2.1002 : 1/30/08 : Center: Steel (Seventyseven: 7 of 81)

It all exists

independent of reasons

irrelevant to the

patch you scratch

the heaven and earth routine

so don’t get too attached

excuse me while I duck to the back

and hope the book got it wrong

I’m so pessimistic

I’ll be ashamed when I come out so strong

and a certain kind of selflessness

State stage for this reveal:

the pillar is myself:

The Pillar’s center: steel

what

2.1001 : 1/29/08 : The Root (Seventyseven: 6 of 81)

The spirit of the fountain does not die

The feminine mysterious

Just how original am I?

The doorway

and the root

Oops it looks like

I put my foot

in it again - 

Lingering like gossamer

barely there

shimmering like the veil

between heaven, earth and air

Yet amazing spooling out

the more used

the more appears

you’ll be surprised to see

how quickly your

account’s out of arrears

what

2.1000 : 1/28/08 : Straw Dogs (Seventyseven: 5 of 81)

People are things

and get kicked apart like straw dogs

For plenty of people that’s enough

to put paid to all the God talk

Good and evil alike

get sucked down in time’s bogs

Heaven is not sentimental

And earth is hard and dumb as rocks

And yet this living factory

Keeps churning out exquisite beauty

Beyond words without ado

And only found inside of you

what

2.999 : 1/27/08 : Using (Seventyseven: 4 of 81)

3,191 : 1 ?

Using only empties

it can never fill

hoping cannot fill the bowl

but working will

seems the vessel we’ve elected

is fathomless

united in one great need

finally more is less

blunt edge:

straight string:

one light:

and this hidden thing

the mother of the

whole wide world

scraping at the bottom

of the bowl we find it curled

what

2.998 : 1/26/08 : Big Tent (Seventyseven: 3 of 81)

If the great table was round and

nobody got to sound off

first, we might get on better

If everything was free or

at most a penny well

we might come to see things as a fetter

All fed

all content

nothing to strive for

under one big tent

Desireless could we still evolve?

One more riddle

for the sage to solve

what

2.997 : 1/25/08 : Beautiful (Seventyseven: 2 of 81)

Do you think it’s beautiful

Not everybody thinks it’s beautiful

But you you are so beautiful to me

This world has a funny idea of good

Do I embrace these opposites? I know I should

I’ll do it all without ado

to set my spirit free

and only left to teach silence’s lesson

and sure some other time

I’ll get my mess on

but right now I’m calling this one done

Give it another thousand brave forays

One thousand nights one thousand days

I say: end up with

another voyage begun

what

2.996 : 1/24/08 : The Eternal Name (Seventyseven: 1 of 81)

The eternal name cannot be written

argued with

revoked or smitten

it lurks always among us mortals

around corners behind portals

wherever there’s a gap to seeing

the eternal, named, unseen being

ever hidden always manifest

this eternal name is the best!

