2.1093 : 4/30/08 : Conservation

Grim in every socket

got no back up in my pocket

I am naked in a violent land

my once sharp mind

my stark right hand

do you still think

the pen is mighty

the man still runs things

check me, whitey

I suspect that

as a mass

we’re just a mindless

dumb morass

filling up our

shrinking pond

devouring every

tender frond

failed conservation

of our minds

soon replaced by physics’

brutal kind

what

2.1092 : 4/29/08 : Blame God

I’ve been blaming my woe on God

well it’s kind of a no brainer

If you accept a broader definition

Still I guess I’m a complainer

why not blame the devil for it

call the whole thing chance

Call it a metaphysics game

I choose to do my little dance

but there’s just far too much

I can put firmly on my own back

I swear that I can feel it now

the crushing sloppy stack

right now there’s just one answer

close my eyes breathe deep

give it up another day

give it to almighty sleep

what

2.1091 : 4/28/08 : Supposed Vacation

Supposed vacation

well who could really tell

a strand of rogue DNA

put me under a spell

it’s pouring from my vessel

this business ain’t magic

it’d be melodramatic though

to call the affliction tragic

It’s all of a piece

and I must take what comes

even if it seems all random

no the big wheel turns and hums

I’m just glad that I’m still here

that I’ll fight another day

apparently I guess you know

God willing anyway

what

2.1090 : 4/27/08 : Of Form

I could be called a fool

to labor for these trifles

over a matter of form

I seem to be to me

weaker than ever bent

in the eye of this ordinary storm

there’s nothing wrong with brevity

or introspection

it’s not like anyone’s out there

offering rejection

And hell all I can think about

right now is getting warm

in silence and darkness

free from all this form

what

2.1089 : 4/26/08 : Faster Faster

Faster

faster

I need sleep

pray somebody

the whole damn thing to keep

tomorrow’s going to be

a bitch on wheels

and I’ve got nothing

to pay back

what time

this steals

what

2.1088 : 4/25/08 : Heal As Fast

If I could heal this body

as fast as I can write

I’d be back in fighting trim

before my head hit the pillow tonight

but the conditions of reality

are harsh and unforgiving

and leading me to a question

just what kind of life I’m living

the techno guru said that I

needed a thousand

here’s me shooting for a million

minions at my right hand

go ahead and laugh but

pray I’m no prognosticator

cause if it ever came through

I swear I’d get to your ass later

but just now it’s all moot

and the plan’s all shoddy

and I’ve got no magic formula

to heal this body

what

2.1087 : 4/24/08 : Sacrifice

I have been oh so clever

Could I be oh so pleasant

the frying of my synapses

creates for him a pleasing scent

if it will all be consumed

then all my sacrifice is for naught

and how many would laugh at that

seeing all I’ve got

sick of trying to wrap my head around

poles of justice and security

fearing both are illusions

and nothing’s really up to me

what

2.1086 : 4/23/08 : List Them

There are so many places

that I’d rather be right now

there are so many ways

that I am not free right now

I could list them all out

from debt to gravity

habit to indecision

and of course doomed society

and just how many vectors

are competing for my brain share

how many are flat useless

who to complain to that it’s not fair

and what a wretched record

So many scrawled out words

a fraction of what’s left in my skull

milling like vast feline herds

what

2.1085 : 4/22/08 : Tax

I conceived the blank,

beginner’s mind

get mindful with a jelly bean

justice ain’t all that’s blind

Hey I’ve got zero concept

what it might look like after

I’ll just vow to be perfect from now on

And I’ll ignore your cruel laughter

If I could strip out every

feint and dodge and false climax

loosen up on nine things of ten

don’t forget to estimate the tax

what

2.1084 : 4/21/08 : A History of Tales

Whatever thought was slashed short

in the midst of who knows what

there is record of the latest final date

was it another shallow cut

I saw the evidence I left

a knife a glass to feed the sink

and all these lines I left unwrote

