Wednesday, December 17, 2014

2.1324 : 12/17/08 : Original

I doubt I’ll ever think a thought
that’s not been thought before
at this point the version’s
probably at about two point four
not to speak of all the
prehistoric never written up
who knows what barely
articulated
philosophies they thought up
I could say nothing
if nothing I say is original
I doubt I can live up
as much as I give up
but I’ll try to keep it short pal

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Tuesday, December 16, 2014

2.1323 : 12/16/08 : Notebook & Pen

Everybody’s got a crush on
everybody else
Everybody’s posting lies
and playing with themselves
And oh boy,
it’s just like high school again
and me with my little
notebook and pen
everybody’s flirting
and passing notes
pretending they don’t care
how anybody votes
and I write it all down now
just like then
keep it secret with my
little notebook and pen
You have to make so much up
as you go along
sooner or later
Something real bad goes wrong
And I just close my eyes
and count to ten
and pick up my pen and
my notebook, again

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2.1322 : 12/15/08 : Estimate

at a rough estimate
I’m getting nowhere fast
I’m behind by any metric
and wow it’s a blast
I think I could just lighten up
and take it as it comes
and any other platitude
you throw me in my doldrums
sure I’ll start pumping iron
learn to speak French
I’ll shovel some more at you
if you can stand the stench
I estimate I’ll keep it up
at least a few more years
until I get some kind of call up
or the teacher appears

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2.1321 : 12/14/08 : Domino

So tired of how
the natural fall
of things
doesn’t seem to go my way
the domino
you know
or how the
pendulum swings
predictable, pedestrian
every day
it’s easy to blame
entropy
well who knows
the math is
impossible
and who can say
what’s
really improvement
when time’s river
is uncrossable

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2.1320 : 12/13/08 : Spoon

Once upon a time some guy
invented the spoon
now everybody takes it for granted
why bother discovering
a one man way to the moon
or conquer free energy single handed
who knows it was actually
probably a woman
and I am a sexist jerk
hell I didn’t mean it like that
and I’m only human
and really I’m just trying
to get out of work

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2.1319 : 12/12/08 : Essay

Thinking about the essay
about the song about the essay
about how the point
can get away
from you lost in
the self-reference
knowing I’ve been down
this road before
and another year’s sure
to bring more
and I’ll hack it all out
day to day
and talk about it all
in some essay

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2.1318 : 12/11/08 : Take That

Take that unexpected setback
Shout this is Songtown
and kick you in the cataract
lead my army
in another crazy charge
take that King Mammon
I’m living large
oh great I’ve hatched
another crazy plan
for about fifteen minutes
I’ll feel like the man
but I bet I’ll never be famous
not even that long
even so I hedged by bets
Well hey take that
you stupid song

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2.1317 : 12/10/08 : Week Out

Another week out
and maybe I should seek out
a more robust
motivation
effort on effort hey
keeping up’s not my forte
I badly need
some innovation
One time I had a plan
There was a goal a band
now maybe I’m just filling space
there are worse things I guess
least it’s a compact mess
and the toll doesn’t show on my face

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Tuesday, December 09, 2014

2.1316 : 12/9/08 : Czechoslovakian Thugocracy

3,506 : 35 ?



If you give me
three quarters of a million dollars
I will live in Prague
and take thirteen years
to finish my album
which I’ll mail to you
and for the money
I guess the description
may look vague
Well it’s a vale of tears
and my rule of thumb
is to work it till it’s blue

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2.1315 : 12/8/08 : One-Eyed Man

Now I’m the pirate in
the kingdom of the blind
my eyepatch says fate’s
chosen me
but fate she is not kind
Sometimes I feel there’ll never be
a real release again
someday that make believe ship
will come in, I’ll get off then
until then I guess I’ll
have to get used to being king
in the kingdom of the blind
it may sound fine
but here’s the thing
the world is still out there
looking down on me and mine
and me being king means nothing
to the trolls down the incline

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2.1314 : 12/7/08 : Convalescent

Such a little time afforded
to the convalescent
I could use a good rest cure
but I am just a peasant
I suppose I could resist more
leave the business piling
let the drifts come up to the door
scorn the weekly filing
but I carve my little niche out
for the moment for the moment
savor my small interval
Spent as the convalescent
I guess I’m thankful
I am basically sound in body
and the rest care in the alps
might be a little gaudy

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2.1313 : 12/6/08 : A Thing Done

I guess I didn’t
get a thing done
that weekend
after all
but listen to waves
of course the train fun
not for me and
I guess we had a ball


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Friday, December 05, 2014

2.1312 : 12/5/08 : Misery

Pitiful weakling
think of the poor widow’s son
lost at sea
how dare you call
your slight affliction
misery
say you’re a week behind
and more
Say that to those stuck
in the last century
you don’t yet know
the least touch
of misery
all will lose all
all come to the
same estate
it is the cause and end
of all misery
the wiping of the slate

