Come La Luz

Come la luz
they called it

Eat the light

- Franz Wisner in his book Honeymoon with My Brother (Kurt's the brother) talks about Venezuelan drivers running the red lights.

 


For those who bottle light, paint with light, write the light, I thank you for your communications and inspirations.

Wishing us all another New Year ... there are many, depending on the day.

Photo: Lompoc Luz Lura Astor

Venutian Tides

Venus in the morning sky
as big as a car headlight.

Clouds give meaning to the word scuttling, winds move them at a pace
as fast as clicking crabs at tideline
in mating season, scuttling sideways
amid phosphorescing sands.

Seagulls' sunrise squeal,
last night's basso-vibrato -
frogs appearing after the rains.

You put it in a vial
see, hear, smell what becomes in the sillage of your imagination.

Send some in a bottle to me and yours.

photo: Lavendar Sky Sunrise lastor

Incense Peppermint

Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind
Dead kings, many things I can't define
Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of time

Who cares what games we choose
Little to win, but nothing to lose

Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns
Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around
Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah
Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah, no

To divide this cockeyed world in two
Throw your pride to one side, it's the least you can do
Beatniks and politics, nothing is new
A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view
Who cares what games we choose
Little to win, but nothing to lose

Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind
Dead kings, many things I can't define
Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of time Who cares what games we choose

Little to win, but nothing to lose
Incense and peppermints Incense and peppermints

Sha la la Sha la la Sha la la

- Strawberry Alarm Clock
songwriters: John Carter, Tim Gilbert
photo: lastor

Longest Night

Can you smell
the fiber
of
your soul?




photo: lastor