Tuesday, September 30, 2014

2.1246 : 9/30/08 : Long March of the Early Riser

Early riser far ahead of dawn
His long march his unfortunate
slide back a day, two gone
his broken pledge his selfish debt
I’ll grant you an hour more
pushed back among the quiet hours
to dream of oceans dream of forests
dream of chasms dream of towers
someone may come look at this
I’m sorry for my horrid scrawl
I’m sorry for the world we made
I’m sorry, sorry for it all
but I’ve got plans and must
away I still plan to surprise her
by stepping up one special day
so hey the long march
of the early riser


Monday, September 29, 2014

2.1245 : 9/29/08 : Write the Poison

3,436 : 9 ?

Are you going to try to write
the poison out of you
better write in blood
with all the rot you drank
well everything is
just as clear as mud
I’ve got no cleverness
no fast talk that will
make this any cleaner
just to sleep sooner not later
be bigger not a hater
kinder not meaner


2.1244 : 9/28/08 : Fine a Point

And not to put
too fine a point on it
the whole plan went to shit
but I persisted, somehow


Saturday, September 27, 2014

2.1243 : 9/27/08 : Recollect the Tunes

I recollect the tunes of youth
Black Dog reveals
I’m long in the tooth
reliving childhood days
childish talk
of childish ways
the heavy and the metal speed
these things defined
a kind of need
I’m not about to
write me off
for every lie
or dullard’s cough
the country rock
to classics of
the sixties psychedelic rug
pulled out from under
eighteen years
eighteen wheels
truckload of fears


2.1242 : 9/26/08 : Sigils

So sick of the
spells and sigils
the same old riddles
am I simply
the inevitable
that glass is empty
no, no hint of full
but it seems to be a habit
I just cannot drop
well at least mostly
I can stop


2.1241 : 9/25/08 : Mission

A walking curdled stomach
filled with fear and suspicion
I cannot bring myself to
give a shit about the mission
like I even know what that might be
the nothing that you ever gave to me
nothing at all will change
there’ll be some words, recrimination
some other night again
I’ll be stuck with this same sensation
I don’t really need to control everything
but the barbs of uncertainty sting
do I surrender let it be what
it is or do I balk
what’s the use of staying up
for a useless talk
postpone deciding a little while
nobody wins but that’s my style


Wednesday, September 24, 2014

2.1240 : 9/24/08 : Advance Strike

Nobody but the man
is making any advance strike
You sorry revolutionary
pedaling your bike
it all seems like good fun
until someone’s head gets cracked
it might as well be straight physics
the inertia of the way the odds are stacked
I want so bad to have a new solution
some way that’s not doomed before it starts
but long as we keep acting without thinking
blindly following our hearts
and the majority’s complacent
and power favors wicked vice
there’ll be no action from this vanguard
and we’ll all pay the same old price


Tuesday, September 23, 2014

2.1239 : 9/23/08 : Span

I think my expectations
are all out of proportion
of what a day can render
of Caesar’s dear portion
In a day just a day
Such an arbitrary span
the happenstance of revolution
overshadows every plan
I’m feeling hard done by
and it’s all my own fault
but I don’t see you had to
compound injury with insult


Monday, September 22, 2014

2.1238 : 9/22/08 : Ball

3,428 : 1 ?

Run around it
worry at it
cannot get my
teeth around the ball
and who could deny
that all we say
and write
and sing
might not mean anything
at all
if life’s just
for the sake of living
every day
no more no less
I might as well
act satisfied
I might surprise
by saying yes


Sunday, September 21, 2014

2.1237 : 9/21/08 : Waiting Game

It's a waiting game
No matter how you roll
we’re all waiting
for that bell to toll
We're all hungry
We're all insane
thinking of the potential
on that membrane
So I'll hear my sounds
I'll do my mantra
you can almost
hear it can't ya
double space final fold
I better ditch it before it gets old