Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

He had a white legged goose
in the over-sized coat pocket,
dangling there by the neck strings
and he walked through the park,

up the middle lane
making his shadow stretch out tall,
looming.

Then the goose squawked,
it sounded all awkwardly
and strangled.

How did we meet
and tell me your name.
I want to know it
and your birthday, too.
Tell me your dog's birthday also
and where he has some fun.

Maybe I do want to have fun like he does.
I get so tired of my old things.

he has fun in the woods -
he likes to ride around i the back of a Cherokee too
and ...
he likes to eat

I want to bring him to the next spring by the river.
Do you think it'll be his birthday then?

Jane's Crow

She was letting the bird loose
like a shadow moving up the wall
and it was carrying pinstripe in it's beak.

Nothing else moved,
but her heart was ninny feet tall.

It was like the folds
of a closed up daffodil
in the Spree of May.

Her dress across the bedroom,
the child curl and the floor.

Twas the button of her winter
and the rail of her thigh.
Thunder, thunder
Lucy Lime.

There were long blue fish
on the river bottom
and her hair used
to net each one.

No matter how long the stay at the water,
one day he might walk in on them all.

'We have water or we have mint tea."
Something was left unsaid on her lips,
but he had mint tea instead.

Sally was curled up two times
in a long winter coat
and she wore Badger's fine slippers.

All who knew
could tell she had been out there awhile.

Do you think I'm just reacting?
ha ha

This in elsewhere, but I still wanted to tell you about it.

I found it very interesting actually.
First there is the leader monkey and he has his army. So when there is anything not liked, say just some random girl such as I, though I don't know how it happened, but the neat way they perform their tasks! You should see how it's done. It's precise, effective and clean.

The monkey plays confused and harmless and concerned. The 'what happened?'
The, 'Oh, let me explain, it wasn't like that at all, I meant...'
Then in follows the army, suited.

There's a whole system to it. One posts to act as if I'm ant, the next considers me the intruder and lastly the last will hold up before me a list of crimes. The list is quickly removed, burned and then they continue in a clean conversation, the as if nothing nothing.
Then the final 'Everybody is welcome here!'
It was pretty exclusive.

Exclusive or inclusive or not you must admit the whole thing is quite the raisin bran & maybe there is a saxophonist in the monkey band. Incoming traffic at the crossroads is one thing. Outgoing traffic is another. But maybe you aren't talking velocites & destinations. Arcs of intersecting circles define themselves not only by the space enclosed but also by the space excluded so that forms emerge on either side of the border. Look, a math lesson! Suppose it is that easy, then, as if what you were seeing was like listening to music, the kiss comes to the vertebra, verifying touch - a realm of ecstatic proportions. High heels are a box forgotten & placed on a shelf in the corner long ago. The box is undecorated. No one knows what's there or what might be inside it. Walt Disney might know but can't tell us because he is dead these days. The living have their eyes snared in the crosshairs of conflicting lusts.
Schemes come and go without end. How long the batteries will last no one knows. We are all on Mars and we all are looking. The heart cherishes its trajectories.

ZZ Top had it right - gimme all your lovin' - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmPrOqkx0Qs

i know that you know that i know - you saw that comin', right? Sweet yas sweet!

I would like very much for a saxophone player to be in attendance, also am influenced by the piano, too and Oh! oh! I want a harmonica to play in the center troduction! The tro with harmonica! I want, I want!

When I lay to sleep at night
it's dark
it's dark
on the other side of the room

and my sister,
sleeping sister
has not moved.