Tuesday, March 31, 2015

2.1428 : 3/31/09 : Feature

Second feature
guess who’s the creature
of comfort of habits
of the black lagoon
of all the talent hacks
poet of zero day attacks
stupid breeds like rabbits
Up like Jesus oops, too soon?
if you are making out
you won’t stay through to the end
You won't stay through to the end
you know that they’re all
gonna stop and do it again


Monday, March 30, 2015

2.1427 : 3/30/09 : Double Header

Double header pulled
right out of my dumb shredder
it’s a real couple of gems
do observe my creme de cremes
Pointless, failing inspiration
it need not impede creation
need it even less than fun
say so what who cares it’s done
won’t I be proud
to see it when
I get around
these ways again
and recreate my double header
and try like hell to figure out
if I got any better


Sunday, March 29, 2015

2.1426 : 3/29/09 : Master Plan

My mission to hard recreate
to make myself ten times the man
my mission throat feet hear and hands
my odyssey my master plan
If you could see inside my head
you might be horrified and proud
So stark so low so deep so sick
So weak so powerful and loud
I’m chipping at my master plan
hoping for a roaring habit
hoping soon to spot the brass ring
hoping soon to grab it


2.1425 : 3/28/09 : Central Office

There must have been some sort of mishap
at the Central Office
You may believe I made the best of it
despite what say the scoffers
I admit I’ve wasted time
there’s choices I’ll repent in leisure
but my errors are to Central’s screw ups
as a sneeze is to a seizure
I use to rant and rail
I used to stand in lines
I used to hit the stacks
and run my finger over all the spines
but I am not ashamed to own
to that Central Office broke me
So now I keep it to myself
and keep my small sad story low key


Friday, March 27, 2015

2.1424 : 3/27/09 : Principle

The principle sounds nice
but I’m not sure I’m up for it
nothing could be much worse
than to fester in your pit
of everything composed of
thinking thoughts of thinking
if you hacked the lid off of the cave
and found me down there blinking
if you’ve got a thing for saving sheep
I’m happy to oblige you
it couldn’t help but beat
sitting here waiting for the other shoe
they say it’s fucked beyond repair
and far too late to change the course
I say hooray and settle back
to spectate at the great divorce


Thursday, March 26, 2015

2.1423 : 3/26/09 : Tired Too

I’m tired too
I hate to do
this once again
but I have got to
pull the pin
and hope the blow
is not too critical
the future
like always
is inimical


Wednesday, March 25, 2015

2.1422 : 3/25/09 : Failed

Failed and gave up
and giving up he knew
would be failure
not something to get through
but just a condition
and as a shining example
this scrap of foolscap
a flawless sample


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

2.1421 : 3/24/09 : Gliders

Your great gliders up in the sky
powered by pure thought
I’m stuck bare foot on the beach here
guess I should have brought
a better game up to the table
guess I should have started sooner
guess I thought I’d be a writer
scientist or crooner
I cannot break loose my head
from this dumb loop of what am I
and how I’d love to tell the bastards
in control to eat shit and die
charming and quite useful sure
a waste of ink by a waste of skin
and when it comes to that kind of smack
know it’s time to pack it in


2.1420 : 3/23/09 : Midnight Strikes

Midnight strikes
no plan means no action
no goal means
no satisfaction
Maybe next...
I can’t even say it
maybe the piper’s at the gate
maybe it’s time to pay it


2.1419 : 3/22/09 : Fuzz

Put a transistor on the signal
trying to dial up the sustain
forget to damp down the distortion
it’s all come down to fuzz again
crunch the tone by germanium
nerds of rock and roll
tangling with the electron stream
spinning up the barber’s pole
the axe I bought to grind is missing
Gone AWOL long with most
like the band’s been gone forever
pretty much the whole thing’s toast


Saturday, March 21, 2015

2.1418 : 3/21/09 : Boom

Boom and everything is upside down
rearranged, completely new
That’s the kind I dream about
no looking back, no bull, all true
a death of fifty thousand cuts
a slow decline’s what I despise
nineteen years since you struck me down, you
forgot to take the scales from my eyes
these days some folks are thinking baby
this time it’s all really going boom
dead broke, heating up, the well run dry
but then again my whole life I’ve been hearing doom
there’s no soft landing waiting for me nowhere
and it turns out I’m not the hiding kind
I hear you scratching at my door even now
I guess I’ll open just what did you have in mind?


2.1417 : 3/20/09 : Nostalgia

No nostalgia for those days
I stood aside to watch them go by
have a laugh at dim fantasy
It’s hell and long gone as the crows fly
I just want to push all sense of
obligation away and be at peace
I don’t expect enlightenment
I don’t even expect release
and duty calls again
it never fucking sleeps
and all the while time swings its scythe
and darkness in its traces creeps


2.1416 : 3/19/09 : Constitute

What could possibly constitute
a real change at this point
Every rhyme used up every
timely cliché out of joint
vanishing my sleep time
on someone else’s sleep avoiding
this miserable ejecta
foolish banter that I’m voiding
Scribing for the sake of just
not being brief just for a change
and every lily that I gild
and every deck chair I arrange
so just spool it out and
spool it all out some more
till the mirror is a cistern
and the chimney is a door
Or just wrap it up
unsatisfied and lame
as if any of it matters
as if it’s not all the all the same


2.1415 : 3/18/09 : Leaf

This leaf is made of lead
also it’s five foot a side
and it’s ten inches thick
I guess it’s more of a slab
I’ve been trying to turn it over
well I don’t have a lever
or a place to stand
So I guess it’s Queen Mab
I might as well have nice dreams
if I can’t change anything
or turn over the leaf
oh time is a vandal
oh time is a rebel
oh time is a killer
oh time is a thief


