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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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
anymore
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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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2.1808 : 4/15/10 : Enough Again

Maybe tomorrow
maybe
tomorrow and tomorrow and
tomorrow
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

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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

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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
person
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

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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

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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

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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
December

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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

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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

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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

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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?

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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