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2.1311 : 12/4/08 : Fans

Someday maybe I’ll
have fans
not likely with all my
crazy plans
I wish I could stop thinking
about the cosmic long shots
wish I could hold out
until that old door
rots
what would I do even
make a buck or two
What would I ever do
without my little him
or you
Don’t make me find out
you’re the only fans
I want
And may I never
cheapen it
with any crazy stunt

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2.1310 : 12/3/08 : Rushing

Feel like rushing through
to get to what though
Whatever does it even matter
if it’s got flow
you put down rap and Cohen
I should be so lucky
there’s another thousand floors
beneath him in the tower
and if the center will not hold
where will I find the power
Isn’t it a lot like
every other thousand million times
holler if you think
these art transgressions should
be crimes
I’m rushing to a point
that’s arbitrary
as the day is long
call it the end of a song

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2.1309 : 12/2/08 : Disorder

Clean and clean and wash and wash and
you’ve got more than your head
buried in the sand
Surely you must recognize
this thing is a disorder
the same old tangled circular thoughts
ragged at the border
form the picking and the prodding
hoping for some new wrinkle
all the crazy learned behaviors
repeat till the groove’s instinctual
the disorder whispers that insanity
is daring to change
And I’d listen but I know I’m
in the spooks’ wireless range
and my tinfoil sombrero
is full of holes
where I tried to pick off
all the bugs and burning coals

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2.1308 : 12/1/08: The Point

Will the point be established
by the re-enumeration
will anyone be left
listening past the long vacation
done so many things
for so many wrong reasons
but hell with it I’m building my
bulkhead in its proper season
faced the fire, now it’s in me
burning for its only purpose
one more thing you’ll never fathom
if you only see the surface
I could call the point of turning
if the readiness is really all
now I’ll bring the fate winds with me
Past the golden gates of Fall

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2.1307 : 11/30/08 : Dreams

I suffer hope in dreams
proof that someone up there
believes in me
cybercasted pagan runes maybe
deceiving me
that seems likely
whatever I keep looking for
it is not where I’m looking
But what else now
what else here
whatever must appear
in the books I’m cooking
I don’t think much about
the alternatives
but I know what tomorrow’s got
So I will daydream
about my night dreams
Some technique that will
enable me
to gobble up the lot

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Saturday, November 29, 2014

2.1306 : 11/29/08 : Water Rocket

Under pressure
full of piss and hot air
I’m going to pop the plug
and fly down on you over there
the human water rocket
call it water to be polite
that’s not vinegar
and I am bringing you the fight
it’s a war of silliness
rube goldberg war machines
Would be a lot more fun
than all your modern counting beans

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2.1305 : 11/28/08 : The King’s Robe

Do I need to go back to
the blah blah blah
and is it true
that if I talked it out enough
I’d finally call
the devil’s bluff
recorded in the
book of Job
You can’t rely on
the king’s robe
for protection
from the worst
to prove a point
we’re freely cursed
wear it for the
photo opportunity
and if you care to
pretend you’ve got immunity
but don’t be surprised
when the messengers come
to tell the Lord tooketh away
in your zero sum
game

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2.1304 : 11/27/08 : Thankless

If the task seems thankless
if the path seems endless
if the object seems immovable
and the road seems friendless
I can’t offer optimism
promises of intervention
only to be there at crunch time
with my very best invention
Well you can’t eat thanks
or cover with them if you’re cold
even so it would be nice to have
a few to remember when you’re old
so maybe look up
from the awful spectacles
and remember to say thank you
to fate’s chosen receptacles

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2.1303 : 11/26/08 : Ordeal

Almost called it
an ordeal
could I get more
ridiculous
at least my record of
my clownish
pantomimes
meticulous
no war no
serious disease
no grief
knock on wood
if you please
I should be so thankful
how about that
guess I will be
just in time, cat

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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

2.1302 : 11/25/08 : Ping

Ping
anyone home
just one
functionally alone
no message
nothing
just acknowledging
the ping


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Monday, November 24, 2014

2.1301 : 11/24/08 : No Way Back

3,492 : 21 ?



Just generating filler now
just filling in the lines
uncaring about how it looks
between the clotted tines
unwilling to retrace the steps
but there is no way back
unless I drill down all the way
through that infernal stack
worse than a diary
more fractured than a log
it feels like some bad artery
disgusting with its fatty clog
and how should I reveal
a night like a thousand others
the nights that passed
like silent ships
this night and all
its brothers

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2.1300 : 11/23/08 : Second Strike

Whiff streaks past
second strike
try to imagine it
up at the mic
the deepest fears
anxieties
various ends of
various sobrieties
not what you’d think
well maybe you
maybe God
maybe me too
waiting for
another pitch
pretty sure this one’s
going to be a bitch


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2.1299 : 11/22/08 : Vice is Like a Job

Somedays even vice is like a job
and I am one predictable slob
trying to make sense of the senseless
before which I’m defenseless
bad intention carries the night
and I do not intend to fight
but I can’t help it struggle finds me
whatever passes for a muse finds me
and I’m rushing to make it up again
foolish midnight foolish pen


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