Sunday, April 30, 2017

2.1823 : 4/30/10 : What Is/Maybe So

What is life?
It's a chemical reaction
maybe so
it's a series of retractions
maybe so
What is why?
it's a meaningless oration
maybe so
a vapid exclamation
maybe so
What is love?
it's a series of decisions
maybe so
it's a lifetime of revisions
maybe so
maybe so
or maybe not


Saturday, April 29, 2017

2.1822 : 4/29/10 : Aspire

Do I aspire to this grim profession
Scrivener, scribbler
might make an impression
on some callow youth
inspire in them an outburst
The balance in the bankbook though
traditionally thus cursed
remembrance of
you peek a boo past
like a head in a vice
with your foot in a cast
in ten more years
they might call it art
while I watch a little more
of the world fall apart


Friday, April 28, 2017

2.1821 : 4/28/10 : Later

Later man I wished
I learned and then I fished
Ignorant of depth
or the ways, or the tides
I tried so hard to do it
without choosing sides
and when the stranger advised me
to switch up for one last cast
I did as I was told
but I could think of nothing but the past


Thursday, April 27, 2017

2.1820 : 4/27/10 : Cheat

Hell yeah I'll cheat
Why not? You do
with your heads I win, tails I lose
crackerjack voodoo
considering the
shape that I'm in
You can take the rules and
shove them in your exit bin
like any of it matters
five years or ten
or the reason some dim night
I chose to start up again
While the true quill always
comes and goes
You push me one inch more
I swear we'll come to blows


Wednesday, April 26, 2017

2.1819 : 4/26/10 : Any More

What exactly are you looking for?
I don't really know why
I ask that any more
it's obvious not a thing makes sense
and expecting reasons
makes me sound so dense
I don't eve have a right to complain
still it's real trouble
and real pain
and if I stop looking for
things to signify
I guess I'll just push on
until the day I die


Tuesday, April 25, 2017

2.1818 : 4/25/10 : The Corpse

No rush to destroy
the house though it is dead
and flesh is falling off the bone
while we go on living in the head
the eyes are windows now
where lips were is a gate
no tongue lies ready
this is the corpse's grim estate
I pray that it goes slow enough
I pray we can hold on
though its fate waits
for all of us
and finds us all no matter how far gone
the corpse is the reminder
the corpse is the retreat
this gross estate we fester in
the fate of all dead meat


Monday, April 24, 2017

2.1817 : 4/24/10 : The Question (Ten Years On)

Ten years on
the question comes
long after the answer is forgotten and gone
the bottle broken
the ammunition damp
the vestiges gone off
on some great Cosmic tramp
pretend that it's a riddle
and not just some damn mess
a pig's still a pig
If you put it in a dress
Still it's neat to have the question
something tough to chew
while I wait and wait
and wait
to be told what to do


Sunday, April 23, 2017

2.1816 : 4/23/10 : Nice Planet

Well it seems like a nice planet
still despite all the stuff
these days
that temperature thing
all the concrete everywhere
so many of us
and the theory that crime pays
fast as we're cooking
it goes so slowly
we'll all be dead
and hardly even see
our crazy extent
I try to stay positive
despite it all imagine
some solution state
all of us
under the big tent


Saturday, April 22, 2017

2.1815 : 4/22/10 : Expecting Death

Expecting death
is not pessimism
and in that simple horror tale
is the root of the death of -ism
and yet to dwell on it
is to poison what is sweet
in life and little as there is
it's a shame to waste the tender meat
Expecting ends
ages, civilizations
deaths of economies
and media and occupations
the only solution
that I've ever found
is to be here now
feet on ordinary ground


Friday, April 21, 2017

2.1814 : 4/21/10 : Box

Maybe the box has gotten too small
no more experience to mine at all
the worm turns and chomps its tale
I try to look up and out but I fail
I tell myself not to get angry but I do
I'd happily blame the whole thing on you
bitter protests from inside the box so small and plain
So I'm shallow and a whiner but it's a real pain
And it's catch 22 to be in it
I want to escape but can't find the resources to begin it
nothing to write about nothing to sing
nothing to build on don't have anything
that's so untrue but the box steals my breath
and it's so hard in here not to dwell on death


Thursday, April 20, 2017

2.1813 : 4/20/10 : Needle

There's only one needle: it's a diamond tip
There's only one vein: rests in a vinyl grip
heard about your junkies
and the hypoderm
there's no spot in my lexicon
for such a term
There's only one needle: it's a diamond tip
There's only one vein: rests in a vinyl grip
drop it every hour, always throwing
the tech is obsolete but it just keeps going
There's only one needle: it's a diamond tip
There's only one vein: rests in a vinyl grip
a vinyl valley, an exquisite groove
been around so long there's nothing left to prove
Just the only needle, the diamond tip
resting so delicious in its vinyl grip


Wednesday, April 19, 2017

2.1812 : 4/19/10 : Fried Egg Chili Chutney Sammie

Fried egg chili chutney sammie
and if you get the reference
hey you're my man, see
thanks for the memories
all you who remember
Some April, some May
Some July some December
there's a perfectly reasonable
explanation for everything
and if I can just recall
well then how I'll sing
I feel satisfied
I'll suffer later
take a nap then
and hell with the haters
and leave it like that
just let me take one last square
from my silly hat


Tuesday, April 18, 2017

2.1811 : 4/18/10 : Wondering

If I can't figure out the math
and I know I can't
if you're the great space station
to my tiny little ant
then if I could just ask for
one thing today
would you please make
all of this wondering go away
I don't believe in it at all
I know it's all wasted thought
I better just feel lucky
pray to keep what I've got
between the rising sun in space
and the great sea thundering
I don't see why I can't just
give up all this wondering
tell me it's all for a reason
tell me you've got a plan
Why bother trying to grasp
the greatest greater than


Monday, April 17, 2017

2.1810 : 4/17/10 : Doing Right

Doing right
but I still don't
feel like I'm winning
not enough
this rope I'm hanging on
is thinning
get through this
get through that
just more comes down
and I guess
it's time to give up
on this ghost town


Sunday, April 16, 2017

2.1809 : 4/16/10 : Situation

Asked to choose fame and fortune
or the world's salvation
well nobody believe's that's possible
it's a bad situation
and the whole ball of wax is just fantasy time
my usual grandiose dreams
I've got my little row to hoe
while I pick over my hopeless schemes
how many years how many years gone past
since I thought I saw I though I saw the wave
and just when I decide to give it all away
I look around and can't find one thing to save
the world doesn't want it, people don't want it
and I don't have it so really what the hell?
It's a strange world coming and I'm in it up to here
just another dupe with no principles to sell


