Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

St. Jack supreme
In dreams
Tristessa like a dream
Dharma Bums up on the
mountain Hozomeen looming too
1st Kerouac book I ever read.....1973 Palo Alto California

Land dark
No issue
Movement
Escape
Thrilling
Lionel trilling
Columbia
All ties in
Rin-tin-tin
Break on through
Other sides
Let it ride
Wild side take a walk
6:04 pm. Cafe Nola

cat gone crazy
running round the room
I think: how much longer
I got hump this shit, Dr. Sax?
gonna take a tip from Han Shan
start calling myself "Tug Hill"
and go back to
writing poems on rocks & trees

the mingo wrote: January 27th, 2018, 7:21 am cat gone crazy
running round the room
I think: how much longer
I got hump this shit, Dr. Sax?
gonna take a tip from Han Shan
start calling myself "Tug Hill"
and go back to
writing poems on rocks & trees

 
   

Crying cat
All night & day
Fat cat wants feeding
Kerouac loved cats
Han Shan had his tigers
I'm sure Jack had mom
Clean the box

Alone on a mountain
Mists parting in the breeze
2nd cuppa joe

Crossroads of history
Troops marched back & forth
Old Frederick town
Held up for ransom

Sunny day warm
Mucho traffic on Patrick St.
Brunch coming as I write

did a virtual drive-by of jojo's
view blocked by a beer truck
but looks like a nice neighborhood
like parts of brattleboro vt
or ann arbor mi
nice town
(for a town - still a country boy at heart)
.
wherefor art thou,
beekay
saw
leaf
been a while
since your bylines
graced these pages
hope you're just on hiatus
taking a break
from the scene

Funky little town
Kind where everyone
knows what's the 411
Literally, got a local paper
And if that don't do
FB takes up the slack

Yeah where is old mr. saw
Miss his positive vibe

beekay okay
saw, what's up?
that flu bug is a dastardly trend
hope we're all well

who's this?
where's that?
what's up that damn beer truck, Wireman?
not yet dawn here
no flu goo for me
since moving here
don't jingle the mingle too much
and the only thing I catch
on my walks in the woods
& bike rides along the backroads
is surprise
and awe
don't any none of you
go pulling no Lew Welch's

wireman my homeboy
lives there a man
so soul dead
my home sweet home
I hardly ever lie in my dreams
of walking the heart broken streets of Mobtown

who is I
where is my home
I got da' homesick meta—fiscal-blues again

I been a lifer all my life
everyday I get up and kiss the net

I cant imagine that s my problem™—The Believer , Bob Carpenter

if I ever do it, it will be death by sailboat
oh yes like Joshua Slocum sailing off into the sunrise
I am you am we are
in it for the long haul
shrugging off the St Jack's forlorn rags
forever young
Can u imagine the life beyond studio eight
hammer hammer

Discomboberated
Drive by beer truck
Jojo's on the fly
Walked by that truck
on my way in
Drizzling this am.
Deciding what to have for brunch
Can't make up my mind
Thievery Corporation on tunes
Nice for b'fast music
Minds just not clicking
Saw Dunkirk last night
A wartime roller coaster ride of a movie
Time for brunch

black ice
Yak-Trax at home
'cause the dirt roads
well-sanded
and the paved roads
dry...
...mostly...
lost in thought
mental calculations
(kinetic energy)
not heeding my steps
not seeing
the black ice
suddenly
I'm on my back
my head hits the pavement
stunned
think I'll lie here for a bit
assessing the damage
reports trickle in:
arms and legs -
still working
head -
not bleeding
cushioned by thick fur collar
shoulders & back -
a little sore
overall coulda been worse
but I think I'll wait til I'm home
to finish those calculations

Damn the fall
Hope all is well
when sorted out

Night falls
Cars roll by outside
Cat starts crying

Scary, the ice.
Sneaks up on you.
Careful behind the wheel,
but lose track of it on foot.
Hopefully all systems go...

Not sure why I listen to so much '80s LA punk lately.
Oh yeah, Sis dropped off her CDs before she dashed
off to live in the Land of Enchantment.
I remember all those bands well...

18 heels on black ice will keep you puckered up on your seat cushion
2 wheels on black would scare the dog shit out of me

listen to a lot of texas music
love those texican folk songs

careless reader, I thought you were on a bike.

I think you said winter is unifying

black ice on a mountain pass was one of the most unifying experiences I have ever had, a glimpse of nirvana, such a calmness sitting there with my hands on the wheel and my feet on the floor not even twitching a muscle watching the it all on my windshield. just cool on my stool, '

I wish I could get that center again as I become hysterical at work watching a computer with someones tax info crashing before my eyes.

oh well another . . .Go?
I guess so