some signs of shrapnel on the brink

I could tell tales of nostalgia

a sort of exercise of will

and of a history of tales

that I may well get round to still

what

2.1083 : 4/20/08 : Always Something

Always something; ain’t it always something

I heard they used it in a proof

that God was real and not aloof

Don’t know about that: logic isn’t my thing

Never really saw it like that

relegate me to the dunce hat

I’d love to think tonight I’ll get my cake and eat it

but fear that at a second take

I’ll find I don’t have any cake

And all will be for naught, like ever, always, useless

What an awful way to see it

someday I’ll think better and be it

what

2.1082 : 4/19/08 : How Long Ago

Now I see the DNA

of all the late nights

every day

or almost

and how long ago

how long ago?

how long ago?

I know I did it all for cause

vice I pursued

at every pause

I saw a ghost

another way

but not tonight

but not today

what

2.1081 : 4/18/08 : Doctor Memory

Doctor memory

recollect the negative world

white and black

and inkling that shivered and whirled

So much I cannot place

moments lost in time

And I’m not saying it so well

but what the hell it’s my dime

what

2.1080 : 4/17/08 : Zapped

If you feel a little zapped

if you’ve already snapped

who knows if it will matter or not

you think the brave act would get stale

day dream about a crust and pail

it could be so much worse

You should give thanks for what you’ve got

It’s not really complicated

it’s not rocket science

it shouldn’t take a slide rule

or some modern appliance

You should be tired of spouting off by now

when you’re a farmer every tool looks like a plow

Oh I guess some furrows

won’t be the straightest

but don’t let that make you feel like

you’re not the greatest

what

2.1079 : 4/16/08 : Normal

You’ve done the stream of consciousness

the in jokes written large and small

I was surprised by how quick the ancient wisdom

ran out and I didn’t feel enlightened at all

back to normal whatever that means

sure the hell not what it means to most

I can’t call it genius now can I

but hell I am productive though I don’t like to boast

think I can call this normal for me

twelve lines twelve hours twice a day

It’s nothing new it’s ordinary

Make no mistake though I’m here to play

what

2.1078 : 4/15/08 : H.E. and Cryptos

Well it’s a pretty bunch

of worthless crap

compared to the great mythos

I shoulda been fighting in some war

Studying H.E. and Cryptos

take things apart:

put ‘em together

I shoulda studied computers

I put things together

one by one

And pray it don’t get hit

by the looters

sick of imagining

a world gone sideways

sick of worrying

ever, always

I can’t believe I’m stacking up

another brick

I can’t even believe

that I am still this sick

what

2.1077 : 4/14/08 : Free Will! Free Will!

Holy shit!

free will is back

better wake up pay attention

it’s a sneak attack!

free will free will

it’s a strange estate

I think it’s an illusion

but still true:

and great!

Oh man I can’t decide

What I’ll do first

satiate this hunger

or slake this thirst

I’m looking some disheveled

I’m feeling slightly tight

but I’ll exercise my free will

and not stay up all night

what

2.1076 : 4/13/08 : Sweet (Seventyseven: 81 of 81)

Don’t give me those sweet words

you’re not sincere

you’re not sincere

and no good comes of rhetoric

you’ll get no debate here

In your ivied halls of learning

wisdom is not found

The less I hoard the more I live

for everyone else the more I abound

Would you believe the universe

is here to help not harm us

The sage won’t strive with anyone

but rather dutifully charm us

what

2.1075 : 4/12/08 : Small Country (Seventyseven: 80 of 81)

Oh for a small country

an island principality

no more of this modernism

Luddism will set me free

let us discourse by passing notes

content to be clothed and fed

is this old school life really simplicity

a place to sit a roof over your head

oblivious to the world next door

stuck firmly in the mud, nothing more

what

2.1074 : 4/11/08 : Stitched (Seventyseven: 79 of 81)

They stitched the great wound

of the great war

But still we knew

there would remain a scar

Who wanted that?

