Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Nice writing sasha
Mid forties here in Frederiick
Luge here on tv at jojo's
6:51 Friday nite
Talkin to a friend who
just came back to Frederiick
Funny how after time they seem to return
It's a small town but just big enough

boomerang village
the harder you throw
the faster you're back

Inevitable return
Cozy lil town
Funky downtown
History @ the crossroads
You don't even have
to get down on your knees

Snowy river should be
Muddy Monocacy flows
to the Potomac
down Dickerson waze
Warm today, but lotsa
time left in winter
Little donut holes
Empty coffee cup
Still the river flows
Over the horizon
Down by the railroad tracks
where the white tailed
deer roam

Laughing it all away - Joni sang
Too much choice she said
Bar and grill - lessons in survival - I loved her words and music.
Getting out- the Electric current is strategical
Decided to keep me alive

Birds fly
I cry

The voices say”Bitch finally got it”

The women I watch to see how they do it
Pale as years go by
I love the hats and earrings
The words sometimes fall off the surface
Of the moon like faces
In a pool of water reflecting historical hues
Tenderness from days gone by
Nestle in my wrinkled face

Laughing it all away - Joni sang
Too much choice she said
Bar and grill - lessons in survival - I loved her words and music.
Getting out- the Electric current is strategical
Decided to keep me alive

Birds fly
I cry

The voices say”Bitch finally got it”

The women I watch to see how they do it
Pale as years go by
I love the hats and earrings
The words sometimes fall off the surface
Of the moon like faces
In a pool of water reflecting historical hues
Tenderness from days gone by
Nestle in my wrinkled face

Laughing it all away - Joni sang
Too much choice she said
Bar and grill - lessons in survival - I loved her words and music.
Getting out- the Electric current is strategical
Decided to keep me alive

Birds fly
I cry

The voices say”Bitch finally got it”

The women I watch to see how they do it
Pale as years go by
I love the hats and earrings
The words sometimes fall off the surface
Of the moon like faces
In a pool of water reflecting historical hues
Tenderness from days gone by
Nestle in my wrinkled face

Feathers fall around you
& show you the way to go home (Neil Young)

Nothin changed
Everything changed
Forgotten dreams
Kapoof!!!

Jamma.....jamma...
Tuesday late night
Hey saw
And mingo
Glad to see u judih. & creative soul
U too Sasha
YouTube tonight
Petra in Jordan
Amazing city carved outta sandstone

I was a free man in Ilwaco WA
I had a ticket to float
I had a california commercial fishing license
set sail out of Morro Bay CA
peak experience
any time I am on the water

this jamming is also peak for me. On that Maslow maslow peak experience self activation chart
a nirvana this is it kind of experience

got a tin ear I hardly hear the music
so just let my fingers go
type with my spinal cord
dont think much let 'it go
St Jack could write he k/new the rules the English language
knew them so well he could make new rules
me I am all just run ons and random commas and stuff like that
did someone say syntax, I heard about that
but can't remember what it is

as for me I just get stoned and scribble

judih wrote

boomerang village
the harder you throw
the faster you're back

I wish I could write like that


the harder I jam
the faster I return
to who i am

Boomerang village

Gumbo comes, "Tasty!"

Another month is biting
the dust
This isn't Kansas anymore auntie m
Dust in the wind
Blown about like a ping-pong ball
in the rapids
Floating down the Ganges
to Varanasi the final resting place

whens the winds blow in god's country
semitrucks get blown around like ping pong balls

I was at the end of my rope when I came to the end of the road
that was about the time I stumbled onto litkicks
gotdam, I thought this is like being on the road again
voices in the night, passing ships


I belong here like a pearl onion on a banana split


Jack could hear the music, I mean he really really heard the music
I used to fake it cause I never really hear music
some kind autism
disconnect a peculiarity of my neural physiology
when you jam
I can hear the music in the words
weird
but true

wrap this up now
jam is the road
hammer hammer

I been listening to the Dharma Bums again
I guess I been dreaming of Jack too
listening to the audio book in my sleep

land of the dark
where time's no issue
movement sublime