2.4613 : 12/19/17 :12 Day

12 Day Countdown

big reveal

most clicked context

how will I feel

better start plotting

making lists

Count my chickens

and book those final trysts

what

2.4612 : 12/18/17 : The Master List

The monotony

forever in my heart

I know one thing

today I didn't start

the master list

the big to do

I blame it all

on the paycheck

but it's really down on me

and my stiff neck

what

2.4611 : 12/17/17 : Pin Drop

What's next

the pin drop

what failed

the Big Pop

what's right

not much son

half baked

and all done

what

2.4610 : 12/16/17 : Rapid Failure

Rapid failure

I don't care to explain

took a detour

on behalf

of the lower brain

if that's the

word for it exactly

at this point

I'm just acting

what

2.4609 : 12/15/17 : Old Time Hokum

Nothing much real

on the big screen these days

Feels like the fantasy is darker

just a cartoon anyway

Guess it's just the new time

version of the old time hokum

the bad boys grin and grimace

well they got 'em so they smoke 'em

and it aways wraps up

in lots of the flashy booms

but me I like the moody

interludes in quiet tombs

and facts that add up

choices that matter

Get drowned in the hokum

that's all hit and splatter

what

2.4608 : 12/14/17 : Thought Word

I need to break the

pattern

so bad

the world's gone

mean-angry

hateful

and mad

oh how to be

that change

we need

failing such in

thought word

and deed

what

2.4607 : 12/13/17 : Enjoy the Fantasy

Already mad

but will I ever get even

think about blowing up

think about leaving

Piss on my desk

Fly both free birds high

goodbye fellow fools goodbye

Enjoy the fantasy

While you may

Some seven hours hence

Sure enough another day

And I'm eating what I'm served

with a dead false smile

and that's all I'll have to say

for a while

what

2.4606 : 12/12/17 : Aspect

Still stumped looking

for a better aspect

Solely for me

get free

of ever stance I reject

When I hitch my

wagon up

to the unchanging Tao

I'm going to finally tap

the limitless potential

of the hear and now

what

2.4605 : 12/11/17 : Background Radiation

Somewhere the notion

faded back into

who knows how

into the

background radiation

and me too tired to

chase behind

and nothing really

on my mind

what

2.4604 : 12/10/17 : Tapped

Thinking I'm tapped

but then I always think I'm tapped

and so the heap grows

always a little

sparkle in the scrap

hardly a mission

hardly a plan

and my choices of words

mark me as a confused man

and the dull, the grind

commands way too much

of my mind

guess I'm a natural cog

but so why do I still flog

this rusty spluttering tap

shrug off the questions

close the book: snap

what

2.4603 : 12/09/17 : Someone Else's Business

Early rising and not

the ironic kind

and not happy about

the reasons behind

Someone else's business

my too large role in it

Hope to tell by the time

this sees light I'll

have found the hole in it

and busted free

I wish I found my own plank

Something worth

getting up early for

You would surely hear my thanks

what

2.4602 : 12/08/17 : The Credits

Might be in denial

this might be

the long haul

no twist before

the credits

nothing eventual

might be missing the point

still looking for

the either or

dry drowning in

this answer sea

and telltale taps

beneath the floor

what

2.4601 : 12/07/17 : The Hedge

Don't want to think

about the big dark

don't want to think

about the small spark

don't want to

drag this to the edge

hang the fiddle up

and jump the hedge

what

2.4600 : 12/06/17 : Kicking

So when do I start kicking back?

rally from this sneak attack

When do I run up the flag?

