Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

read, listen to the poets
& thanks the experience
peace to you, wireman!

seems like you wait,
the very last minute....

I send you a text
it's a question that requires an answer

'bout getting together later,
so it's important

you respond in a timely fashion
but, no reply, comes like an old Beatles song

Then I know you are searching
the internet

getting the buzz of possibility
'cause you sure as hell wouldn't want to miss out

on a, to-die-for event, by saying, Yes
you'd like to see me

I understand....
I'm not on the top of any of your lists

i'm gonna throw
the turkey carcass
in the river
time moves on
all my poems
are in my head
to turn them into words
would be to subject them
to utter corruption

jojo's @ noon
sour beer
football pregame
john mellencamp
x cougar
i see an umbrella walk in
customers lost on stairs
hall & oates...." u make my dreams come true..."
in dreams
lovin' 'em

reading GO
beat novel by
John c. Holmes
42% done
interesting tale
jack, neal, allen
all in ny, early 50's
weekend over
hurting less
always amazes me
job hard on an old man
susie's memorial service
friday in king george, va.
fast weekend

rain, rain, more rain
tonight
tomorrow
definitely a pain
hands wet
drawings soaked
it'd sure be nice
to just skip the
next 4 months
but who can
rain aint it grand

rain is right
early december
rain all yesterday
rain all night
dog woke last night
for who knows what reason
begins howling & don't stop
i'm thinking maybe
he's right

rain relaxation
chores like wash
trash
rain soaked today
wet dogz
6
hours enough trabajo

susies memorial service friday
no more pain
no more suffering

the night quiet
a bump here and there
heats humming

finished GO
kindasummed up the beat
ny experience
late 40's
onto someting new
all hail mongolia!!!

health and hope
one helps the other
or a call for delusion
when all else fails

yowlz
and howlz
pratfalls
niagra
stooges with googles
fans and nothin
but plans plans plans
tem taters - debaters
over inflaters
hurt is the night
tomorrow the dawn
peace is
et cum spiritu
bonafied
give me mongolia
give me steppes n horses
warm tents and warmer women

arthritic knees
slow the ride
but not the desire
push thru the pain
dig deep for the life
first friday in hamilton
letitia vansant
sweetest voice and guitar
my neighbor as well
grab some thai food first
byob
head up to the new luthier's joint
four bands for free
that's the best an old timer can get
the golden age of community
the new blood and the old
united in song, no gap
in the appreciation

back to where
it all began
~~~~~~~~~~~
endless boogie
i remember running
up a hill
like i was a
roman soldier
in another life
back when cuba
was a missle crisis
a time when back yards
were labyrinths
of mystery
dogs didnt bite
they came to lick ya
pickles in a barrel
fresh in the grocery store
cows were grazing on
the border of s.e. d.c.
and little fish swam in
the creek, a time when
you sat on the hill
counting out of state
license plates
imagine it in all its majesty
its simplicity
on the edge of nevermore

jammin
noise like a
party
below
bass boomin
on my back
writin
overseein
the past
holding down
the stone
big n heavy
risin off the ground
yeah everythings
turned
upside/down
jammin
never slammin
or closin doors
viva mongolia!

nights so black
- december -
2 in the morning
got some jazz on
mostly saxophone
december makes me realize
how many subtle variations there is
in the color grey

alternative xmas tree up
made from PVC pipe spray painted green
little purple LED lights
and a star that changes colors every few seconds
my daughter and I made few years back
branches bolted to stalks
like the Eiffel tower
three quarter inch plywood base
also painted green, sits
on an old steamer trunk, nearly
touches the ceiling....the wood stove
makes it all seem natural
no fire hazard, glowing mauve
reflections on the wall, hot toddy
in hand, Ahmad Jamel on the box
tickling the ivory and ebony of my heart
saw him at the Cellar Door in DC
on my 28th birthday, not all Muslims
are dangerous, that only happens
on Fox News, Christmas is a state of mind
the warm glow of friends and family, music
we all know we should feel this way more often
but are too tired chasing the buck, so we
only do it once a year, and I ain't religious
but I'm very spiritual, I'm a loving heathen
not opposed to folks celebrating anyway they want
I like plastic pipe and purple, jazz instead of jingle bells
I like sipping bourbon and staring at the wall
I like inhaling Blue Dreams, wondering
what peace looks like