Saturday, April 15, 2017

2.1808 : 4/15/10 : Enough Again

Maybe tomorrow
tomorrow and tomorrow and
but today I've had
enough again
and more to come
and no master plan
maybe no plan at all
no original fall
only luck no direction
So I think in my dejection
maybe tomorrow
the big big deal
the more than enough for once
the advent of Is Real


Friday, April 14, 2017

2.1807 : 4/14/10 : For Old TImes' Sake

For old times' sake
I'll fly old colors
nothing of strength
nothing of valor
could be harder
but that's no comfort
gotta be strong soon
and defend the old fort


Thursday, April 13, 2017

2.1806 : 4/13/10 : Pull

Something flapping madly in the skull
something tapping in the chest
and a furious pull
No vessel to delivery this
angry rant
no cleric to receive this
disappointed chant
But if I don't spill it out
pull the plug somehow I'll spout
it scalding on the wrong wrong
How I wish there were
a handy devilish cur
here to get my curse on
I get nothing but
22 grey lines on a page
and seven minutes while I
Sit and feel my body age
and can't even use up what I've got
nothing to do but pull out and leave it to rot


Wednesday, April 12, 2017

2.1805 : 4/12/10 : You Call This a Mission

Maybe I was unclear
I wasn't on a hunt for more bad luck
I wasn't looking for another chain to bolt on
If fact I was hoping to get unstuck
You call this a mission?
Is this your sense of humor
I don't think I like you so much anymore
not sure I want to be your consumer
You call this a mission
you call this a mission
I'd be better off burning trees
and vegetating on the television
you call this a mission
well I've got a new deal
stay out of my damn way
what you won't give I'll steal


Tuesday, April 11, 2017

2.1804 : 4/11/10 : Middle

What in the world to call a story
that begins and begins
always waiting for a middle
for a mission for my sins
I trust the end to care for itself
strange as that might seem
but this restless churning of beginning
cracks me like a fever dream
and a the moment of decision
once again I jumped the gun
but I will not agonize
it could occur to anyone


Monday, April 10, 2017

2.1803 : 4/10/10 : Gut

Hey the next remark
comes down to the gut
are you confused?
focus: eh, what?
cultivate a crop
harvest at the right time
if you want it, age it:
this time's dime
not this year, perhaps
the next
if you are confused, perplexed
look back
and remember
the next chance
will be NEXT


Sunday, April 09, 2017

2.1802 : 4/9/10 : Dumb

Feeling so dumb as moronic vice
tries to suck me in
if I've paid that piper twice
I've paid him ten
resistance so half hearted
it will be a miracle
If I net one step past the place I started
the zero empirical
tired of feeling like there's two
of me stuffed in here
and though I shouldn't rely on you
it makes my path less clear
to be up late here on my own
to wrestle with ideas
whose dark sides seem to have daily grown
and never ever free us


Saturday, April 08, 2017

2.1801 : 4/8/10 : Offense

Taking offense too easily
by people suffering far more than fools like me
and then again is it so hard just not to be vile
but I'm sick, my meter's off, I've lost my style
a good offense, a big stick, better a gun
I feel it getting personal, but you're not anyone
to me, a stranger
sad facts thin, strung on a long line
and me with bigger fish to fry, humping up this incline
So leave it unresolved and sitting on the fence
and if I never glance your way again
please do not take offense


Friday, April 07, 2017

2.1800 : 4/7/10 : No Credit

No credit for you
this is all me
no reflection on me
I'm not strong or mighty
I guess I'll follow through
on the promise so dull
and pray on my way down
something can breach our hull
but if it sinks or rises
no credit for you
you float way up there uninvolved
just like you always do


Thursday, April 06, 2017

2.1799 : 4/6/10 : Decision Double Standard

You've got a nice double standard
when it comes to decisions
Well it's not just decisions
I suppose
I fail it means everything
succeed it means nothing
well I'm well acquainted
with these emperor's clothes
but failing doesn't fix it
it still isn't worth it
such a nice system
tails I lose
and it all ends the same
nobody wins the game
So why in the hell
do you force me to choose?


Wednesday, April 05, 2017

2.1798 : 4/5/10 : No Entrance

Less concerned with getting out
than finding some way in
whatever once seemed clear a while
is drowned out by the din
the noise of pain the clamor
of what shouldn't matter
what people I don't care about
will think about the dust I scatter
It isn't starting now
I feel it in my very bones
searching for something
that nobody sees and no one owns
wanting to be unique
look where it's got me so far
it isn't nothing but
by God it is a low bar


Tuesday, April 04, 2017

2.1797 : 4/4/10 : Up

Up indeed and try to cast
that anxious searching feeling off
ignore the mass of tentacles and eyes
that lingers with a polite cough
there is yours and here is mine
and truly never shall the two meet
I only hope we can be cordial
when passing on a dark street
they say it's all going underwater
they say the desert is on the rise
they say the comet could hit any time
sneak around Jupiter, catch us by surprise
they say the radicals will have a nuke soon
they're gonna blow our asses up
and you say nothing, pointedly eyeing
my grim half finished cup


Monday, April 03, 2017

2.1796 : 4/3/10 : Little Kite

Hey flimsy little kite
made of cheap flimsy stuff
still flies with all its might
hangs tight on winds so rough
you will not last too long
you will get smashed apart
if you were only strong
made with a stout heart
hey little kite up there
don't you know you will crash
don't get used to the air
so soon you'll just be trash
little kite cannot hear
flies up there anyway
and though its end is really near
acts like it's way up there to stay


Sunday, April 02, 2017

2.1795 : 4/2/10 : Good Friday

Radical this and radial that
everyone thinks he as a real great cat
Every Good Friday I say my piece
and pray vainly for my fortunes to increase
ugly pictures of ugly things
that point in the night where the truth stings
maybe it was all crazy just mistakes
maybe all a waste but them's the breaks
but I'll pass these days
and more will come
and it'll make a little sense
not all
but some


Saturday, April 01, 2017

2.1794 : 4/1/10 : 3 Ice Cubes

3 ice cubes can
define a moment
broken promises
a glorious foment
the most important time
I describe the final rhyme


Friday, March 31, 2017

2.1793 : 3/31/10 : Chaos

Chaos reigns in the small hours
chaos reigns in the ivory towers
I dream of an idea that transcends
in a crazy universe where nothing ends
make your movie make your novel
it won't mean much in this hovel
I dream of a day free of obligation
but I don't pretend, I've learned my station
whatever has been sent in the past
tomorrow's open, empty, ho, avast
I'll translate it when the moment comes
I won't remember the context or the sums
that add up to a final reckoning
and I hear the wild calling beckoning