One man party always stag

I tried my best at being done

settle for the stick a little weekend fun

not sure who was fooled by my act

maybe all I saw was tact

Still unconvinced I've got a play

I say I'll kick off any day

the stance collapsed by ten o' clock

another day kicking it in drydock

what

2.4599 : 12/05/17 : Stance

Change stance

challenge for tomorrow

What won't come natural

naturally will have to borrow

speak light

display a brighter spirit

not exactly faking

and perhaps will get near it

what is the stance

it's heading somewhere

panning the silt

the gold is in there

patience purpose

practice and zeal

Kept close to me what for

something I'll know when I feel

what

2.4598 : 12/04/17 : Bailing

I'm bailing

like a rat

on a haycart

on fire

out of the

smoky stack

tumble

down the tire

rush to some

mild indulgence

hope for an

early bed

maybe tomorrow

turn the whole earth

on its head

what

2.4597 : 12/03/17 : Just Timing

Falling asleep on

my post

sign of my

duress

Known a scion

of privilege

but I'm

in genuine

distress

but it's so

dull

always banging

along

Feels like

it's maybe just timing

but hey

there's the gong

what

2.4596 : 12/02/17 : Work Dumb

I worked hard as J.S. Bach

but lacked genius and discipline

is it virtuous to work hard and dumb

jeeze kid ain't you been listening

rats don't race for grace

for any just light to move toward

they just fight in the bloody scrum

and no no other way forward

so along we gadabout

piling up the next mass extinction

this ain't no job for homeopathy

or weak moss intinction

love to get working smart

in some pleasant hive of resistance

but remain lowly, work dumb

and sing my silly

rhyme of persistence

what

2.4595 : 12/01/17 : A Cave

The past is getting deeper

and the hill is getting steeper

I'm not getting

the any younger

but I sure do not feel wiser

am I sawing on my own branch

Shoot my foot off down at the ranch

do I drift another hour

ghost the realm an early riser

do I drift

or drop

does this fun

ever stop

do I need a hobby

or to get woke

I dreamed a cave

and what within it

spoke

what

2.4594 : 11/30/17 : PLOT

I fall before your beauty

and the crisis

of your absence

I quail at my turbid

little mudhole

pool of nonsense

do I deserve

to catch a break

Such a half-tryer

such a fake

and now the memories

of the memories

are old

whatever once was

lukewarm

is surely now

crypt cold

and will never

flower again

So I must find a new plot

that by god I

better tend

it may well be

the last I've got

what

2.4593 : 11/29/17 : I Tried to Be a Ray of Light

one of these days

can I just stop

trying trying trying

never even caught sight

of the top

but I can taste the

foul and rust

sifting up from the bottom

You talk about fear

and loathing

hell yes I got them

It's just whining

I'm a whiny

little man

another cart of dross

to try to stuff

in the trash can

I tried to be a ray of light

for half a

thousand days

and who really cares

if neither one pays

what

2.4592 : 11/28/17 : ice crash

Try to imagine

flow and circle

fastfall and whirlpool

the crest and

the mighty ice crash

up the North Coast

Northlight flash

Star glory so far

from all city lights

So many thoughts

Shone out on lonely nights

and here now

how'd I get here

not alone

but so far from clear

feeling limited

So circumscribed

pining and wandering

What I had just described

what

2.4591 : 11/27/17 : Harsh

Don't get harsh

with myself

I still need rest

adversity

this feeling of constant test

it's possible

to be fortunate

and still

struggle for real

but tomorrow

for all that

this day has

lost its appeal

what

2.4590 : 11/26/17 : Grain

Haven't started yet

and the novelty is worn out

spun it all out in my mind

and sure it will be born out

nothing we haven't seen before

hardly worth describing

won't be any revelations

later on inscribing

big picture doesn't mean much

in the midst of earnest struggle

hoping only for a grain

of golden insight I might smuggle

what

2.4589 : 11/25/17 : Jelly Bean

Wait for the last

jellybean

to kick in

anybody else

got an opinion

to stick in

hope it's on the mend

that's all I've

got to send

Step back

slot the last

brick in

what

2.4588 : 11/24/17 : Slower

The message loud and clear:

everything: slower

drop back

dull down

come in lower

nothing wasted if in time

you hit the

sweet spot

you can curse what's

offered but

you'll still

get what you've got

what

2.4587 : 11/23/17 : Pass

This too this too

shall pass

that was a joke

a lark a gas

the best medecine they say

long as I don't laugh too hard

well I never said

I was all that much

of a bard

what

2.4586 : 11/22/17 : Twist

Hip hooray what you

got cooking up for me

in the plot twist

not thinking riches no

no mountaintop mentors

getting enlighten-blissed

here's me hoping for dull

a few hours lost off schedule

orders to feast light

here's to never knowing

if it's same-town coming

or the start of the next

long night

what

2.4585 : 11/21/17 : Last Ditch

Yelled for something new

not at all what I meant

like I've got to tell you

hate to say you've got a cruel bent

praying for another

turnaround last ditch

hoping but hopeless

hope you think it's all a stitch

how long now how many

nasty surprises

supposed to be trying to thank it up

for your stingy backhand prizes

think I'll leave it sour and raw

throw the thanks

right in your craw

another dirty trick

I'm fed right up with

your schtick

what

2.4584 : 11/20/17 : Taut

Taut like a drum

gluttonous and dumb

want to sing with a new voice

don't know where to get some

magic and grace

hipsunk in the rat race

a charicature

dumb look on my face

dim thoughts chase the rut

no-trick-learning old mutt

only Queen Mab on my mind

let her tell me what's what

what

2.4583 : 11/19/17 : The Skew

Fix the skew

and square the corners

though if I let it all collapse

think there'd

be no mourners

Still can't fathom

What the hell's the play here

just trying to

make ends meet

and stay clear

what

2.4582 : 11/18/17 : The Boys

Let the boys play

get out of the way

and I will try

for a quick decay

to the resting state

what

2.4581 : 11/17/17 : Churn

Everything changes

but is it just churn

object or purpose

destination or return

and my own little transit

through the greater mess

does it matter how I feel

is it worth calling my distress?

what

2.4580 : 11/16/17 : Book Coal

Book coal because God help me

it's still a commodity

Anybody left upstream

won't we be an oddity

So smart and so dumb

in strangely staggered measures

such equal parts obsessed with

and oblivious to our treasures

the rich are all nobodies

the thin edge of the wedge

the most obtuse ideology

dumb enough to call it a hedge

while the same damn sickle

mowed them all down alike

burned the dirtiest vein of coal

to build an electric bike.

what

2.4579 : 11/15/17 : Bounce

Just want to

spitball a couple

big new ideas

and bounce

quick fucking up

get stinking rich

lose about

a quarter ounce

maybe get

real spiritual

happy poor

and tripping balls

all make believe

sure I'll be working

and bouncing

right off all the walls

what

2.4578 : 11/14/17 : Subsumed

How deep am I subsumed

in this mess devised

or maybe accreted

of flotsam comprised

well past mere backtrack

have to forge a trail

already packed to the corners

sure a sad travail

nice word maybe

a little on the nose

lost in the weeds

the words the prose

like to find a new angle

but for now for here

it's a matter of momentum

and not much to steer

what

2.4577 : 11/13/17 : Found

If I could get found

like the sheep I am

where would I get put

long last of the I am

Would you put me in a pen

or out to pasture

Will I graze grateful

On till my last year

What do I want

adventure? or content

how do I really feel?