2.1414 : 3/17/09 : Horrible Cycle

So long horrible cycle
though it was oh so easy
to ride you after
all this time
I think all in all
you’re going nowhere
fixed in a circle
while I need to climb


2.1413 : 3/16/09 : Big Bell

Well that’s the big bell ringing
but I’m not taking the bait
and when my gun is singing
pray to God we don’t come to that estate
my fear swings between
self obsession and conspiracy theory
waking up on three or four hours
aching, dumbfounded, eyes bleak and bleary
If that big bell doesn’t mean anything
If my big idea’s a bust
who am I to deny I’ll take the low road
and do whatever I must
what’s the easiest path to peace on earth
what’s the fucking missing link?
You say something like best of all possible
Well fuck you your possibles stink


2.1412 : 3/15/09 : Slack

It seems like you work ten times harder
when you’ve got no slack
I think of all the many times I
tried to bring it on back
I’m not talking about fucking off
but play in your rope
they tend to give you just enough
to make you think when you lose hope


2.1411 : 3/14/09 : Sanity

In the brief window of sanity
see the need to make a bulkhead
on the shore of the Better Way
what else could it mean, to bed


Friday, March 13, 2015

2.1410 : 3/13/09 : Pornographic

The level of communication’s
positively pornographic
whoa I got the feeling that
that landing strip’s seen lots of traffic
do you want to trade
a bunch of barbed remarks
wherever we may roam
we’re gonna strike up sparks
It should be illegal for two people
to feel this good
open up our dictionary see
there’s no such word as should
I like you so much I’m going
to say you are my own
those pretty pictures out of books
make me say my how you’ve grown


2.1409 : 3/12/09 : Theme

The theme is spent
and yet the band plays on
another another another
what could go on
indefinitely constant crash
why can’t I why can’t I
just throw it with the trash
too late too late now
no salvage for this at night
So I again I’ll waken spent
and shaken before the fight


2.1408 : 3/11/09 : The Reflection

The reflection of
one thousand mistakes
in one thousand mirrors
the word as it is
spoken in the
presence of one thousand hearers
equalling the angle
of the incidence
the enemy’s point
and I’ll assume
I’m hearing things

as I stall at the great disjoint


2.1407 : 3/10/09 : Drawn In

Drawn in again into some
dumb time spiral
My head bemused distracted
by the influence viral
And even after all this time
since I said I think I’m on the mend
the moving finger writes:
and having writ hits send
Guess I knew a long time ago
this routine would just get harder
A little thick on my feet
a little less in the larder
well here’s a clue
well it’s a bomb filled with love
take it to the high cathedral
detonate it in the name of


2.1406 : 3/9/09 : Wherewithal

What if you haven’t really got the
wherewithal to pull out of this
long slow spiral you’ve been
circling for years?
All the little increments
and petty indulgences
and all the while the grime is
building up in the gears
keep flying off the handle
get hot under the collar
all my buttons getting
pushed from every side
that mountain isn’t getting
any shorter by the minute
by now there’s just so many
things I let slide


2.1405 : 3/8/09 : Dear Lord

Dear lord
what’s it going to be now
I think I’ve really
had enough of it this time
scrape my chair back
take my bow
Hear me pray oh lord
for the new paradigm


2.1404 : 3/7/09 : Temptations

I’ve got temptations
and what else is new
time to show of that patience
I ask from you
do the right thing for a change
do the smart thing
no need to perfect or rearrange
and nothing in my hand I bring...


Friday, March 06, 2015

2.1403 : 3/6/09 : Protocol

I wrapped up the protocol
put my head up, oh my gol
I guess I need it bad
I’ve had a nasty run of
indolence sickness
nocturnality and unforgiveness
don’t look now but I’m
genre-bending again
another pipe dream bubble
to prick with a pin
I want so bad to
gin up that perfect nerd bait
that none can afford to
neither embrace nor hate


Thursday, March 05, 2015

2.1402 : 3/5/09 : Restart

Restart restart
give me another chance
this time I’ll do it perfectly
nail the little dance
that I surmise that you want
me to do
when you fire up that beat
and pull out that big gun of yours
start shooting at my feet


Wednesday, March 04, 2015

2.1401 : 3/4/09 : Reason

I make up my own reasons
why not knock them down
all reason’s fabrication
Least in Meta-town
But much as I’d like to deny
each failure hurts
And I’m so damn sick and tired
of how it all proceeds in fits and spurts


Tuesday, March 03, 2015

2.1400 : 3/3/09 : Clock

On somebody else’s clock
could be working, taking stock
seem to be getting sicker
not quite what was on the sticker
from here things seem pretty set
most change is a losing bet
the it’ll never happen quartet
playing right into my ear
and other horrors of future years
I should think of some distinction
save this non-starter from extinction
on the trash heap now so high
what, I’m an optimistic guy


Monday, March 02, 2015

2.1399 : 3/2/09 : Beaches

The profligate diaspora
of a certain class
or shade out of a bottle
whatever: tits and ass
Go conquer all the beaches
You’ve surely landed soft
well I’m no hotsie totsie
but it keeps my hope aloft
I might find my magic berth yet
hot and biting ice-cold peaches
juices drying on my lips
dark glasses gazing over beaches


Sunday, March 01, 2015

2.1398 : 3/1/09 : Excuse

I’ve got a great excuse
for skipping out
it’s Doctor’s orders
Got to be over and out