Thursday, March 30, 2017

2.1792 : 3/30/10 : No More

No more
I'm not
the one
it is not
it will not
I've had
I've had
it tough
it isn't
but consider
my state


Wednesday, March 29, 2017

2.1791 : 3/29/10 : Apropos

It would seem to be apropos
that despite knowing exactly where to go
I keep pointing my nose at
where not to
as if by some compulsion
I've got to


Tuesday, March 28, 2017

2.1790 : 3/28/10 : Affect/Effect

No affect: no effect
one last time
this defect
one last time listen to me
if it wasn't so typical
it might be funny
I get a little bit
of my affect back
I need a little bit
of weight off my pack
I can't sustain one more
failed pass
guess I better pray hard
for you to save my ass


Monday, March 27, 2017

2.1789 : 3/27/10 : Vile World

Excuse my belief
in this vile world
it is unjustified
beyond reason
I try as I might
for what it's worth
to fix what I can
in its season
I know you're frustrated
I know how it looks
and I can't show you
and you can't see
I've nothing to say
no excuses here
I do as I must
so secretly


Sunday, March 26, 2017

2.1788 : 3/26/10 : The Path

Irritated by the path I'm set on
dreaming of some other train to get on
knowing it's a dream and a sham
How long can I keep falling for my own scam
I just want to feel it in my bones
And make it happen but I don't have the stones
Am I willing to scratch and beg?
to get the goose to lay a golden egg
If I tried to map the path out would I get it
Maybe it all happened and I chose to forget it


2.1787 : 3/25/10 : End of Lent

The end of lent
end of the fast
I didn't really stick to
whatever: that moment passed
and here comes another
early as it can be
a week to holy Thursday
The final commandment:
Thou shalt be
I haven't got a sum up point
a final online slide
I'm making it up as I go along
I'm taking the dividend
out of my hide
So easy to spin out the verse
so so hard to claim it
I've got another
habit to attend
then I'll come back and
tame it


Friday, March 24, 2017

2.1786 : 3/24/10 : Early Start

Let's get an early early start
on this new deal
All you've got to have is heart
all you have to do is feel
In the middle of the night
I will be peaceful, gone
And while I'm still out of sight
you will hear my song
singing la la la la
la la la
la la la la la
One morning can't make it
not a month and a week
if you're really going to break it
at its terrible peak
It will be a game of ages
of years and years
hope I store up enough pages
for when it crashes 'round my ears


Thursday, March 23, 2017

2.1785 : 3/23/10 : Close Out

Close out to get this
messed up funk
now get it if
you dig this junk
tomorrow allow
stock will change
will turn completely
can't be this one
can't be that
can't seem to find
a well fitting hat
still the picture I saw
was clear as a bell
I've got a heavy damn bag
of flowers to smell


Wednesday, March 22, 2017

2.1784 : 3/22/10 : Windmills

Quixote wasn't fighting the power
or speaking truth to the man
fighting inanimate objects
Is not such an impressive plan
Maybe I will learn this time
to really set down the lance
to really stop tilting the windmills
to really join the real dance


Tuesday, March 21, 2017

2.1783 : 3/21/10 : Hit It

The target's small so is the ball
I can't seem to win my baby
anything at all
I can't hit it, hit it
Why won't I quit it?
Screw the ball and give me a bat
and I will hit that
that carnie's staring at me
with his big ass bear
I think I'd like to set fire to his greased up hair
I can't hit it, hit it
why wont' I quit it?
screw the ball and give me a bat
and I will hit that


Monday, March 20, 2017

2.1782 : 3/20/10 : Stupid Windmills

Stupid windmills just won't come down
a good attitude makes no difference
Whether I believe or not doesn't mean a damn thing
either way out thing down here won't make sense
either way everyone still thinks they're right
everybody's got an answer but me
arguing with everyone who isn't there at all
and why to really bother is a mystery
why to really bother that's a slippery slope
whatever you believe or adhere to
Once upon a time it was so damn simple
all I really wanted was to get near you
Stupid windmills go ahead loom over me
Just another thing that's way beyond my scale
how dumb I used to think I had it all in hand
throw that one on the big heap
for the
fire sale


Sunday, March 19, 2017

2.1781 : 3/19/10 : Turning In

At the moment of humiliation
I see your eyes turning in
Going into a secret place of shame
the end of a road you chose to begin
I'd like five minutes with the guy
that put you in that position
the self-indulgent myth of equity in blows
at least it would be a mission
I can't help anyone so I'm turning in
sorry to whoever across the trackless gulf
I'll pray you aren't consumed by self-hate
and manage to dodge the next wolf


Saturday, March 18, 2017

2.1780 : 3/18/10 : The Wall

No getting over it
it goes to the top
no digging under
it's a hell of a drop
if you punch through the floor
needless to say
there's no door
it is there to stop you
the wall without break
and it stretches 'round the world
and Lord know what's at stake


Friday, March 17, 2017

2.1779 : 3/17/10 : Counterfeits

Comparing fine distinctions
between competing counterfeits
and getting stuck in gloomtown
and hoo the place is the pits
I tell myself the same thing everyday
hard to believe but the alternative's worse
left thinking nothing will ever change
that it is fate or a kind of curse
the rhythm isn't right but I'm stuck with it
at least for a few more lines
I ain't no kind of pretty jungle boy
swinging in on any vines
How can I believe this is the real one
and not some stupid counterfeit
How can I be sure what's happened so far
When you get right down to it


Thursday, March 16, 2017

2.1778 : 3/16/10 : Not Following the Rules

Letting stupid imaginary
people rile me up
sip sip sipping nervously
on the overflowing cup
not following the rules
not sticking to the chart
and carefully avoiding
every impulse to start
it's year after year now
after week after week
don't know what rollercoaster
I'm waiting to peak
taking on water
gladly suffering fools
playing dumb and slow
and not following the rules


Wednesday, March 15, 2017

2.1777 : 3/15/10 : A Digest

Let it be what it is
a digest of missed chances
or some example of
some second fiddle dances
I get these big ideas
then the nights get so late
and I wouldn't have come through
and so soon flows the hate
If you couldn't make me good enough
at least you could have
made me less smart
Shown me less
given me less heart
this digest is depressing me
and now it's there forever
laugh at me using that word
for this forced little