like a bag of wet cement

what

2.4576 : 11/12/17 : Trip

Trip tripping again

lost my place

with a pen

So it happens

sometimes

these aren't sins

these aren't crimes

Oh who am I

trying to convince

and what the hell am

I trying to call

evidence

what

2.4575 : 11/11/17 : Flesh and Blood

Flesh and blood

passed across

hand to hand

Sweat blood

trying to imagine

reaching across

the divide

the vanished land

wish you would

tap my shoulder

breathe me one clue

feeling like

it's mostly wrapped up

only hoping

it's untrue

what

2.4574 : 11/10/17 : King's Road

The world went to sleep

and me too along

though alone

and without lying down

perhaps on the

King's road

at last this once

I will chance on

the golden crown

what

2.4573 : 11/9/17 : Pedestal

Another luck loser star

knocked off the pedestal

maybe OK to be nonentity

try harder to eat my vegetables

bumped myself into twilight time

digging at the sore

of why we're so often awful

of trying not to think what's in store

what

2.4572 : 11/8/17 : Scraps

The scraps you smash

through the narrowing slats

don't feel precious

well how about that

The time torrents gushing

both arms to the crooks

write about that

they can read it in books

autumn rolls up its sleeves

shrugs its shoulders way north

casting cold of its eaves

flexes once and goes forth

and I mess with my scraps

bend the line to a loop

someday I'll join the curve

boy won't I get the scoop

what

2.4571 : 11/7/17 : Spin

All I see is the circles

all I see is the spin

turning ever inward

more always spirals in

all I know about the future

it's going to take us by surprise

and whoever tells you other

is the father of all lies

what

2.4570 : 11/6/17 : Bid

What am I bid

For a clapped out night

sold and resold

withered with blight

dark times again

not all in my head

none to shout sold

bag I'm holding instead

what

2.4569 : 11/5/17 : Haywire

like all the

other weather

gone haywire

the cloud of evil

in a mire

in the gyre

circling and

circling

might just stay

and how the hell

do you blow it

away

what

2.4568 : 11/4/17 : Happy Hour

Spent my happy hour

like a happy buck

don't have to like me

but admit I've got pluck

I'll roll it up soon

but here's to you my friends

and this winding path that seldom

goes where anyone intends

what

2.4567 : 11/3/17 : Tame

Think i might be

fully tame

ask: how'd it happen

look for:

who to blame

so sad because

thought I was so wild

When you get so much

closer to being dead

than a child

do I want to

bust off the reservation

damn appropriationist

this is no

vacation

no manifesto

no hot art take

just another tame one

just a fake

what

2.4566 : 11/2/17 : Old Hat

Tired of this

tired of that

tired of tired

but that trick's old hat

should make a difference

but don't

should make me kick my spurs

but I won't

probably too late

to go sniffing up my sleeve

predictably nothing there

and I'd best just leave

but I'm not doing it

going to grind out the light

stay the crazy course

lucky if I don't stay up all night

what

2.4565 : 11/1/17 : HARP

This plodding harp

this dumb hum

and dad gum

how long can you milk

the persist refrain

the monotony

of a box freight crane

what I've been gathering

doesn't play

I recall no dreams

dark mornings blast away

only cobwebs behind

tangling up the harp

was I really once potent

was I ever sharp.

what

2.4564 : 10/31/17 : IOTA

Spent not an

iota left

in the bank

best to give right in

 

2.4563 : 10/30/17 : Mirage

Circle that mirage

like a sunstunned leopard

sure as hell could

Use a good shephard

or just a flare up

that I'm free to go

trying to hold it steady

because I may never know

what

2.4562 : 10/29/17 : Seamless

Just cold rain

not quite winter

plug end days

to weld and sinter

not quite seamless

not much of a whole

dead leaves falling

farside of the maypole

what

2.4561 : 10/28/17 : Deep Past

Drift into deep past

dream to break free at last

Why should the moments hold tight

waiting for the tale to get told right

day's hard work bank the fire

done and done get to retire

just for the night more to come

see all try to deliver some

what

2.4560 : 10/27/17 : WON'T

I don't want to

and I won't

You don't care to

ask why: Don't

no payoff

and no punchline

not yours:

also not mine

what

2.4559 : 10/26/17 : Frog

What ought to be

the thrill of the night

goes down like

cold boiled frog

what ought to be

a skip and a jump

every night comes down a slog

every night comes over

my head trailing in fog

what

2.4558 : 10/25/17 : State

How I must rise

against this state I'm in

fight without fighting

so to rise again

How I must pray

with stretched out hand

still unresigned

but oh this state

and its uneasy mind

what

2.4557 : 10/24/17 : Drive By Nerds

Haven't I run out yet

words on words

something to impress

the drive by nerds

rather have a tin whistle

drone by the hour

no bigger audience

but I might be less dour

Could sit for an hour

Won't learn a lick

won't break the cycle

or update my schtick

what

2.4556: 10/23/17 : Snatch

Give me clutch grasp

Give me grab get

I'm not finished

I'm not ready to lay down yet

give me mad snatch

I cook a bad batch

lure in all you itchy itchers

got to get scratch

want to be bad

cause trouble no end

not a good egg

not the boss friend

boy you're dreaming

just the nice type

talk what talk you want

you're never changing that stripe

what

2.4555: 10/22/17 : Ducks

If no declaration

no marking of the crux

maybe still some gathering

and lining up of ducks

incrementalism

hasn't gotten me far true

but must be better than nothing

what else is there to do?

what

2.4554: 10/21/17 : This Way Comes

Is it right to let the boy in on the mystery

of sadness and loss

of the ladder of compromise

and the dark cost

let a dead man choose the moments

no idea what's truly heard

this way comes the dark man

the story, the word

there have been other hard times

who can ever say which is harder

this I didn't see coming

overrich but rickety larder

In my own dark secret world

I'm bartering for hope

not sure what I'm offering

fearing all I'll get is enough rope

what

2.4553: 10/20/17 : The Circumstances

Wish I could understand

the highs, the lows

Where the one comes from

Where the other one goes

I see the circumstances

don't quite explain

is it all upstairs

phantom illusions in my brain

wish I could start over

jettison so much

but the things I must hold onto

aren't so negotiable as such

same old riddle

twist around to what now

pray for better circumstances

might even get around to now

what

2.4552 : 10/19/17 : Good Stories

Are they good stories?