Nevertheless in my left hand

I hold the tally

and stand up to the demands

on me

But ask nothing of anyone

And as a man of virtue

no tax or fee from me

There’ll be no book no statue

Heaven serves only the all good

the all-God One-truth

Look at the sweet good I hold

in my left palm unclean uncouth

what

2.1073 : 4/10/08 : Weak as Water (Seventyseven: 78 of 81)

Soft as water

weak as water

I’m aiming at your weak spot

like a vector plotter

You know how things go

you know how it works

but you refuse to walk the walk

You bunch of jerks

While you scramble in calamity

I am the lord of dirt

And all you fancy princes

going to lose your shirt

what

2.1072 : 4/9/08 : Superabundant (Seventyseven: 77 of 81)

Will you not hand me

everything?

I’ll

aim straight for your heart

like a great bow

where you take

I’m giving

when you sleep

I’m living

You might as well give it up easy

Don’t you know

That nobody else can

put these superabundant

riches to the service of the

right way?

My superabundant vision

it will sneak up on you

And you won’t even notice

that’s just how I play

what

2.1071 : 4/8/08 : Dry Stalk (Seventyseven: 76 of 81)

Why do I bend so

because I’m alive

when I am gone

I will be so hard

like a dry stalk

seeds rattling in my head

don’t tempt me to

turn over that card

I’ll be with the living

not with the firewood

my army travels

quiet and light

harvesting what is

ready for the axe

be wary and exalted

we will come tonight

what

2.1070 : 4/7/08 : Strife (Seventyseven: 75 of 81)

Why are we starving?

the taxes you levy

why are we revolting?

You all stand too heavy

Why do we mock death?

You cling so to life

But we who have nothing

must laugh at our strife

what

2.1069 : 4/6/08 : So Bad (Seventyseven: 74 of 81)

It could get so bad

we won’t fear death anymore

anything for a window

anything for a door

cannibal nation

generation of thieves

usurping God’s work

bringing in the sheaves

You want to swing that axe

you better watch your hand

there’s a lot of gimps between here

and the promised land

what

2.1068 : 4/5/08 : Daring (Seventyseven: 73 of 81)

Are you brave enough to

get killed in daring

are you brave enough to

hesitate: and survive

As one harms and one

benefits

something even heaven hates

but nobody alive

knows why

even I am perplexed

Heaven does all so effortlessly

Silent but you answer next

we come not knowing why

heaven following it’s great plan

without haste it casts its vast net

Near ephemeral catch as catch can

Not a single thing

Slips through

look now because tonight

I think I see it coming for you

what

2.1067 : 4/4/08 : Afraid (Seventyseven: 72 of 81)

If we’re all so afraid

I’m afraid we’ve got a long wait

coming for a greater power

They’re up in our houses

they’re taxing us harder

Growing wearier by the hour

I know me

but you won’t see a thing

I love who I am but don’t expect

me to whisper a word of it

I just keep looking deep within

for what is perfect

what

2.1066 : 4/3/08 : White Hat (Seventyseven: 71 of 81)

All I know is that I don’t know nothing

and so I’m noble

To call this ignorant estate

knowledge is a low blow

And we’re sick in the head

and until we’re sick of that

we’ll stay sick; but baby I know better

So I’m wearing my white hat

what

2.1065 : 4/2/08 : Fewer Disciples (Seventyseven: 70 of 81)

Could I say it any simpler

could this yoke be lighter

but the world looks back bemused

and I know I’ve got a fighter

on my hands

The ancestor and Lord

of these words I say

I know you stupid humps

misunderstand me every day

just understand

the fewer disciples

the better in all respects

I wear coarse peasant clothes

but he may find who least expects

jade in my hand

what

2.1064 : 4/1/08 : Step (Seventyseven: 69 of 81)

I step back step back

I step back and lead you on

I roll up my sleeves, not threatening

and sing my prisoners this song:

my words have an ancestor

My deeds have a Lord

I wield the knowledge

like a terrible swift sword

I know just how strong

my enemies can be

My army’s grieving so hard

that our tears are like the sea

what