Tuesday, March 14, 2017

2.1776 : 3/14/10 : Will I Remember

Heaven forbid I be back here again
It would be a grim shock a mortal sin
One last wilding
Over and out
a night or two
with K and stout
will I remember
will it matter
will I make this
glass ceiling shatter
Can't tell now
story's not begun
get on with it
at rising sun


Monday, March 13, 2017

2.1775 : 3/13/10 : Push to Close

Get in the middle
and push to close it
the break been and gone
the snap that froze it
it ain't much but
it just keeps coming
someone else keeps strumming
as I push to close the case
and close the book
be done but still
not off the hook


Sunday, March 12, 2017

2.1774 : 3/12/10 : Run Up

Run up run down
push it all and all around
Far behind another day
close enough to plug and play
not so thrilled but
getting there
see all the excuses
Laid bare
waiting for the time to run up
hope I'm dead asleep come sun-up


2.1773 : 3/11/10 : Runway

Drop all your New York references
you were in Georgia just a month ago
Look at this robot with bad alchemy
Look down the runway watch the 15 minutes blow
Dear Lord preserve me from ending up on the runway
well you've done great at that so far
too old too short too fat
too inflexible to bend for any bar
when it gets harder than pulling someone else's teeth
You have to wonder why keep pushing
no reward and the product is unpleasing
and always this feeling something's crushing
probably making something simple complicated
could wrap it up in a New York minute
I can't be happy with succeeding every day
Pretty typical of me now innit


Friday, March 10, 2017

2.1772 : 3/10/10 : The Paradox

This live in the moment paradox
can't it just be an excuse for every bad thing
I guess you turn up with what you've got
but then does the principle mean anything
no matter how I play it will it be wrong
and nothing will really change
hearing the pathology recite that song
guess it's been too long since I felt the real exchange
I need another method very badly
I need a path I can make sense of
I need it obvious need one upside the chops
struck hard and straight with a dense glove
All kind soft things you think you understand
turn out to be all inside out
And the paradox face sure sure draws you in
but behind it's just a yawning pit of doubt


Thursday, March 09, 2017

2.1771 : 3/9/10 : Exit Sign

There's far too little of
every thing that comes to mind
and if I can't see the exit sign
I must be blind
but I've been on that
road less traveled, its bunk too
and the terrible temptation
is to give he paradigm one more act two
want want want and try to
convince myself that's the problem
by the time I face up to the decision
the better windows flew by, I missed them
what a wretched specimen
embarrassed but it's done
And I can't even tell if I
learned anything from this one


Wednesday, March 08, 2017

2.1770 : 3/8/10 : Paradigm

Run in my trick in my book
and still come up short
waited well beyond too long
this time to press abort
I miss the old diary
at least it didn't all have to rhyme
if you want to call on me well
call me the paradigm
what comes next
well it's predictable as hell
at least until tomorrow
guess I'll just pray it turns out well
what a foolish tale
of what redlined my frustration
it's not so complicated
I just need a damn vacation
but all I'll get is
this paradigm revisited
One last time I guess I'll claim
I'm sure the suspense will keep you riveted


Tuesday, March 07, 2017

2.1769 : 3/7/10 : Coattails of March

The lightest possible rain
on the coattails of March
as it breezes through the doorway
thinking I best ingest more starch
and stiffen up for the challenge
having been asked to lead
please be careful what you ask for
for I have a fearsome need
to be a benign dictator
hope you laugh to read the words
how I'll spread the word by silence
led by phalanxes of nerds
we'll create it in our own image
and if it looks like a cartoon
consider please the laser beams
reflecting off mirrors on the moon
reflect we can do anything
reflect we have the power
to ascend the heights of history
and make now our own hour


Monday, March 06, 2017

2.1768 : 3/6/10 : Forgotten Realms

I thought it would be easy
to reverse the flow
from seeming to meaning
from stop to go
I guess I've been so foolish
let so much slide
a thousand flabby verses
from my flabby hide
You know that they spend millions
making shady films
how hard we sweat trying to
bring alive forgotten realms
how I love to daydream
about my perfect bloodless coup
I better tighten up my game
I'm hardly supporting you


Sunday, March 05, 2017

2.1767 : 3/5/10 : Contract

Lord grant me the strength
to tear up the contract
and start over on my own terms
we're burning it all
will smoke or cold kill us first
the original principle: the data that confirms
we are bad at heart
we are bent on destruction
we are helpless but to consume
let me renegotiate
let me pitch a different story
let me see, it begins in a room


Saturday, March 04, 2017

2.1766 : 3/4/10 : Green Mountain

Green Mountain High
and if I die today
well so I die but say
I do recall the waking dream
a view that's good enough to scream
gazing down the precipice
Green mountain and it comes to this:
Give me your hand and we'll ascend
One and one makes three no need to end
no need to court disaster
if every day that passes goes faster
I will sigh
recollect our Green Mountain high
write it over a thousand times
I've got the days I've got the rhymes
we will drive we three
the green mountain road with glee
all glorious bottom to top
no reason to expect we'll stop


Friday, March 03, 2017

2.1765 : 3/3/10 : Fill

Fill the tank just getting there
everyone will stop and stare
watching some insane parade
everybody drink the kool aid
they are no different than me
living out this parody
filling up the hungry tube
just use plenty plenty of lube
Despite it all I'll carry on
deliver you a daily song
yeah, you've heard the thing before
I live with it and still make more
do I crave the limelight stage
to somehow turn to a simpler age
no right now is fine by me
fill today defying entropy


Thursday, March 02, 2017

2.1764 : 3/2/10 : Cynicism is Cowardly

Cynicism is cowardly
So I guess I am a coward
hiding out from hope
thwarting going forward
still I really have a question
where the optimists have gotten us
clear we've crossed a thousand lines
clear God has forgotten us
I know your criticisms
know just what you'll say
slot it with the others
fit into the sad array
I'll try to beat my cynic rap
if that's really your strategy
and though I suspect I'll end up
getting burned in effigy


Wednesday, March 01, 2017

2.1763 : 3/1/10 : Good Advice

Good advice but
it's not really what I'm up for
Why do you think I knocked
over the overflowing cup for
No it's not so easy
not simple at all
blame it on genetics
blame it on the fall
You maybe think some things up
but it's far duller than that
just a blank-eyed staring revelry
floating in the support vat