boy I don't even know

Flickers of amusement

hoping for a winter snow

summer warm autumn

and a hell and gone summer's tale

don't know if I'm faking or making

as I try for a glimpse of the trail

what

2.4551 : 10/18/17 : Whip

all I hear is a

whip cracking

but I'm numb to it

like I bit the poison

apple

and. too dumb to spit

I feel the sleep

of a thousand years

hell I wish I could

just pull it up

aroud my ears

what

2.4550 : 10/17/17 : Slapdash

get slapdash

effortless

kill two questions

with one birdbrain guess

no fear of cutting

through the malaise

sure not celebrating

my slapdash ways

no question what's

getting my prime

crazy twinges

that's just spilling more time

what

2.4549 : 10/16/17 : No Difference

Might be no difference

how it gets cranked out

by day in the money trenches

nightside whatever this mess is about

If only I could simplify

get it all stuffed in one tent

but I swing useless between poles

with my axis badly bent

what

2.4548 : 10/15/17 : Razzmatazz 2

I got it bad

I got the razmatazz back

slung from having too much

to too little slack

they've got their

talons in so much of my days

where the hell do I find

energy to fight this haze?

what

2.4547 : 10/14/17 : Square

Still trying to

circle the square

reverse engineer

whatever there is there

if if falls aside

like so many things do

oh well

a little faster I am back to you

what

2.4546 : 10/13/17 : Keep Up

What's the dodge for the night

scrambling playing keep up

What's the chances I

could catch some sleep up

what's the chances then

my problems are bunk

another day

another bleeding chunk

and if I never assemble

this puzzle of meat

oh at least I guess

it keeps me off the street

and gives me something

to keep up barely

try to dodge don't want

that truth to hit me squarely

what

2.4545 : 10/12/17 : Something Wicked

Forgot about that

lyric gyre

cloud of metaphor

almost smothers the fire

the story man

how he bobs and tricks it

what comes with October

Something wicked

Never to be a boy

or a young man again

not getting any easier

to turn in after ten

Old sirens call deep

for once I'll ignore them

make my way into sleep

what

2.4544 : 10/11/17 : The Chunks

Wrong calling

all about

mixing up the chunks

nothing unfamiliar

these days

no room for

the punks

With hearts on sleeves

precious snowflake

chorus arcs

where the hell do we

put them all

erupting rhymes

and throwing sparks?

what

2.4543 : 10/10/17 : The Rat Race

How about this plan

no escape

through no fault of my own

I'm in a wearing scrape

ain't it always something

Mr. Mephistopheles 

Trying to nail the dismount

but I'm running with

the lot of these

day in day outs

weekend seekers

I used to ramble

with the artsy freakers

but I lost my

card chasing necessity

and it sure looks

like the rat race has the best of me

what

2.4542 : 10/09/17 : How He's Grown

This oddment

will surely be a phase

sure don't got wherewithal

to seek a new supply these days

I'll fill my table

from the harvest

of what the Gospel Plow

has sown

I'll rise above this

sure as Grandma

says my how he's grown

what

2.4541 : 10/08/17 : The Dark Part

Answer my own question

before I can ask it

moment of decision?

well past it

since I feel the

Dark part coming on

think I'd rather

toss in a quick flourish

and get me gone

what

2.4540 : 10/07/17 : No here

No here, here

that's what they say

but here we are

letting the hours get away

but I know the answer

isn't coming tonight

and my present strategy

is to give in without a fight

what

2.4539 : 10/06/17 : Streamed

Too tired to fake clever

or merely disaffected

too many things turned out

as ever I expected

and as for wanted

wished or dreamed

he laughed so hard

he farily screamed

and while the new

religion streamed

I'll tease a tale

of digging out

and now the

long retreat

becoming a rout

what

2.4538 : 10/05/17 : The Monolith

Always said I'd stand up

to the monolith

but it grinds finer

than I ever thought

and what became

and what is becoming

of everything I 

always said I sought

Doesn't take that much

after all

a couple extra hours of grind

everyday and I'm about to fall

apart at the seams

like a cheap suit

the metaphor's too fitting

and the monolith's

at every root

what

2.4537 : 10/04/17 : Simple

Before the waves

drag me out to the

midst of the sea

I'll stake my share

call it the one last

simple and free

If I can hang on

and I guess be me

what

2.4536 : 10/03/17 : The Joke

The joke was on me

I guess I'm the guy

not what I signed up for

but I won't ask why

I got in my gag

kind you only get once

When work is done the wise retires

but my kind punts

the kind of noise

that's pumping out these days

I'd like to think we'd

get above it some ways

I'd like to think

I'd just be let in on the joke

how I ended up here

with this heavy, heavy yoke

what

2.4535 : 10/02/17 : Silence

what

2.4534 : 10/01/17 : Wheel

So the crazy

was catching

we'd clogged up

the sky

the great unwashed

minority

had sent up

that guy

So most things

came off like a joke

kids laughed

at the forty-somethings

getting woke

but I didn't feel in

on the gag

until the heat

got real

And even then

I couldn't shake

this conviction

I would yet

beat the wheel

what

2.4533 : 9/30/17 : Try to Stall

When'd it all get so heavy

long before the dam or levy

Does light break through?