Ever hidden, the inner essence

Always manifest, the outer aspects

I stand by my perception of the original Presence

I stand by my reverence to certain Ancient Texts

both flow from the same source

though differently named

sign on to spirit of salt though

you won’t get gamed

what

2.995 : 1/23/08 : Sea Change

Seeking the sea change in the same old thing

seeking a fortune in the dull brass ring

riding this plaster pony round and round

If I fall alone will I make a sound

So many tangents that my head will spin

Stand without so much as a star of tin

without authority but forced to act

no cash for bribery no time for tact

Look at this rut I’ve worn it ‘bout a mile

It’s a damn miracle that I still smile

but what the hell we only get one shot

to be only what I am to never be what I’m not

I’ll shyly say I am changing still

I still believe in the action of will

if not quite circular still still rolling

not always death that the bell is tolling

what

2.994 : 1/22/08 : Without Reservation

Underneath I crave a raving

Chance to feel my rage

without reserve regret

or reservation

I know it’s bad, stupid, mad

to want to turn that page

tune in that station

fantasies of mayhem

fantasies of blood

haven’t I crossed enough lines

rolled in enough mud

been a john a thief

an addict

bad jones bad head

bad faith

bad dick

maybe it was all for rage

without reservation

better start to act my age

accept my situation

what

2.993 : 1/21/08 : Scratch

I feel the scratch

knocking at the back of my throat

they’ve got a patch now

for that feeling when you’re in the same boat

With all the slobs and losers

that you saw in contempt

tweakers and boozers

the stupid fat and unkempt

not gonna do these

fly by night projects any more

the 24/7 tease

now I’m full-time searching for a door

I’ve got a bad question jones

I’m not sure I want to know

I’m feeling like in my bones

ain’t heard the last of it though

what

2.992 : 1/20/08 : Dick

This thing is just the kind of

greek tragedy I hoped to avoid

Dick and his gang I should be

outraged but I’m just annoyed

On some level some

rhetoric from the bullshit vault

I suppose my apathy makes

it all my fault

Maybe I just don’t buy

that it’s anything new

Power and its partisans

it’s always some thug crew

every hundred years or so some

nice guy gets to be boss

We got at least fifty years

before the next one goes up on the cross

So mazel tov Dick

you’ll be dead pretty soon

but this long train wreck

will be playing the same old tune

that dog won’t hunt

but it’ll do its same old trick

and dead or alive I’m sure

we’ll soon have some other Dick

what

2.991 : 1/19/08 : Final Note

A final note another milestone

this one to be observed by me alone

end to the endless night

by virtue of the battery

don’t tell me I’m a genius

I’m immune to flattery

It starts right now

as soon as the page is turned

turn back all things that fell before

that rotted, shattered, burned

I execute the note and my result

is simply to empower my perfect cult

I’ll teach them all the secret

of the sleeping meditation

I will illuminate

the waking working recreation

And in a final note I’ll cop to every lie

brother rest easy while I get this beam out of my eye

what

2.990 : 1/18/08 : Bleach

Pour the bleach down the drain

the shards of bone and bits of brain

another redhead with a past

I think I’ll venture out at last

perfect plans acid and bleach

those who cannot do must teach

It’s just a joke surely you know

those who cannot stay must go

Sure I will fall and fail again

the whole damn thing immersed in paraffin

for preservation and aesthetic punch

try to improve on it I’ll eat your lunch

murder by numbers and bleach by the gallon

my secret fate impaled on destiny’s talon

If I could just fade all these sad attempts

bleach them away but nothing is exempt

what

2.989 : 1/17/08 : Troll

Your stupid belief

your momma as well

I’m pretty sure that you deserve

to burn in hell

guess I’m a pretty

ordinary troll

that’s okay I’ve got a

real wide goal

Confess I am a real

waste of time

You’ll be surprised I can

Stop this shit on a dime

give up my trolling ways

become a nomad

I knew someday

my good thing would go bad

what

2.988 : 1/16/08 : Catch Can

Catch can move and catch can groove

as catch can so can bust, reprove

what offers in this moment

gotta foment

What I can then home went

Chance have at you

glance, tip hat you sneak a fat view

anytime I’ve used all rhyme

I must recycle paradigm

And lift the ban and bang the pan

as I catch as catch can

what

2.987 : 1/15/08 : Stupid Leaf

Stupid glued to the table

meant to turn it I’m not able

feel the hints of greater failing

screw it cashed check here’s your spike for impaling

watching the maverick eat a pig’s asshole

seems extreme hey hell it’s a cash hole

dreaming of being a cultist again

though I know it’s unethical know its a sin

but I don’t have time to go on and on

can’t worry about short-changing a song

covered the essentials and soon to bed

with the strange little ditty rattling in my head

what

2.986 : 1/14/08 : The Numbers

I crunch the numbers and sigh to see

back to square one what a jerk’s estate

I lost the plot again feeling superior

Woke up to see I didn’t do so great

I’ll tear my hair out look at this jack

telling the teller’s tale yet once more

wanted to come to a cooler story

wanted to rock but I’m such a bore

like it is better to mock the numbers

like it is better to denigrate what is

it has its moments and what more can you ask

dig up what’s there and get on with your biz