Tuesday, February 28, 2017

2.1762 : 2/28/10 : Time

Well you gotta do the time: if you want to earn the crime
yeah you've got to pull the switch: if you want to rule the bitch
Sure you have to with through: if you want to show them what you can do
Hey you have to walk the talk: because bullshit will surely balk
My oh my what do you think: that this grim ordeal has led me to the brink
Not at all my brother I'm fresh as breezes: having gotten so sick of my diseases
Once in a while I'll question my lot: want very hard what another has got
I could get shamefaced, not to transform: but pause for a minute and consider the norm
we last six or seven decades maybe eleven: many console in the inimitable doctrine of heaven
but I'm not dependent on it: So much is just all words
that swirl and shift and twist: like unruly flocks of birds
I'm not sure I'll reveal: this crazy desperate appeal
after a day so up and down: I can't find the energy for a frown
I'm thinking of preserving: this strange mood I'm serving
I'm thinking of transgressing: and begging for a blessing
I'll leave it at the steel gates: the paradigm the gold plates
and pass it at the altar: the mules in horse's halter
I'll write it on a dull strip: nothing but a slight slip
and when some trooper finds it: I'm hoping that he binds it
and writes in the grimoire: that some day may well go far
and pierce our cosmic membrane
it's for that each day I train


Monday, February 27, 2017

2.1761 : 2/27/10 : Decision Is Pain

Decision is pain
choose now or later
defer or gain
self promotion or the greater
good as a nation
we ask it all once more
look above your station
see who argues on the floor
I'm so tired of the debates
that rage behind my eyes
and the various estates
that seem to somehow catch me by surprise
I can feel my resolve slipping
knowing I could reel it back
but the drama is so gripping
and I slip up on the slack


Sunday, February 26, 2017

2.1760 : 2/26/10 : Slog

And there's not going to be
any revelations now
no changes of plan
no more lipstick on that sow
It is too late to try and
make this pattern fit
nothing to do but pile on more
as if I were born to it
this slog what a slog
pushing ever forward
I'm feeling every step
regardless what you heard of it
I've made some bad decisions
but I've been led blindly too
and I guess that'll have to hold the dike
for an hour or two


Saturday, February 25, 2017

2.1759 : 2/25/10 : All Game

I heard a man predict the future
would be all game
It sounded like a crazy nightmare
to me, who do I blame
for bringing this estate
the world of all real false
and absolute surveillance
what a hideous waltz
consider that this world
might need less points not more
and I think I'll keep my flesh intact
if the implant racket's what's in store
Less game more play
is what I want to see
real not virtual
real productivity
call me naive
or an old fashioned fool
but I'll put this one to bed
with a plain steel tool


Friday, February 24, 2017

2.1758 : 2/24/10 : Add Up

If I get one thing right, tonight
sure I'll bet
come tomorrow, how's it
going to add up
I heard in no uncertain terms
to count on nothing but the worms
that turn and turn up
like a bad cup
I should be getting past old ritual
finding some new habitual
but I keep going back over what's gone
I should shout back the night
try to get one thing right
and spare nothing but a prayer for what's wrong


Thursday, February 23, 2017

2.1757 : 2/23/10 : Fail Twice

Fail once, fail twice
I lost track before I even got close
I don't take my own advice
Pay no attention to dose
I know what's coming
I could stop it but I know I won't
and I could pass it off, say I'm slumming
but something inside says don't
fail daily, many times
I like to think I'm learning but who know?
when I hear the echo of tinny chimes
I groan oh boy, it's going to be one of those


Wednesday, February 22, 2017

2.1756 : 2/22/10 : Don't Know What I'm Doing

Maybe it can be okay
that I don't know what I'm doing anymore
Who can know tomorrow
but I might as well assume there's a lot of it in store
And it's calling right now
and I guess I'm going to answer right now
I don't know the way
to find out but the day I'm in is going to show me how


Tuesday, February 21, 2017

2.1755 : 2/21/10 : Heroes

My heroes keep dying on me
getting ever closer to home
and the fear comes on the long nights
The electric fear of the big alone
I can't say that they didn't warn me
but a warning's just a thought
while this empty knowing you are gone
is like some new disease I caught
How in the hell am I expected
to take on the extra load
I'm mad at you so angry
that you left me on this road
it's like there's no beginning to it
nor neither any end
everyday these days I just pray to God
not to lose another friend
not to lose another hero
without so much as a note
whisked away like some cruel magic trick
slipped forever in your coat


Monday, February 20, 2017

2.1754 : 2/20/10 : Fooled

Not to get fooled like that
the wizard robe, the pointed hat
makes no sense, has no history
and why I'd write another word about it
is a mystery


Sunday, February 19, 2017

2.1753 : 2/19/10 : Tough Act

It's a tough act to follow
ordinary words ring hollow
before the stage of light the world of tales
the Prince, the repertoire with which he regales
I guess I lie say nothing can stop me
truth is I'm a one-off and there's no copy
and I just pray I can live up in my own way
and I just pray I can hold on and stay
I've about had it with this tough act
I'm just a country boy and that's a fact
but I'm here and I'm not going anywhere
at least not quietly no I'll make everybody stare
if they try to drag me away from you
well lord they'll find that a tough act too


2.1752 : 2/18/10 : Insanity

I suppose I'm past pretending
that the themes I set are ending
it's a nice definition of insanity
but it's not much help
if you're already crazy


Friday, February 17, 2017

2.1751 : 2/17/10 : Worm Guts

Sick of trying to hack apart the worm
in the guts of the meat machine
something tightly coiled around my
convinces me we can do anything
That's so damn contrary
to what anyone can see
my inner cynic has to laugh out loud
well he may be a coward
Some days that seems better
to standing out in the crowd


Thursday, February 16, 2017

2.1750 : 2/16/10 : Motivation

What the hell does motivation mean
Where is the engine that's supposed to
be pushing
Should I be looking for a real good
guru, is this supposed to be some
burning bush thing
I swear I'm sick of this sickness and
that was supposed to do the trick
do I need to make a list or try
to get real pissed or just wait for
the gear to click
they sell it dear in the marketplace
you can get it on a poster or paperweight
I feel bad but I can't help but think
If I just had a little scratch I could
just delegate
whatever isn't right here, right
now well it's never and nowhere
or so I tell myself while I try
to tell myself that I
really really care


Wednesday, February 15, 2017

2.1749 : 2/15/10 : Suppose

What do I suppose I'm
looking for
as I sing myself another stumble
out the door
in another day or two
the grip of old vice will dwindle
leaving me to contemplate
slow revolutions
'round the spindle
It's not chore or
burden really
to crank out hymns
of night
but I suppose
that it's no substitute
for getting it right


