Tapestry Cooks poem
Saturday, April 24th, 2010The rhythm I need I find @Tapestry. 2010 show now. With Tapestry, I eat rhythm. Meat and potatos, sweet and sour, jelly roll and dilly bar, hum a little, slide a lot, takes away the casserole and brings on the whole enchilada. My cells devour Tapestry rhythm. My rhythm dishes it out, slurps it in. My brain catches and matches signal for signal every slap skat splat. OK my body, well fed, well read, are you trained to take on the slopes when you go out that door?
