Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Hell Yeah, Mongolia !
that's the ticket right there
grabbing them words right out the pile
go coo ! go knowing !
go from 3.2 on the Richter scale
to 7.5 !
scold your sweater !
camp unimpeded where you may !
give everything an absurd hug !
my recall is becoming hilarious
go swanky with your rub !

so love you all- peace

Hey jam, your supposed to be sticky, get back up to to the top now!

WIREMAN wrote:Hey jam, your supposed to be sticky, get back up to to the top now!

Ha ! Done !
Invite overflow !
pocket the eye
justify the ossified
giants defiant coaxing voices
from the railroaded earth !
sanctified trains
large wicked toys
stingy ghosts riding
singing over low birds
overheard flicking their feathers

I slept through the formalities,
awoke to the realities,
feeling rather ill.

I can't describe this malady
but it's an actuality,
wish I had a 4-year sleeping pill.

if it stinks wear a mask
but toss it in the bin

if it hurts, get protection
then find the source

together we can remember who we are, not give in to blind hatred, mass scapegoatery, or other incidental atrocities. We need to be strong, to come out unscathed, or if scathed, the better for it.

together's better than alone

The amazing rock we ride for a moment,
a cosmic bicycle beaten down by the miles,
but man it holds together, full of sun, rain,
all doomgloombright and beaten down and
refreshed and aglow, ready for another run..

off the cuff
in a huff
brushed & burned
a bird in a cling to a branch
I certainly don't have the nerve for that
and I don't wear gloves for love
or merge with nuns
who show their pockets full of nuts
the earth is fussing
as I go gunning
for that hum everybody's sayin' they've heard
I think it's just a sum
either way I want a third
and I hear we have new germs
jumping junk to which
our lungs must adapt
jam on dream babies

2:30am
nothing to hear
but a heartbeat,
nothing to know
but the moment

Moment to moment
The tick-tock
The beat felt
No wasted moments
Only the stillness
of the night

checking the alignment
on the newborns
reading them passages from Junky
reading them passages from On the Road
reading them passages from all the gone birds

all eyes on what's app
instant news
safety and love

well I'm obliviated, at least for tonight. I'll check the lot at next sunup for signals...

judih, wishing you safety and love.

wishes from mnaz
roomful of warmth
heart expansion

rolled the duckpin balls
last eve with bag and line
protruding through the skin
hidden under clothing, no one
the wiser, and it was good medicine
to be welcomed back and to laugh
and joke, and knock down
little wooden men with red stripes
around their neck, wham !
see them fly, see them scatter
all ten sometimes, each with
a personal story I made up,
die cancerous facsimiles
fall into the gutter, get swept away
by the mechanical plywood sweeper
fall into the pit and stay there
til my next turn