2.1748 : 2/14/10 : World of Love

You dear and you alone
You introduced me to a World of Love
as it is here in the mud
so it is in the heavenly above
no matter how bad it gets
we can persist in our world of love
and it will fill and feel and fill us
fit us like a hand in glove
I'm not looking for anyone
I am unmoved by the tears of a dove
we're here in reality
it's okay: we're in a world of love
and I'll want more every day
I just cannot get enough
that's okay there's always more
because we live in a world of love


Monday, February 13, 2017

2.1747 : 2/13/10 : Damaged Goods

Everybody has a secret
everyone's lost in the woods
No one gets out without deep scars
all of us are damaged goods

Scared to take the medication
scared to tell our loved one what
monsters haunt our midnight creeping
Fears that gather like a clot

One day maybe when the world's done
and the universe is still
no more turning 'round the center
no more sentience, or acts of will

The great hand will wipe the slate clean
and the truth will be revealed
the damage in our souls is beauty
jewels placed on a level field


Sunday, February 12, 2017

2.1746 : 2/12/10 : Objective Morality

Objective morality
good luck with that one
Your tactic's fairly obvious
and you're quite low on fun
sick of everyone's agenda
sick or rhetoric
love to see the ceasing of it
if I could just get sick of being sick
If I could just dispel the darker half
if I could just accept my lot
if I could just give up my lust for wealth
as easily as you take your cheap shot
I shouldn't let it get my hackles up
it's just another song and dance
if's just another Dr. Blah blah blah
and everyone deserves their chance


Saturday, February 11, 2017

2.1745 : 2/11/10 : Hate

This world is filled with
garbage that I hate
and I don't deal with it well
I get irate
I grind my teeth
I yell inside my brain
my eyes bug out
I'm sure I look insane
someone might come along
and hate the the things I do
I hope I hope I hope it isn't you
but if it was I'd stop
not write another word
I'd sit all day and
wonder what you heard
Sometimes I look
and hate the things I've done
and by the looks of things
I'm not the only one


Friday, February 10, 2017

2.1744 : 2/10/10 : Brick Wall

Like a brick wall
across the fast lane
to reaction time
no future but pain
It's one way to
stop on a dime
to do a one eighty
to travel through time
I don't care if I
can't walk away from the crash
I just want so bad to toss
this into history's trash


Thursday, February 09, 2017

2.1743 : 2/9/10 : The Decade

You might get eight or nine or ten
No matter what anybody says
It will never come again
What may be who knows it's moot
dream of the decade
save for a new suit
one for the wedding one for the grave
I'd love to be a good example
but I can't figure out who to save
but I can't salvage
this train wreck verse
thanks anyway for trying to
scare me with the hearse


Wednesday, February 08, 2017

2.1742 : 2/8/10 : Cycles

And so the cycles start to
spin out again
and everything that's being
has already been
rush rush rush
to oblivion
Oh it's been such a long
sad times
since I was a favorite son
but I guess that I
refuse to submit
to the idea that the cycles
are the best I can get
seems certain disappointment
to want to save the world
but I'd rather be disappointed
than leave my freak flag unfurled


Tuesday, February 07, 2017

2.1741 : 2/7/10 : What Did You Ever Do For Me

You leave your begging sign
hung out 24/7
pledge a thousand dollars
guarantee your place in heaven
But what did you
ever do for me?
You barely know I exist
and you ignored my
So I'm not gonna
worry how you'll fare
Let the rest of them down here
stumble forth and stare
You remind me far too much of me
and what have I ever
really done for me?


Monday, February 06, 2017

2.1740 : 2/6/10 : Something Different

If there isn't something different in the box this time
I have sworn I'll turn this bus around upon a dime
And if I roll this mother on that hairpin switch
Depending if I walk away from that wild pitch
I've spent a good part of my life behind a desk
I've not been writing novels, or elegizing an arabesque
I've sure as hell not been finding something different
And lately my pages seem like just another place I vent


Sunday, February 05, 2017

2.1739 : 2/5/10 : Bang My Head

I think I'd maybe like to
bang my head against this wall
until I'm dumb enough to think
that I could really have it all
that I'm as likely as the next guy
that it's not all bought and sold
that my perceptions are not
speeding up how fast I'm getting old
I bang my head against
ephemera that shifts and slides
convinced that somewhere in the
middle is the nut where all truth hides
I'm not exactly getting dumber
but a little easy to predict
If I had planned it all out better
I'm not sure this is the wall
I would have picked


Saturday, February 04, 2017

2.1738 : 2/4/10 : What Really Matters

What really matters is well what really does?
Knew back in the good old days whenever that was
or maybe somewhere in the future's bright arc
we'll find the math at last, get out of the dark
There is an awful lot of pain and dismay
Things so bad I cannot face go on every day
I wish for money and for all fancy things
A maid to clean the mess up while I snatch for brass rings
What I was taught matters tells me it's a false path
But doesn't tell me how to want the road of less wrath
And I guess that I should clean whatever mess I can find
But it seems so very much more always stays left behind


Friday, February 03, 2017

2.1737 : 2/3/10 : Minutes

Spending minutes like they're printing more
don't even know what I'm avoiding anymore
No not another no not more of this
I'd rather have the razzmatazz the piece of piss
Why me let us dishonor our brothers
look at the excessive fucked in the headness of others
What the hell is wrong with these people?
I need to rise above but it's a steep hill
I need to rise above but I feel sick
I need to be the man but I feel like a dick
and the minutes pass not caring how I fare
So much more easy to waste away than to dare


Thursday, February 02, 2017

2.1736 : 2/2/10 : Postmodern

The beginning had begun to end but we didn't know it
whoever felt the cold touch didn't want to show it
the slow collapse had just begun
what comes after postmodern, we said:
fun, fun, fun
And the sun had set on easy money
for your friendly free agent poet
So is this the age of Pisces or Taurus or what
The seer had no desire to say what she saw
when the iron door shut
the disposition of the scales spoke louder than words
and the invisible finger wrote "cull the herds"
and I heard somebody finally say, man
this is a canyon not a rut
3 years after the high tide broke you know
I appeared on the scene
the prince of all who borrowed fat against
tomorrow's lean
You won't be laughing when you see my face
or grasp what it really is I aim to replace
You better place your bets: in ten short years
That slate will show, hideously clean


Wednesday, February 01, 2017

2.1735 : 2/1/10 : 1999

can you believe we were more innocent?
and then how hard things hit
and what a dent
and it seems all kinds of time
flew through such a little hole
tell ourselves an ending's
not the same thing as a goal
won't pretend it's scientific
but the cycle's flashy crash
surely predestined this outcome
innocence under the lash


