Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

one thought
sync survival
yeah

between black
and white are
spectrum guesses
effected by
radiance and
desire.

every hue
is found
in an
accidental
fire.

spiders @tack mars
mooning blues over
avenues

recoils rattle that tattle snake hat
doffed under eyes
bruised seeing inklings of ink

spattering gutter shocks unhooked
hookahs

delivering widow thoughts
repentant adams ants

why do elephants waltz
why does music calm the savage heart
why do I see red demons when I close my eyes
three strawberies pays the winner
a yankee dollar
the future is not ours to see

why not a history of the future

solace speaks with a tethered tongue
each ladder a wringer
just steppes on a rung

I'm a headed for that Hookah cafe
and with me all my instruments will
have there way, brother Riyaz he's
sittin' there waitin' for me, and momma
will hit her new piano and be part of the
scene...talk about parties....we ain't even
started to jam............

I asked myself
why people bother
to talk to themselves.
I'm still waiting for an answer.

still life in monogroan
life still
accelerating chill

the talk is an interior obcession
it seems ..sometimes leading to dreams,
other times to the obscene....me I'll take the
beatific the terrific and make it reality...............

realities phantom stone garden
dipped a pond into the ripples
what ebbed floed
like the fjords on my thumb

I jammed a scat tune
on the ivories. A silent
wind heard, recorded
it in black and white,
sharp in my head,
a minor key

i played it back
and listened to me

with an accelerated
tempo. monk would
have been proud.

i owned a fjord once.
i liked my chevy better.

full tilt pinball zap
i like my exits clean
21:12 means kid msn time

brush softly
and dance those words shimmies

judih

bam boom....out go the lights?
how do ya keep feedin' a
poetry jam, well first off there
is no plan, it's kinda just a lay
it on the line and everything
will turn out fine, and that's
how ya feed a poetic jam......................

this is a word jam, man,
you can change the plan
any time you say....
if you don't have no mo'
poe-tree in ya today,
start a story if you want..
take a jaunt with a tale line...
or you tell yours
and i'll tell mine.

for now, though,
gotta lie down my head.
gonna think up some ideas
in my bed.

maybe i'll come back
write down my dreams...
word jams can be absurd jams
never are what they seem...

later, word jammers.
i gotta date with a nap.
i love the jammin'
i'll be back in a snap!

(well it might take longer than that
so while I'm gone.....
carry on!)