Thursday, April 30, 2015

2.1458 : 4/30/09 : Rewind (The Golden Age: 4/100)

They’re saying it’s all in the
remix these days whatever
is was whatever was plays
Rewind my play look at the reels
turn and spin unspooling their spiels
I’m not turning anything into anything
I make it all from scratch every word I sing
It’s harder than it looks to rewind
jettison all your sunken cost
everything not glorified is forgotten
everything not retained is lost
The exercises are not making me stronger
what’s supposed to be succinct is getting longer
what’s supposed to be easy is complicated
no way at all to rewind what I’ve created
It’s harder than it looks to rewind
jettison all your sunken cost
everything not glorified is forgotten
everything not retained is lost
is lost everything retained not glorified
jettison rewind harder than your sunken sanctified
It’s harder than it looks to rewind
jettison all your sunken cost
everything not glorified is forgotten
everything not retained is lost
It’s harder than it looks to rewind
jettison all your sunken cost
everything not glorified is forgotten
everything not retained is lost

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Wednesday, April 29, 2015

2.1457 : 4/29/09 : Ganzfeld (The Golden Age: 3/100)

Ganzfeld - a blank screen man
I’ve for material I’ve got a plan
It may be weird it may be raw
but I’ll swallow it all in my relentless maw
I have to rush so much
forget how the word was spelled
but I’ll figure it out
I swear immersed in the ganzfeld
Narrow halls that I traverse
wishing for the miraculous
It turns out somehow good or bad
marvelous or crapulous
I have to rush so much
forget how the word was spelled
but I’ll figure it out
I swear immersed in the ganzfeld
I have to rush so much
forget how the word was spelled
but I’ll figure it out
I swear immersed in the ganzfeld
I have to rush so much
forget how the word was spelled
but I’ll figure it out

I swear immersed in the ganzfeld

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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

2.1456 : 4/28/09 : Lose it on the Floor (The Golden Age: 2/100)

Let there be light let there be bass
let there be groove eternal
let it loose let it go let it breathe
celestial or eternal
If you’re going to lose it
better lose it on the floor
work it out bring it out bring it on
oh baby lose it on the floor
I haven’t got a clue or a penny
I don’t know right from wrong
I try God knows I try but I
can only bring to you my song
If you’re going to lose it
better lose it on the floor
work it out bring it out bring it on
oh baby lose it on the floor
If you’re going to lose it
better lose it on the floor
work it out bring it out bring it on
oh baby lose it on the floor
why not lose it on the floor
bring it out work it work it work it work it
work it all out on the floor
It’s what we’re dancing for

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2.1455 : 4/27/09 : Golden Age II (The Golden Age: 1/100)

Everything is glittering- it must mean something right?
So I declare begins a golden age tonight
I knew the minute you came back to town
I would start something with you that would gain renown
no mere dalliance no passing phase
I’d draw you to my golden age to turn a phrase
You are my golden age - here’s my new golden rule
I will do anything not to look a fool… to you
It has all transpired just as I predicted
I could almost believe it to be divinely scripted
And I cannot evoke a single complaint
Each minute with you golden, dare you to say it ain’t
You are my golden age - here’s my new golden rule
I will do anything not to look a fool… to you
This is no fool’s gold, not a particle of pyrite
I am proving it all again tonight, tonight
You are my golden age - here’s my new golden rule
I will do anything not to look a fool… to you
You are my golden age - here’s my new golden rule
I will do anything not to look a fool… to you

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2.1454 : 4/26/09 : Golden Age

Who would have guessed
the golden age was
just a matter of repeating the hook
keep everything light
and everything jolly
run it a while every line by the book
Not really my forte
not much for the bubblegum
I’ll never know if I don’t try
a cute little project
a minor distraction
while I try to hook other fish to fry


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2.1453 : 4/25/09 : Paste

A fistful of bloody paste
smeared across the page
You’d think that given the spectacle
I would display a little rage
but I am calm my face is clear
it’s not emotional political or art
it’s just my way of getting to zero

it’s just my way to start

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2.1452 : 4/24/09 : Kick to the Head

Could I really deliver
the kick to the head
to every worthless word
I’ve ever said
and start a blank page
something so much finer
if I dug deep enough
if I dug like a miner

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2.1451 : 4/23/09 : Screw

I like it when you get
about two thirds in
and it starts to chirp
and squeak
while you keep twisting
give it a push try
not to strip the thread
I’ll be turning this screw
until the day I’m dead
who knows the flu could get me
I might not see next year
on top of fear itself
we’ve got every damn
thing to fear
Hey look big surprise
another job to do
no surprise at all of course
another turn of the screw


