are their constant affair
till supper comes with bread and wine to share.
Pity their pious who suffer without
because they face the other's meal with doubt.
Jesus and Buddha are living in sin:
they can't deny the homes they're living in.

big sad apes
nothing more than that
good monkey
bad monkey
only amoeba's without sin
in their immaculate conceptions


I got a friend
a preacher
a poet
he was born for the word

word jammin
born to jamnin

stackin' squares
pic by judih
powerful
me belly full
just back from
that cuban place
show continues in mi studio
me and will
pics when my laptop comes back
jammin' all morning
notebook in pocket
soakin' in the love
spreadin'
but not to thin
like jelly
like butter
most definitely like JAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

like bob marley