I'll leave that verse up to you

I did them in couplets and pairs

alternating and direct

some stumbled upon unawares

Some I struggled to erect

So in spite of whispers and stares

I'll lob you this soft ball

If there's a soul who still cares

to chase the questions to the back wall

try to make it back alive

So baby try to stall

Help's about to arrive

Just check it in a minute or five

what

2.4532 : 9/29/17 : Dug In

Find a few

hundred more ways

to say oh

oh well

throw up my hands

give it another spell

pray this malaise

is just a need of sleep

and a need to stay

dug in deep

what

2.4531 : 9/28/17 : Original Revelation

OK here's the

original revelation

tonight ain't the night

'cause there's no such

situation

but it turns out

that's all right

don't ask for proof

proof is for losers

faith is for winners

movers and choosers

sorry Charlie but it's so

but oh

it means I've still got

such a long way to go

what

2.4530 : 9/27/17 : Finding

Still finding something

in this

gratuitous chore

so keep on

with it

keep making more

just a sparse

web of thought

and a little

bit of a war

I fought

what

2.4529 : 9/26/17 : Better

Maybe this could

get better for anything

for anyone

can't get one sentence done

can't ever seem to

get it all together

always fighting

hell bent for leather

Doesn't excuse me

Whatever my little corner

however I might feel boxed in

another day to get foxed in

now's not the time

tonight's not the night

not reeling this one in

not getting the thing right

what

2.4528 : 9/25/17 : Goodbyes

Before another fleeting

moment flies

saying my momentary

minor goodbyes

no big change

turning over

just a spade of earth

and uproot clover

what

2.4527 : 9/24/17 : More Hassle

These gaps

near 'bout a fugue

hive is unquiet

more hassle

to deny yet

best plans

and the blah blah blah

No use

So usual

anymore?

Say nah

what

2.4526 : 9/23/17 : Sweet

Here go the voices

calling me dumby

just cause the continuity

got gummy

but I've got a solution

called the short and sweet

give me a slap

and push me back on my feet

what

2.4525 : 9/22/17 : Chorus

The plan will likely

fall apart

oh well before ten

probably another

round of

never again

oh comedown

chorus

Sing me in low

Starting to get

scared at

all I'll never

know

how to be OK

with that

it's really strange

used to never know

I lacked

what did I crave

if I knew the

hammer swiftening

what would I save?

what

2.4524 : 9/21/17 : Crust

This heat's unnatural

there's some tropical gold

call me crazy

start craving the cold

one more thing

to freak over, stress out

not really what

this mood's about

this melting pot's

built up a nasty crust

all attempts to scrape it off

have come up bust

and these topics

are hardly unrelated

though my tap on

any real solution's

highly overrated

what

2.4523 : 9/20/17 : Envy Stones

Once I felt defiant

these days I'm not so sure

the ground is very trodden

not much left you'd call pure

closing my eyes I only

see a hundred envy stones

and everything everything

I cannot wring

from my own bones

the show doesn't slow down

the players get youger

whet thin and whittled

by a differet sort of hunger

And if I had to bet

I'd probably try to hedge

and the whisper in the back

I must be losing my edge

what

2.4522 : 9/19/17 : Backtrace

So maybe, just maybe

the tide isn't turning

and maybe, just maybe

that bridge is finished burning

but the backtrace route

is too far to fathom

and as for all the dreams

hell with it, you have 'em

can't get my finger

on a steady pulse

my ear's gone tin

and all words ring false

but I better grit and grin

and just bear it

and if that pointy cap fits

I guess I wear it

what

2.4521 : 9/18/17 : A Pretty Low Bar

Can't bear a weight

tonight

So must leave

the world to its own

all right

forbear the

available taste

for once

a pretty low bar

to avoid the cap

marked dunce

must at some point

escape this limited

voice

or not I guess

not quite sure

it's a choice

duck for

the bar

turn in early

hope an extra half hour

finds me waking

a little less surly

what

2.4520 : 9/17/17 : AXIS

I counted out about three years

I counted out a clean dozen

And if it strikes you as an easy road

I'm telling you, cousin

I made it all about the mirror

the window and the door

beats working endlessly

at telling what it's all good for

and at the point

I was ready to say

I'd just been at it too long

I found I could not

turn my back

or walk away from the

endless axis of song

You may think you got it

all figured out at line one or two

maybe you had me by the

introduction

and said to yourself oh

I know all about you

well you didn't at that

for the axis is great and mighty

and if you find me at my

leisure

I'll demonstrate that I don't

take it lightly

what

2.4519 : 9/16/17 : To Make

What is mine to make?

What such thing is destiny?

Have I been kidding myself

A decade and long past

Where the hell was I supposed to

Step my mast

and where to sail too

guess I'm still here

and making what I can

when nothing much seems near

what

2.4518 : 9/15/17 : Nub

think I'm

worn to a nub

ah there's

the rub

I knew the cycle

and this

mission's a scrub

never a thing to prove

the bell's rung

and I have

to move

what

2.4517 : 9/14/17 : Tongue Tied

I'm not tongue-tied

but merely tired

and perhaps a deeper cut

has so much changed

I don't know what

to hang the thread on

as I try to untangle it

and string myself along

the obvious

I scowl and cuss

unprofessional

not to get confessional

I write escape a

hundred times

still reluctant

to unpack my crimes

what

2.4516 : 9/13/17 : Headstone

And this a tiny

headstone for

another lost couplet

So I always got

a couple more

stuffed down my doublet

but I mourn my

little lost

foundling scraps

and lately

these nights

find me shooting craps

what

2.4515 : 9/12/17 : Low

Ready for the low

but never the time

Where to go to hear

the dirt bell chime

won't be tonight

no won't be tomorrow

more to beg more to steal

more to buy more to borrow

what

2.4514 : 9/11/17 : Inside Jokers

If I try to break the code

it just comes out as self-parody

and even the inside jokers

don't quite get the hilarity

You can ditch the fake smiles

because it's simply you young buck

I'm just trapped in the box

and the lid is well stuck

and this wheel has been around

this in a thousand pairs

at least I mostly kept the secret

mostly sidestep the stares

plenty like to poke mean fun

at sad cases like mine

and the jokers running things

well they still ain't cracked mine

what

2.4513 : 9/10/17 : Everything Right

I'll just get everything right

develop perfect sight

Crush every obstacle

they'll stare at the spectacle

I wont be like the ones who fell

off drinking from the magic well

not perfect but somehow just right

If not by force then by first light

what

2.4512 : 9/9/17 : Lazy Day

Nothing interesting
just a lazy day
got no pick-up
Got no Ándale
And I don't even
feel bad a bit
still I show up
Set down, transmit

what

2.4511 : 9/8/17 : Feeling Nice

Feeling nice:

Good God, don't interrogate

no finding flaws

it's fine in fact

it's better, it's great

don't demand

anymore, than

what's present

this is the all-grand-moment

surely what

an angel sent

feeling nice

the future is not

ours to bother

it comes unbidden

all of the kindly parent

tonight I call him

father

and no stress

no needing to explain

the Mother will

sweep up the rest

and the feeling-fine moment

will forever

remain

what

2.4510 : 9/7/17 : Regular

So you try to get O.K.

with the regular

because you aren't getting

anywhere but where you are

and there's nothing else in

the world to be O.K with

and I just can't bear

anymore of the "today's the day" myth

Give me my participation medal

and leave me in my box

just as soon as things

Settle out I'm casting out

the stalks

what

2.4509 : 9/6/17 : Eyes

My eyes hurt and

I'm so tired of this routine

think I'll drag myself

offline and see what it might mean

what

2.4508 : 9/5/17 : Passage

Where a fast passage

feels a

liability

all goals crowding in

not a one feels

a part of me

and screw it

I don't feel like it

what

2.4507 : 9/4/17 : Toys

Only want to hear about

little toys

let the evening flow out

you won't get me

making plans no

you won't get me

going out

because the plans

just drift off

and going out annoys

all so unnecessary

let me play with toys

what

2.4506 : 9/3/17 : Cycles

Is it just

the cycles

nothing really to solve

goes down

must come up

must go back down

no one to blame or absolve

Is the world getting

better or worse

or just standing

just standing stock still

the problem is people

are not percentages

and just too damn many

running up the bill

what

2.4505 : 9/2/17 : In the Sky

Looking up for my

Ship to come in

from the sky

every day

I swear it'll

catch my eye

I'm so dumb I

still believe I'm

bound for greatness

do I still believe

that I am somehow

on the waitlist

and if I could see

you could you

look me in the eye

and would it

matter since my

gaze is fixed in the sky

what

2.4504 : 9/1/17 : Iconic

Don't want to be ionic

clever wise or ironic

keep the goodies in the can

and daydreams about the secret plan

what

2.4503 : 8/31/17 : Fooled Again

Fooled again

by the big charade

Seems unlikely

I'll ever have it made

and getting angry

in a useless way

lost the narrative

and so what's to say

that's been restated

too many times to count

and taken altogether

to what does it amount

it isn't all it is

and thanks for that

but dear Lord

I'm ready for a new hat

what

2.4502 : 8/30/17 : All Regrets

All regrets as

still unrecovered

I find there isn't

much I discovered

really in all those

channels and shards

a kind of weary

send up

for the fool-king

of the bards

what

2.4501: 8/29/17 : To Sustain

The turning of the year

required too much

to sustain for long

So left it at

the threshhold

with its plain song

what

2.4500 : 8/28/17 : Bellows

What to build first

the furnace or

the bellows

don't it always

end up going to

the tough agressive fellows

can you design

your way out of

that one Einstein

leave those losers

at the junction of

no problem and

I got mine

what

2.4499 : 8/27/17 : Fair

Even between the stars

we'll need a spectacle

at times and marking

of the seasons oh

It's time for the fair

Imagine all of them

riding on the tram

from their far-flung roosts

and see them all there

so cheer up groundling

in your dismal age

of Realekonomik

and virtuality

though it may be beyond

your age you may salute

time at your own day

out in your own fair reality

what

2.4498 : 8/26/17 : The Credential

I dreamed I was

to hit restart

resume pursuit

of the credential

if i could flip

the switch I'd be

writing elevator music

last heave-ho to Potential

stand with me in

this elevator

you won't believe

what's up the next decks

I've only got

time for the

elevator pitches

so I do my best with specks

what

2.4497 : 8/25/17 : Universal Schematic

Your kechain fob

atop your pen

universal schematic

compressed, and all

the images scrubbed

pure text didactic

what's with the

crazy things I dream of

never in a million years sell

of course not the point

tell myself the millionth time

I guess that I don't listen very well

what

2.4496 : 8/24/17 : Crew Goal

The exciting discovery

of failing light

chance for a crew goal

we'll get it together

in just one night

an excuse to

leave home

mission to an unknown land

everybody gets to be

a hero now and then

oh we sister's band

what

2.4495 : 8/23/17 : Phases

Life phases like the

moon's craze is on

me remembering

Prior junctions

hours overworked on

functions

unfulfilled

ended up half crazy

and bitter-pilled

but I'm not then or that

and then's not now

call it an interlude

I'll get back into space

somehow

what

2.4494 : 8/22/17 : Natural Sphere

Need some getting back

to a natural sphere

get plenty of that

in my space ark

you'll wish you were here

Seeking my own soon

me and my little crew

and if you're nice

I'll bring back a tale

or two

what

2.4493 : 8/21/17 : Medac

Even in a

perfect enclosed society

might get sick

might get hurt

no fear

Collectivized and

medac bots

will make sure

you don't lose your shirt

you could call it

a necessity of meritocracy

who could excel

under such a burden

I'm getting vicious

message creep

in my fine

day dreaming

I never could manage

to suck the herd in

what

2.4492 : 8/20/17 : Their Grip

What's this hanging on?

Who's losing their grip

What future fantasy

would you have me ship?

Who are you asking?

how would you hear?