Tuesday, January 31, 2017

2.1734 : 1/31/10 : Ego

If it's not about ego
then what drives ambition
I posed that to the queen
but to me she won't listen
sister's young enough to be my little sister
if you see her say
in another life I missed her
Everyone of us has got ego
and you know you know oh hoh
Yeah you know
a hard enough bite
will chase a little away
It'll all be back at you
another day


Monday, January 30, 2017

2.1733 : 1/30/10 : Ascent

Ascent too slow
trying to keep the blood from
a hard road
doing nothing and that's toiling
rising through
strata of aching pain
hope to God not to ascend
to the same old thing again


Sunday, January 29, 2017

2.1732 : 1/29/10 : Spikes

Some spikes go
right down
through the
I should be
something but
it's so hard
to hear
over the
the burning
the creak
of sinews bone
and muscles
that suddenly


Saturday, January 28, 2017

2.1731 : 1/28/10 : Black and Red and White

Black and red and white all over
I need a ton of white out to cover up the past
Not a good day, not a nice date
Not the imagined and glorious repast
There's no covering the errors that were
much less those to come
yet it seems the days stretch forth
Yes it seems I've still got some
I can't apologize so I will just hope
to find tomorrow what I could not today
and if it comes and I hope it comes
oh I will say thank you
I will say hooray


Friday, January 27, 2017

2.1730 : 1/27/10 : Guardian

Playing the guardian but
feeling so much more helpless than I thought
And feelings aren't even worth
considering and all the while I sought
Some little corner for myself
where I could just curl up and dream
a world where I've still got the touch and
things are not so much what they seem
am I shirking my job as the guardian
as I try to fix what's falling apart
my demon says there's always more to come
my angel says anything's a start
and a Power I don't trust has to be in charge
of guarding everything I can't
pray despite myself for protection
pray You don't accidentally smash this little ant


Thursday, January 26, 2017

2.1729 : 1/26/10 : Deep

Everything's so deep
you can't even see if anything
is at the bottom of it all
is worth the ruthless harrowing
what am I thinking of
how on earth to continue or stop
the dream always comes to the same
calamitous and unseen drop
and the falling that comes
is into an unreal deep
for this I run to secret worlds
for this I flee from sleep


Wednesday, January 25, 2017

2.1728 : 1/25/10 : Useful Information

So much useful information
at your fingers who can sleep
who can work who can get it on
I guess it'll all have to keep
I've got no idols no mentors
though I can't say I'm alone
but I work all day with the information
and nobody ever calls me on the phone
oh who can sleep
who can work who can get it on
I guess you could try to stuff
all the information into a song
if I pulled the plug on the information
tried to put my faith in my intuition
if I planted every seed I laid hands on
who knows what would come to fruition?


working things out on paper

So ends A Song a Day volume 2.10, Notebook 23.

The recollection of volume 2.11, Black n' Red, commences without hesitation.


Tuesday, January 24, 2017

2.1727 : 1/24/10 : Ache

I'm getting better
but there's still this ache
however perfect yesterday
there's always the next mistake
so if I seem to e
spinning my wheels all day
I am just killing time
vainly trying to wish the ache away
guess I could take a pill
or see some sort of doctor
where is fortuna now
my muse crept up and clocked her
I'll make my own luck now
and just ignore its singing
trick out my new show pony
now take what I am bringing


Monday, January 23, 2017

2.1726 : 1/23/10 : All the Angles

It is apparent from all the angles
that I am full of it
and soon will receive my reward
I am guilty of the
unbelievable crime
of coveting treasure
where treasure's stored
I am guilty of wanting solitude
I am guilty of
wanting the long goodbye
and I know it is pathetic
and I know
I am being that guy
but all the angles
have baffled
my dazzled sight
and now I'm fighting
a duller battle
try like hell not to
stay up all night


Sunday, January 22, 2017

2.1725 : 1/22/10 : Convention

Try hard to break with convention
find I shake at just the mention
of things I said I was stronger than
the dumb lack of a longer plan
I only want to loosen up
believe in the o'erflowing cup
the way things are it seems more awful
Who dies while I stuff my craw full
my lines plod like an organ's grind
and always too much in my mind
it's my convention to dwell on it
I'd love to wale like hell on wit
and rhetoric slogans and cant
but my own concrete hightops daunt
and I succumb to one last turn
convention's wheel: I pull the lynch pin


Saturday, January 21, 2017

2.1724 : 1/21/10 : Feeling the Edge

Feeling the edge again
wanting just a little more
and a moment longer
haven't I learned anything
haven't I grown even a little stronger
I suppose I know what I've ever known
it's all up to me
but who does it come down to that it
feels so unsatisfactory
you know the feeling when
all you're arguing with is you
and there's nothing left to say about it
but to figure out just what you're going to do


Friday, January 20, 2017

2.1723 : 1/20/10 : Pessimism

Had to feel good about
being the most popular pessimist
I'd be much better off
to ignore but I can't resist
but things must really endure
because the tide's not going to wait
and it will sweep you into chaos
in a moment if you hesitate
We've pulled it off before
I guess we could one last
the long term doesn't look so hot
but by then my time will be past
and if I think of something
better I will write a book
but I wouldn't lay a bet on that
so kindly let me off the hook


Thursday, January 19, 2017

2.1722 : 1/19/10 : Daze

In a daze from
failure extreme
I rose as if
from a dream
and found what
crumbs were left
to salvage
from the treble clef
I can hardly justify
a claim
I'll do better in tomorrow's name
too many irons
so little time
but turning inward at this point
is sure no crime


Wednesday, January 18, 2017

2.1721 : 1/18/10 : What Belongs in the Box

What belongs in the box tonight?
Tonight for sure in the box
Representing another another and another
representing the bullshit walks
What will be interred in the box tonight
the obvious breakdown of literal truth
try hard to explain myself
my glib responses come out uncouth
You and me in the box tonight
now just me functionally alone
There will be no further discourse there
there will be no call on the phone
in a very little while
the box will be neatly in the trash
perhaps to be exhumed someday
long after there's no longer
a trace of any splash


Tuesday, January 17, 2017

2.1720 : 1/17/10 : A Moment

I must make a moment
of this moment
here and now
a story that I'll try
to tell truthfully
Someday, somehow
but not tonight
that tale must be for later
just a moment
here and now I
still must be the instigator
So long I tried to say goodbye
to the secret world
while my thoughts
modeled the cosmos
as it slowly slowly whirled
around some hypothetical
a point just in my mind
I don't know this feeling
growing within
I can only hope it's kind
the day will come
to revisit it all
when all my resolutions falter
when I fell I'm up against
a wall
a moment just a moment
that will come
I'll remember it just fine
and call it mine
and then play dumb


