Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

heats on
heaters off
67 degrees
today
heading for that
train
where's that horn?
lonesome sound
in the distance

woke up
into a dog fart
this morning
icicles on a budded twig
that's the time of year it is
my mind makes
a crossroads of itself
drinking first coffee
grey sky
pink & orange where
the sun is
crow on the top
of a hemlock tree
way across the field

dont stick a fork in me
im alive
perpetual
jammin or chattin
did i spell that right?
now im
after a day in the
construction wars
all the bullshit
some of these
form people
lay down
is hilarious
poets my ass
more laughter
i always think about
trumpeter ron ray in
b'more at poetry shows
he'd just say "fuckin poets!"....and laugh

serendipitous I should drop in here
just at this moment
just in this mood
and read your jam -
sometimes it's all too much
or too little with poets
sometimes I can't even stand myself
when I do it -
when it comes down to it anymore
I just wanna stick with the short-form
no slick word dances
no cleverness
no drum rolls
no on the one hand and then on the other hand horse puckey
or maybe I'm just gettin' old
and don't have the two shits
to give anymore
just want to get a bike rigged out
for 'ku hunting and let
the roads
and the trails
lead me where
they may

in movement
we are alive
this i sincerely
believe

you on a roll with that

nomads
herders
movers
only shakers
when playing
percussion
then earthquaking
in motion
alive....alive...000000hhhh
even on the 7 seas
sailing....sailing...over the waves
or walking along the shore
some of my best daze
spent shell hunting
driftwood gathering
moving with natural motion
we have within our
physical being
someday i just wanna
head outta here and
hit the appalachian trail for
daze and daze and daze

got the evening star
rising northeast of the longhouse
overhead is some bright star
i don't know the name of
friday the 13th -
i think the wind
is coming on out there

easy to say 14th
a slip over a rumour
good/bad - it's all luck

so its pi day
and st pats
weekend
all rolled into one
these daze
everybody lookin
for an excuse
to party
or maybe its just
cause i live
in town
where everybodies
lookin for an excuse
to get drunk

jammin
an official jam
comin 3/20
doreen says no chat
rule #1
yet jam has no rules
so take that
howu will
we been jammin long time
me u judih
in the past ST
wha appen to him?
urhere when urhere...(anu of us)
correct spelling optional
thing is ur cool
jus keep it
short
sweet
repleat
it aint rosy posey
its more
like
bitterend
in it for
da long haul
all about
having a ball:)

jammin
sticky
chili time
snow melting
chili hot!
coolin down
town lackluster
cloudy day
rain moved thru
reading chomsky
reading han shan
reading doreen poem
now im scratching

yeah, aint nothin better than the last shot fired

... was gonna thank ya for your response on AT
but when i went to post it
got notified my posts have to be approved -

I ain't a clue why -

done - like the action level over there
but somebody being a psycho bitch -

mind games
im being moderated too
looks like an exodus
has begun

fried rind forgets its squeeal


I move the sofa
but it's in the sofa

I forget how to do this
to cut loose and do this
is it the script or is it the script?
Rx for mediocrity we hit return
to soon

she digs under the sofa
but it's in the sofa
waiting for us to sleep

money in the
cushions
reaping
sowing
flowing
jamming
from inner
1st thought
power
best thoughts
reign
rain on the plain
pie on the plane
but that was
yesterday
love was such an
easy game to play
think i'll hide under
the couch