Thursday, April 26, 2018

2.2184 : 04/26/11 : Salad Days

My salad days may be
yet before me
maybe there's always more
to reach out to for free
sure I'm pretending
expect more of the same
I just want to come up
with a better game
Bring me my salad days
my green and hot ferment
give me the call I swear
I will go where I'm sent


Wednesday, April 25, 2018

2.2183 : 04/25/11 : Prong

I only come back
because I fear the prong
despite my nasty habits
I still might end up living long
I've got more important
things to do to be sure
So I deftly dodge the prong
with the dippy verse de jour


Tuesday, April 24, 2018

2.2182 : 04/24/11 : Wrong Question

Must have been asking the wrong question
feel so stupid I just got it
Should have paid attention while
everyone else was shouting "not it"
I can tell you think it's my fault
I can tell you think I blew it
how I turned every stone over
I had nothing and you knew it
Oh the trials and contortions
trying not to heedless ask
the wrong question over again
just to get handed my task


Monday, April 23, 2018

2.2181 : 04/23/11 : Daydreams Nightmares

Days I dream about
getting messages from utopia
nights I merely sweat
the worst parts of my day to day
Daydreams, nightmares
So you think you can cope, do ya?
'Cause it's already burning
So we might as well play
I try to dream out
Some way we could get to fixing
Set aside this nightmare
endless debate
but the sides will never resolve
in spite of furious mixing
So it seems utopian dreams
still must wait


Sunday, April 22, 2018

2.2180 : 04/22/11 : When In Rome

When in Rome I guess
burn it up
every drop and breath and nugget
churn it up
in this cauldron of techno
of logical brutality
no above or below
no moral duality
God the nonsense
Sorry for losing it
should have been paying mind
seen my error and been refusing it
When in Rome as I say
Guess it won't fall apart in a day
is anybody really paying attention
it would be just the thing for a play


Saturday, April 21, 2018

2.2179 : 04/21/11 : The Thing

The play's the thing
it might be our weakness
it might be nice
if I could just a little, freak less
and just get on
delivering my soliloquys
you'll find me afterward
in the corner head between my knees
and I will tell you
when I find the play's the thing
you're going to understand
lord when you hear me sing


Friday, April 20, 2018

2.2178 : 04/20/11 : Ink Spilled

Of all the ink spilled
what has commanded
the king's portion
surely war or romance
or maybe the books
oh these days surely
nothing measures even close
nothing else has a chance
what have I spilled my
measure of ink on
lately it seems just
if only if only
I could get better
I could get it better
if I figure it out
on some night so lonely