Monday, January 16, 2017

2.1719 : 1/16/10 : Golden

golden that's how I feel
so sweet
and hey what will be
will be
Things are not so different now
I've made a bed
And I'm dying to sleep in it


Sunday, January 15, 2017

2.1718 : 1/15/10 : Too Quiet

Too long too slow too quiet
Today nothing to say just slow and tired
enough to just set must aside
today I'm not too thrilled about the ride


Saturday, January 14, 2017

2.1717 : 1/14/10 : End All War (2)

If I can't sing a song strong enough
to end all war then what am I good for
If I can't sing a song strong enough
to end all war then what am I good for
what am I good for what am I good for
everything we pour down the war tube
and what grinds out is predictable
and how it pays is despicable
I can't help feeling despite all my reeling that
I never did enough to stop it the ball and how we drop it
the ball and how we drop it
the ball and how we drop it
And if I can't sign a song strong enough
to end all war then what am I good for
What am I good for?
What am I good for?
What am I good for?


Friday, January 13, 2017

2.1716 : 1/13/10 : What the FXck

It ain't gonna get any better is it
too late to go wild
too big to fail
I guess I'm going to miss it
too many times
I've no stomach to fake confidence
or act as if
I've got it figured out
when in every sense
I'm on the fence
So what the fuck then
why say another word
When everything is in the air
get this: so little
though I may have hope
stone tragically
I still care


Thursday, January 12, 2017

2.1715 : 1/12/10 : Grand Master

Lucky star come round again
for the grand master
pray to God it don't take up 40 years
to clear this small disaster
put into perspective not many
have much cause to complain
but then again, then again
we all feel pain
25 years on the streets of New York
you have to wonder how a man survives
from the bomb to the camp through
the towers fall
must be he really has 9 lives
to needs so very little to live
a little pencil and paint and pen
and I am reeling in my lack
what's holding me back again
all I can do is push through
maybe someday find my own broadcaster
hope I'm better by then
hope I'm a grand master


Wednesday, January 11, 2017

2.1714 : 1/11/10 : The Con

I've got a feeling I'm
still somewhere in the
middle of the long con
I can't figure out who's
grifting who
and I'm sure no paragon
just once just once
let me end
the rules only I'm to blame for
I dream of where it all comes
but get more or less what I came for


Tuesday, January 10, 2017

2.1713 : 1/10/10 : Resolution

I try to cultivate the resolute
in the midst of long goodbyes
and seeming craps shoots
and memories of lost opportunities
can't get them back
but you can battle the disease
of sliding scales
and shifting goals
and restlessly bouncing between the poles
of resolution and
quick fix backsliding
in a year who knows I could be gliding
high above a decade of
lukewarm conceit
to nail even one factor
would be very neat
I think it best gets
left at that
to seek my resolution
and hang up that hat


Monday, January 09, 2017

2.1712 : 1/9/10 : Elusive

The teacher is elusive
and the theory I am told
is it means I am not ready
well if I may be so bold
that's pretty damn convenient
for the one who's meant to teach
why not spend another year or five
reclining on the beach
oh I guess you are not ready yet
otherwise I'd be there
guess you need a little time to stew
I meant to say to prepare
I am ready damn your eyes
I am ready now for years
to hell with you and your excuses
call me when that creep appears


Sunday, January 08, 2017

2.1711 : 1/8/10 : That Transcends

No passion or hope for
a moment that transcends tonight
do it now do it fast
about the same chance it seems to get it right
maybe I'll be an old man someday
looking back at it all
but it's so hard to imagine
I'll be on the other side of this wall
Maybe there's no such thing
as a human truth that transcends
every thing we build falls
every empire we've started, ends
but oh lucky me I don't
really have to rise above
do my best right now
no genius but a little bit of love


2.1710 : 1/7/10 : Hard

Nothing was coming easy
it was all going hard
times were tough as nails
for any independent bard
run out of passion
for all but the meanest vices
and knowing far within
that I would hate to pay their prices
it'll be better soon
is it a prayer or wishful thinking
it'll be better soon
not for staying up or drinking
What can we do with hard times
but wait the bastards out
it was all that I could do
that night just to suspend my doubt


Friday, January 06, 2017

2.1709 : 1/6/10 : Windows

Barely bearable half hour
to watch and listen to a dead friend's voice
and see the lovely view
he had from his Icelandic windows
and be glad for that, at least
Too alone another night
and wishing i could speak
face to face one last time
wishing it could be many times,
any times
but there's no one to speak to
and no windows in this room


Thursday, January 05, 2017

2.1708 : 1/5/10 : Four Winds

Four winds if failure
From every side
There was no repair I had
to let the whole thing slide


Wednesday, January 04, 2017

2.1707 : 1/4/10 : Cusp

on the cusp
no longer breaking rules
not by any fine dominion
just the moment's glistening jewels
the strange origin of epiphany
it was there so plain to see
tearing down all false
and compromised
and her in a
on true day
a true song
was comprised


Tuesday, January 03, 2017

2.1706 : 1/3/10 : Grind

I'd call it a grind indeed
Grindstone's what we carry on our backs
in a bowl of scouring need
one day we'll be fine enough to fall through the cracks
is it all in clean living doc?
jumping jacks and wheat grass juice
punching one after another clock
eschewing whats good for the goose
I want my little vices so much now
I want my little comfort fetish
known it won't take its final bow
Still I dream of it with what seems relish
maybe it's the same just every time
maybe there's just no dodging the grind
maybe every little slide is not a crime
maybe its really all just in my mind


Monday, January 02, 2017

2.1705 : 1/2/10 : Bow

Barely made one choice today
to late too fake anyway
but I've got one for you now:
forget it take the bow
Not a thing to recommend this decade
we saw the really ugly side of the parade
guess who's paying all us regular slumps
born for fodder, the aristos' chumps
getting old fashioned back to that old schtick
watch the sad spectacle, trying to learn a new trick
Guess that bow better be over, get me gone
grim but I suppose another will soon be along


Sunday, January 01, 2017

2.1704 : 1/1/10 : A First

I hoped that I'd get better soon
and ten years flew by
another big digit
early riser say your goodbye
a few more nails to pound in
another rough verse to
drive the Big Sound in
but some things don't change
baby it's still you and me
against the world and now
a little man makes three
perfect union a fine paradise
when it's hard it's brutal
but oh sometimes so nice
dozens of days and yet
I slot right back in
could it be by God
today I'm truly ready to begin
cliches don't scare me
I'm full fit to burst
nothing's ever perfect
but I'll call this a first