Wednesday, April 26, 2017

2.1819 : 4/26/10 : Any More

What exactly are you looking for?
I don't really know why
I ask that any more
it's obvious not a thing makes sense
and expecting reasons
makes me sound so dense
I don't eve have a right to complain
still it's real trouble
and real pain
and if I stop looking for
things to signify
I guess I'll just push on
until the day I die

what

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

2.1818 : 4/25/10 : The Corpse

No rush to destroy
the house though it is dead
and flesh is falling off the bone
while we go on living in the head
the eyes are windows now
where lips were is a gate
no tongue lies ready
anymore
this is the corpse's grim estate
I pray that it goes slow enough
I pray we can hold on
though its fate waits
for all of us
and finds us all no matter how far gone
the corpse is the reminder
the corpse is the retreat
this gross estate we fester in
the fate of all dead meat

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Monday, April 24, 2017

2.1817 : 4/24/10 : The Question (Ten Years On)

Ten years on
the question comes
long after the answer is forgotten and gone
the bottle broken
the ammunition damp
the vestiges gone off
on some great Cosmic tramp
pretend that it's a riddle
and not just some damn mess
a pig's still a pig
If you put it in a dress
Still it's neat to have the question
something tough to chew
while I wait and wait
and wait
to be told what to do

what

Sunday, April 23, 2017

2.1816 : 4/23/10 : Nice Planet

Well it seems like a nice planet
still despite all the stuff
these days
that temperature thing
all the concrete everywhere
so many of us
and the theory that crime pays
fast as we're cooking
it goes so slowly
we'll all be dead
and hardly even see
our crazy extent
I try to stay positive
despite it all imagine
some solution state
all of us
under the big tent

what

Saturday, April 22, 2017

2.1815 : 4/22/10 : Expecting Death

Expecting death
is not pessimism
and in that simple horror tale
is the root of the death of -ism
and yet to dwell on it
is to poison what is sweet
in life and little as there is
it's a shame to waste the tender meat
Expecting ends
ages, civilizations
deaths of economies
and media and occupations
the only solution
that I've ever found
is to be here now
feet on ordinary ground

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Friday, April 21, 2017

2.1814 : 4/21/10 : Box

Maybe the box has gotten too small
no more experience to mine at all
the worm turns and chomps its tale
I try to look up and out but I fail
I tell myself not to get angry but I do
I'd happily blame the whole thing on you
bitter protests from inside the box so small and plain
So I'm shallow and a whiner but it's a real pain
And it's catch 22 to be in it
I want to escape but can't find the resources to begin it
nothing to write about nothing to sing
nothing to build on don't have anything
that's so untrue but the box steals my breath
and it's so hard in here not to dwell on death

what

Thursday, April 20, 2017

2.1813 : 4/20/10 : Needle

There's only one needle: it's a diamond tip
There's only one vein: rests in a vinyl grip
heard about your junkies
and the hypoderm
there's no spot in my lexicon
for such a term
There's only one needle: it's a diamond tip
There's only one vein: rests in a vinyl grip
drop it every hour, always throwing
the tech is obsolete but it just keeps going
There's only one needle: it's a diamond tip
There's only one vein: rests in a vinyl grip
a vinyl valley, an exquisite groove
been around so long there's nothing left to prove
Just the only needle, the diamond tip
resting so delicious in its vinyl grip

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