what

2.985 : 1/13/08 : Lazy Monkey

Lazy monkey look no farther

than the next banana

Somnambulist no worries

I’ll get to that thing mañana

no need at all to swing

outside of this old tree

no need to seek, explore

I know there’s nothing new to see

Lazy monkey but then why

am I ever so restless

Surely there’s a scientific

explanation but my best guess

is I’m a monkey with my fist

inside the peanut jar

refuse to open my fist to escape

So I stay right where we are

what

2.984 : 1/12/08 : Hump

Slight recovery not quite over the slump

I keep my pack on like an ordinary hump

staying off tobacco weed and keeping my nose clean

Slowly producing though these times are very lean

Look on my pretties ain’t it just a sight to see

I’m so slick and together as I drift away to sea

Absolutely no more time for this strange sick vacation

squeezing the last dregs out of my imagination

and as I listen to these synaesthetic lights

and tear up as I breathe forever matchless heights

I wonder what it is that keeps my nose against the stone

I guess I keep a slivered hope I pray that it can hone

what

2.983 : 1/11/08 : Exhaustion

Whisper succumb to this exhaustion one more time

too much news too much economy

religion sex drugs and crime

they call it a society

I call it a God damn shame

if you’ll forgive my impiety

I’m well past halfway

on this so called axis

a downward slide seems as certain

as death and taxes

tomorrow seems as certain

as a tired cliché

but I’ll lay that rough brick

down again anyway

I just want to lie down

let it all wash over me

there’s a hell of a lot of Caesar

between God and me

And it seems like I’m just

going to have to pay
Every penny I pledged

every exhausted day

what

2.982 : 1/10/08 : Mirror to Mirror

Mirror to mirror

repetition back to a vanishing point

do I expect to see in that dark hole

what wasn’t there a thousand

nights before?

why should I feel bad

if the words don’t rhyme

or should I say

should I feel worse?

backtrack and change tack

but in reverse

nothing escapes

regardless

from the mirror to mirror

what

2.981 : 1/9/08 : Intervention

I’m declaring an intervention

on the human race

I guess it’s just me

and you all

sitting in this place

and I love you so much

my God you know I do

but I don’t know

if I can keep living with you

if you’re gonna keep up

this wicked shit

war and slavery

disparity and all of it

I know in my heart

that you can change

surely there’s a program

that we can arrange

just admit there’s a problem

and you’ll meet me halfway

we can start a new life

today

what

2.980 : 1/8/08 : Altar of Aphrodite

Every sacrifice on

the Altar of Aphrodite

make me feel like such a man

make me feel so mighty

I think the temple minders

must be laughing at me

tough talking me high minded me

big head small fish fat me

making stupid eyes at all

the wine girls lithe and flighty

I’ll leave nothing but my cash at

the altar of Aphrodite

and anyway I’ve been paid full

and it’s a truth I heed

she took my offer it’s my part

to cherish my fine seed

what

2.979 : 1/7/08 : Can’t Hold Back

Can’t hold back anymore

oh my lord

anticipation and anxiety

is it a worse trap or

a way to be more free

I haven’t got the strength today

to navigate those waters

anyway

but in another day

I’ll be in up to my neck

oblivious to if it’s right

but what the heck

I’ve got to take this one

on the attack

So I’ve filled it to the top

and I can’t hold back

what

2.978 : 1/6/08 : All Too Much

It’s all too much

can’t stand the thrill

can’t afford the ticket

I will not take the pill

another lapse

for form alone

I cannot bring myself to care

I’m almost home

what

2.977 : 1/5/08 : The Pox

Wishing it were not like this

wishing right down to my sox

seems unfair to have to fight

again to work it through the pox

better leaving well enough

hope to overcome it soon

the pox you know it comes it goes

see you again next afternoon

what

2.976 : 1/4/08 : Vicious Cycles Forever

Forever sickness forever hate

brother against brother such a sad estate

vicious cycles forever turning up

the gasoline is overflowing in the burning cup

I feel depressed like nothing can change

one trouble for another forever exchange

Still we murder still we persecute

still we hand the keys off to some asshole in a suit

I no longer think my role is instrumental

These days I see this shell as nothing but a rental

no happier really but with more to lose

no wiser at all but still forced to choose

great more doggerel a, b, a, b

struggling to see the value of mystery

I only want to sing a clear note

instead I’m slogging these vicious cycles by rote

what

2.975 : 1/3/08 : Pattern

The pattern keeps emerging

foolhardy loops repeating

always saying next time

always words I’m eating

Don’t have an explanation

I haven’t got excuses

One hand to grip the railing

the grip that still refuses

to let go of the old stuff

to blow it out the spout hole

and move on with a fresh start

move on with a fresh goal

but this dead hour’s expired

And I’m about my mission

hoping next time won’t find me

in the pattern’s position

what

2.974 : 1/2/08 : Terrible Gibberish

Ah this terrible gibberish

I’ve left sitting all over

The notion to monetize it

long since pushing clover

So why does it keep coming?

Why do I persist

how many times can I ask

what obvious thing I missed

better than the answer

there’s just nothing there

that this is all there is

disjoint beyond repair

If I could just give up

yes even for a week

perhaps then I could rectify

and finally truly speak

what