I'll tell you when the ones

I'm waiting for appear

what

2.4491 : 8/19/17 : Van

as an aside

from the impossible

fantasy future

disconnected not even

a clumsy suture

I gotta new fantasy

a bitching van

tricked airbrush paint job

You know I'm a fan

little travel kit

cabinet and bed

Cross country at last

all in my head

probably means something

I'd rather just doze

lost in my daydreams

like one of those

what

2.4490 : 8/18/17 : Tram

The little tram goes everywhere

the claustro halls

the halls of air

magnetic electric

near silent of course

superevolution of the iron horse

scary fast sling like a bee

and in this mind

naturally free

so many places to journey within

can only explore on this margin, thin

but for all the days

are not unlimited

get a lot of dipping

in the well unlimited

what

2.4489 : 8/17/17 : Leisure

Does it all get done

by robots?

Does it

make us kings of leisure

but a quarter in my

noggin

Keeps on counting

just to be sure

never

mind

figure it will

at least take car of

itself

Leaving at least a dash

of leisure for

this tired self

what

2.4488 : 8/16/17 : Air Silos

Steel horizons steel skies

Scale beggars imagination

On vistas as the crow flies

tanks like lakes

jewel-emerald with life

I dream the air silos

fields of division on the bioknife

Chlorophyll and concentration

the great inertial pumps

the works wrought in great black

yards of asteroid mine dumps

to dream a lifetime I'll never see

new fontiers and other well-worn copy

I circle on a glider of thought

Over rich outlets where the air gets choppy

what

2.4487 : 8/15/17 : For 20 Years

Begin by remembering

a time of year

a favorite tree

a place outside

for twenty years

left all but forever

but kept safe

between my ears

go there anytime

better than the lately

step outside these circles in circles

that have grieved me lately

what

2.4486 : 8/14/17 : Too Many Books

Scattered over too many books

always thinking this one might

maybe if I tore out the pages

finally get them shuffled right

answers that i tried to scribble

was I ever inspired or just grasping straws

never one there when you need it

in the dark numinous jaws

of a moment that could spill

escape and revelation

this one dropped into the tub

that one lost on some vacation

this one colonized by figures

that one I can't read my own hand

can't think of what but to stack them

dusty corners are the home brand

what

2.4485 : 8/13/17 : Dirt Halo

Dream myself right off in space

the dirt halo

and the enclosed place

could it be like

Concord of old

maybe a more inclusive metaphor

if I may be so bold

the soaring vistas

the machinary

a world of imagination

and what it might

all mean to me

another fantasy

suppose I'll never start

and what are all these

half measures

inflicting on

my heart?

what

2.4484 : 8/12/17 : Sneaky

Simple as a spinning top

Pound a peg, hang my hammer

and stop

now to dodge a paradox

feel me on this Jake:

I'll slip right off the page

just like a sneaky snake

what

2.4483 : 8/11/17 : Early Shift

Get in an early shift

on the third unpaid job

no sure what it's good for

besides flapping my gob

Probably no essayist

ever going to sing its praises

but I guess I own it outright

and still the stack raises

oh I did it again

went and inverted the bottle

have to break it in need

to let out all this wreck and dottle

what

2.4482 : 8/10/17 : Task

Hardly caring

and certainly not daring

and the discharge of the battery

seems to produce no energy

pins and needles

the old coward whines and wheedles

need I go on?

it's not much of a koan

did I used to be brighter

somehow more of a fighter

am I coming around

or just producing mocking sound

will it make it to the LP

I expect no one will help me

particularly as I fail to ask

and every moment is just a task.

what

2.4481 : 8/9/17 : The Sound Tide

Same old same old

but this old dog don't

bite so easy anymore

nothing's permanent

anyway I always find a way

to force open another door

and all I want to do

tonight

is drift on the sound

tide and feel all right

carry that ocean

in my pocket

and my home is

anywhere

I can find a socket

and if rock won't

have me

I'll roll along free

on my sound tide

baby

no more the wannabe

what

2.4480 : 8/8/17 : Instruction Book

Follow the instruction book

Seven years cold

every day a birthday

it doesn't seem so old

Seems as fresh as yesterday

days and their thousands

rake them up with my fingers

my no-thing garden sands

Wanting ninety nine things

here's one I've got

dreamng seven years hence

Now there's a little thought

what

2.4479 : 8/7/17 : Heron

Water bird

dips its head

in the quiet

my soul is fed

how the ripples

circle out and out

no need for words

no idea

what it's about

heron I imagine

When I see you fly

where you land

What passes by

You could call it

elementary

but where it will

show

is a mystery to me

what

2.4478 : 8/6/17 : Monochrome

The monochrome mood

has reigned too long

rail and founder

everthing that's wrong

the misspent past

the permanent record

wielded like a lash against myself

clash dead strings like a wrecked chord

what's a real alternative look like?

