Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

spaghetti with pesto without garlic
-the perfect midday meal when I don´t have nothing to eat
and I don´t want a sandwich-
albahaca smell is my fingers
I saw Larredondo before the King and Queen
but that´s no important

unveiled
halva revealed
is that parsley in my teeth
or an oregon pine
freshly cut and ready for sleighrides

summers gone
winter comes with sweatshirts and scarves
dogs wag tails
searching for fresh kibbutz cooking

it's 19:47 - a very good hour
for letting the day sink in
turning on the music of evenin

Truth cannot be veiled
from a summer.

The sun is a woman.
Her heat can burn,
her heart can turn
your eyes to shade.

Truth cannot be veiled
by scarves or faded
memory.

The sun is a lady, revealed.
Worship her but protect
your skin.

There is danger
in her gaze.

hippies look good in the box (coffin)
so do fair-weather walkers
I got to get a rain coat
cause
pneumonia is an old man's friend

11:45
breakfast
count chocula with garlic

grocery store checker hates my guts
do I smell funny
i just had a shower
maybe it is that cheap deoderant soap
i will not let her infect me with her anger

little sister calls while I am thinking of my interlude at the Handy Andy

Her little girl voice in a woman of fifty one
she asked me earlier if I would go with her
a day to see the doctor
the pain in her belly
cancer riddled family
now she says don't bother
I don't know
she may call back six times in the next forty minutes
each with a different decision
I love her so
all those years when she would read my poetry and cry

sisters I pity the man with out at least one

medea had a solution for siblings
medusa had a solution for enemies
medium rare is the answer for some


i take my rice crackers
holistically
with a pinch of ohm

children
are ageless
creatures,
their features
soft, timeless,
the earth is a
mother, creating
siblings with
spring water
and a magic
wish.

i remain
an ageless
waif, awaiting
her nurture,
but she is old
and her teats
are dry.

my sisters
and brothers
have raped her.

she is drunk
on pollution.

snakes on everything
that hiss when yer out
in the tumbleweeds
findin' good medusa
fall down on yer knees
wriggle wriggle, please
o will ya please, yeah I'm
beggin' ya hissin' goddess
take pity on poor ol wired mc............

putrid strawberries are a sad scene
buy maybe we can forget them
talking in the afternoon
about multiculturalism, sickness, identity and euphoria.
(hey... let me introduce you to my agressive partday)

if you were http://www.sorryeverybody.com
and i was http://www.apologiesaccepted.com
we'd still be alright

strawberries for all
yang over yin
then back again

like ziggy says lets get
down with a "conscious
party".....one thought clears,
devours all those that
would stare, the ones
who dare to ask all them
why's, the ones who might
as well sit back and cry.........................

medusa dares
the breath of an
anxious male.

he fails
to recognize
her snake-eye
gamble,
falls every time
into a mangled
mane, confusing
love with a passion-hiss
exhaled foul from
lips which lie.

eve was not fooled.
she knew the wiles
of the asp, then clasp
them to her breast,
until they grew
out of her head.

1 thought
newspeak
All thought

If white is the colour of my true love's light
then let's think white

If black is the colour of my true love's hair
then let's think black

One thought, all thought
let's leave thought behind
and party with our mind

those beetle bugs were right
when they said strawberry fields forever"
let the music make ya swim
let the real life adventure cure
the feelings comin' from within.............