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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

2.1450 : 4/22/09 : Chat

Rip everything down into
five second chat
killing time like I’ve got it
tip the hat
How smoothly she slips out of
the conversation
that’s cool yeah I remember
that reiteration

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2.1449 : 4/21/09 : Angry Bitch

This angry bitch I harbor in my breast
barks till it seems it’s apt to
burst my chest
these crummy little scraps of
doggerel verse
I have to wonder how
I earned this curse

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Monday, April 20, 2015

2.1448 : 4/20/09 : Rip You Off

Just when you think 
they couldn’t rip you off harder
just when you thought you
were working it smarter
just when you think
you figured it out
they’ll change the rules on you
without a doubt
balls anyway
they got you playing the game
and a pile of dung
by any other name
might grow a perfect rose
yes it might well
but by the time you climb to pluck it
you’ll have lost your sense of smell


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Sunday, April 19, 2015

2.1447 : 4/19/09 : The Natural

Can this be the natural
outcome of blind circumstances
can this sick suboptimal
world be the sum of all our chances
feel like something’s out to get me
Well you say I’m paranoid
Haven’t you noticed every man or woman
that’s ever been has finally been destroyed
I do my best to reconcile this world with God
you chalk it all up to the natural world
I don’t see the difference as all that vast
despite all the venom that’s been hurled
Guess I could try for the lecture circuit
I bet I’d be a natural at that
but I’ve got some dim aspiration
to a higher calling so to you I tip my hat

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2.1446 : 4/18/09 : Silver Fish

You better be ready to
be quick with your true wish
tonight you’re going to hook that silver fish
out of the stream that flows
in every neighborhood on earth
mostly live in pipes around these parts
think on that shame for what it’s worth
but in a dream my hooks are sharp
and silver plated steel
I drop it without bait or bobbin
play it just by feel
knowing I’ll feel a touch
and knowing what that touch will be
I’ll land my little silver fish and for its promise
gladly set it free

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Friday, April 17, 2015

2.1445 : 4/17/09 : Circle

Got lost in the woods stupid kept walking
She got that look on her face
Stupid just kept talking
It’s hard to say because to me
these trees all look the same
but it sure looks to me like
we are back to just the place we came
from and the circle we
moronically described out there
is just the perfect metaphor
said stupid to a blank stare
oh stupid sees it now the way the days
have spilled out of his hand
while he tried to concoct a story 
of how it was all really planned
there is no resolution no
solution no because
So stupid plowed ahead again
so stupid is as stupid does


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Thursday, April 16, 2015

2.1444 : 4/16/09 : Days

Dropping days like beats and I’m
sick of keeping track
Dropping words like cords of wood
I’m chopping tossing on the stack
Nothing I can eat and if I burn it
it won’t burn for long
meant not to but here again
I’m writing about the song
hell with it what if I just
don’t want to take my life out of the box
something should be left mine
to last when all the bullshit walks
So this gets the iteration
just the endless why why why
I sent it to the fire I swear
but somehow it just would not die

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Wednesday, April 15, 2015

2.1443 : 4/15/09 : Hour and Hour

Bright and dark hour and hour
a stupid reason for a stupid habit
only the hollow clamor sickness growing strong
nothing waiting anywhere, no one there to grab it


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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

2.1442 : 4/14/09 : Chain

3,362 : 11 ?



If I don’t break this chain
I fear this train will run me over
while I’m bending down trying to
pluck myself a four leaf clover
but what the hell at this late date
have I tried all or nothing
This wreck I hate this
dumb state and always always rushing
I started building links before
my voice had changed
and when I hit the ivory tower
delivery had been arranged
and I made sure each job I took
gave me the time to forge a few
each day and now the chain
lies thick and knotted between me and you
And I can say any bold words
I don’t have faith in proclamations
And if you don’t know where to run
you can’t expect your destinations
It’s nice to be forthright and cheerful
good to stalwartly face pain
but how much does it matter
nothing seems to break the chain

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2.1441 : 4/13/09 : Worse Than Expected

To find it’s not even as good as
but worse than expected
the idea of getting ahead
fully rejected and
my mind full of useless
graceless wants
and not a bit of anything
in all my old haunts
I want to be better
and not just to be so
but when I try to find what’s worth it
every door seems to say no
and my last idea
got thrown under this bus
hope I can fish it back out
but I am dubious

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2.1440 : 4/12/09 : Faith

Getting my faith tested by
the faithful but dense
my arrogance, my woeful
charity is immense
I’m guilty of a heart of violence
guilty of greed
and it’s a soft and cloudy faith
that lives in me indeed


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2.1439 : 4/11/09 : Fully Defeated

Feeling fully defeated
by the prevailing spirit
and the weak ass rhymes
that this weak flesh doth inherit
did you hear my little talk
the fine tremor in my voice
that made you miss my slyly slipping in
the abolition of choice
and if it isn’t just a story
what the hell would you call it
and excuse me if I listen
with my hand upon my wallet
The thing about us defeated
we’re not afraid of losing
so it’s some other cup of sorrow
that I’m pointlessly refusing


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2.1438 : 4/10/09 : Evil

Did you like my little
talk about how
evil persists
did I trap a little
weak sunshine from
in the midst of the mists
here’s the secret
that’s no secret
I am hardly satisfied
I ran out of fingers
long ago to
Count how many lied
I think I know
what evil is but
mix it up on sight
just to find I’m getting
shown a fancy city
from a great height

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2.1437 : 4/9/09 : Disband

Disband the truth brigade
the market’s collapsed
for propaganda
dissolve the Ministry
authority’s headed
the way of the panda
and the handlers haven’t
got a pot left
to piss in
but lie back and relax
when I start to
slip this in
Your motivation’s
being disbanded
as well mate
and didn’t you always
wax rhapsodic
over the clean slate
I wouldn’t presume to
even guess at
their demands
but I guess we’ll all be
bent over that barrel
when it disbands

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2.1436 : 4/8/09 : Monster

observe the monster in its
habitat
Sure you’ve got to wonder how it
got like that
So grave and growling like
an old mill stone
You got to wonder how it got
so alone
Don’t think the monster won’t
Chase you down
Don’t think it won’t leave the forest, take a
trip to town
Don’t think that the monster won’t
Show up at your door
Don’t think it’s the postman ringing
at your door

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Tuesday, April 07, 2015

2.1435 : 4/7/09 : Insanity

I am bored beyond endurance
by your definition of insanity
indeed it’s very clever but
did you notice that it’s
absolutely no help to me
did you notice knowing what’s insane
is all but useless in these parts
a counterpoint to sanity
that heaves and stalls in fits and starts
and your great works of clarity
gave birth to children not so sane
even perhaps the monsters of
this reckless age’s reaction chain

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Monday, April 06, 2015

2.1434 : 4/6/09 : Machine

3,625 : 4 ?



The machine
is barely functioning
everything is getting phoned in
while the unmanned drones all honed in
on the
assets of interest
surely we can trust their judgment
was for the best
never send moral meat
to do a machine’s job
history’s replete
with such lessons straight as a plumb bob
if it simply stops where will it lead us
the majority who think
seem to think that it will cleave us
sundered
post-society
no more civil order no more propriety
I myself
can’t begin to envision
better for peace
not so great for decision


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Sunday, April 05, 2015

2.1433 : 4/5/09 : Palm

Can you read this palm
Lord or is that witchcraft
I’m just trying to get an edge
I’m just trying to get a laugh
I guess I came unequipped
to quote some epistle or psalm
I guess I’m just a hanger on
just waving my palm

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Saturday, April 04, 2015

2.1432 : 4/4/09 : Dracula

This world is my dracula
draining me I don’t know why
sustains itself on my poor heart
and I suppose that it will turn me by and by
the wire is my dracula
all that it carries and brings out
you’d think I’d end up with more, somehow I end up with less
sad as I contemplate one last weak shout
every human being is dracula
we’re all selfish all we do is feed
some think we’ll suck our way to no existence
some days I think that’d be a fine thing indeed

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Friday, April 03, 2015

2.1431 : 4/3/09 : Point

I’ve forgotten the point
already but still
I’ll pretend it’s just to draw an X
and so I will


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2.1430 : 4/2/09 : No Connection

Really no connection
on the line
my fortitude is
dying on the vine
What a sad little
run this one’s been
rushed every time
look like adding up to nothing
if I believed the plot I kept
pushing myself to buy
Would something change over
turn upside down would I stop being that guy
nobody’s watching
but one day it shall all be revealed
by then everyone will
have forgotten what I had concealed

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Wednesday, April 01, 2015

2.1429 : 4/1/09 : The Charm

Third time is maybe the charm
could this plodding drum get more tedious
I’m sure everyone sees where my eyes stray
I’m sure it’s very obvious
And I will not go to your haunts
and I will not replay your words
my last remaining separation
from the doomed and milling herds
the charm is in the disconnect
the gulf far from reality
it all fades to a razor point
a moment a totality
I’m writing in the wrong again
trying to hack the manifesto
trying to believe destiny’s in play
some magic charm, hooray, hey presto

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