When is the dog too old and tired

for learning one wierd trick

to unleash the soul unmired

easy to frame that tricky shot

plotting the approach is no joke

hard to believe I'm anywhere here

and not just blowing smoke

what

2.4477 : 8/5/17 : Money Wave

Dream of surfing this

American money wave

some say it's crashing soon

best jump for one last rave

One time I'll hit the timing

get in on floor one

jump at the very peak

call me mister one and done

dreams are easy math is hard

never showed the head for it

what fool would bet on me

more for me when I hit

what

2.4476 : 8/4/17 : Split

Will I ever commit

oh I have many

but for this world

I haven't found any

causes I can

oh really believe

oh really commit

and all the time

I feel split

what

2.4475 : 8/3/17 : 7 STYLES

7 Styles verbal technique

Fork tongue, cat dude,

Stringbound beak,

Lizard person disguised as monk,

Fortinbras, Homunculus,

Rhetorical skunk

All my skills are

So uncool

everything adds up to

shoulda stayed in school

Sometimes charm

but seldom convince

my and my dumb obsession

with the evidence

what

2.4474 : 8/2/17 : A DECADE

Think about the big shut off

Shoot not tonight

but maybe maybe

someday it feels right

I can't deny this

information age wears me down

could probably do with

a decade in a quiet town

what

2.4473 : 8/1/17 : Big Reveal

I daydream about the big reveal

could I ever script the way it makes me feel

When I think about the syncopation

while I barely scrape my daily ration

so many thoughts they barely register

So much I'll never drop or make a stir

the good argument is I found my level

the going flow well it was alwas my devil

and on the flipside just the humdrum toil

What bare crop could I till in such soil

far from convinced any ship is coming

and still far back in my mind I hear the drumming

what

2.4472 : 7/31/17 : Reverie

Dont call it a reverie

It'd be an affront to reverence

Dumb slump at the end of day

balanced on a fool's fence

between waking and sleeping

lingering in a limbo curious

another thing to try to throw over

time sapping stiff injurious

what

2.4471 : 7/30/17 : Down the Stairs

Catch myself bargaining

I must be

grieving my specialness

never broke through

guess that I failed that test

What am I haggling for

some second or third act

might as well

yowl like a cat

down the stairs

that's a fact

what

2.4470 : 7/29/17 : Original Parts

All original parts

maybe worse for the wear

but I feel far from done

and it got me there

will I need some replacements

Some day maybe

might work out might not

it's all in the mind baby

what

2.4469 : 7/28/17 : Magic Trick

A magic trick

make the thing disappear

and yet it's still

there 

as if I just

did not care

what

2.4468 : 7/27/17 : Spit

Seeming composed

of spite and spit

muttering blasphemies

fit to split

at least and little more

to call halt

wishing I could act like

it was someone else's fault

what

2.4467 : 7/26/17 : Dox

Behold I am become

the heterodox

thus composed

half man, half bat, half clocks

dare not ask how or

why or whether

while I storm down upon you

hell bent for leather

how could any respect?

for none understand

I am the tender plant shoot

reared under the stark hand

so stern so loving

and skillful

a lesser being would despair

to wind up with one so willful

bring me the headwind

of old John Tsunami

bring me the scion

of the family Umami

Deliver me from evil

from boredom and from haste

render to me Caesar's surplus

in the halls of my special taste

what

2.4466 : 7/25/17 : Robot

Get me a robot that

makes me save more money

get me a robot

that makes me work harder

I caught my robot

Sharking texas hold 'em

that darn robot

turned a sharp carder

robot took my job

robot stole my girl

load it on my trebuchet

give the ugly thing a hurl

guess I'll have to stay human

forgo my robot pal

do this thing my old way

don't quite trust the robot

and I've got to jump today

what

2.4465 : 7/24/17 : Dream Stalkers

So many dreamstalkers

don't go popping bubbles

Don't need to lend

anybody my troubles

wish I could help you all

rassle those dreams

as to what not to do though

I got lessons in reams

what

2.4464 : 7/23/17 : Loser's Lot

Sour grapes weak praise

Loser's lot these days

slack off aim low

never fail steady and slow

brainless wolves storm the big casino

gone the days of Franky and Dino

no style no substance also

declaring all truth is false so

find me at the bottom barrel

Spare me talk of clear and present peril

I heard about all these dumb tricks

least I'm not John and I've got a hell of a stack of bricks

what

2.4463 : 7/22/17 : Orders

Nobody's orders to

blame my misdeeds on

only my own

dubious compass

but nobody seems

inclined to put me in the dock

No proper statutes

about being a dumbass

what

2.4462 : 7/21/17 : Stranger

All the true believers

can't tell them from the rest

till comes the crisis

till comes the test

are they our salvation

or the most dangerous

the true believer is

a stranger to us

I'm not true believer

thiough I get the attraction

Somehow it always comes to

violence and faction

and I'm a true

believer in peace

doesn't dwell in my heart

but I'm trying to find the key

what

2.4461 : 7/20/17 : Scenario Familiar

I know this scenario familiar

from times before

Don't feel the same quite

Not sure what for

Has a grimmer resignation

to adversity taken root

could just be more resilient

just waiting on more input

one thing's for certain

along the way I got lost as hell

But I turned and turned and turned

until something rang a bell

what

2.4460 : 7/19/17 : Crusty

If it's all just a task

why not brush it off

just an eccentric

turning crusty toff

or maybe just worn

and fighting a tough line

with what little starch

is left in my spine 

what

2.4459 : 7/18/17 : The Simple

Where is the simple?

the easy to grasp

Why so elusive?

reach out and clasp

all slips through

except a little muddy sand

boggling for enlightenment

at that dirty hand

only mind is moving

eat the snake

I didn't understand a word

so I had to fake

What got left upstairs

didn't seem simple at all

oh I only ever wanted

you to place a simple call

what

2.4458 : 7/17/17 : Rain Symphony

Rain symphony forever familiar

never remotely the same

nature who will outlive us all

forever wild and never tame

they hunted water in the desert

they prayed for fire to melt the ice

and in the age of heat and more heat

they counted it as gold in price

we'll pray the mighty river does not dry

we'll fight them trying to pipe it to Vegas

and because irony never dies

in many times and places the rain will plague us

I'll tip my head and smile wide

you'll hear no doleful din from me

just the soft tapping on my skin

in the falling of the rain symphony

what

2.4457 : 7/16/17 : Head Down

Push just past present

prematurely through

to morning's memories

reflected in the other self

chained to the vagaries

maybe a talking to

more assertions of transforming

pretend the secret escape plan

serves the contract of conforming

Survive in a small way

no saint not paragon

keep my head down a litle more

listen to my silent million

what

2.4456 : 7/15/17 : Washing

Washing from a

summer vacation

smells like sweat

and suntan lotion

smells like captured

sun and ocean

Memories from a

summer vacation

would it be fine

always on vacation

everyone laugh as if

it's not a question

what

2.4455 : 7/14/17 : Stress Cracks

Test the line

inch by inch

for stress cracks

hate to see

this meager progress

get walked back

suppose I'll hear about it

when the week is new

time to get serious

but then I already knew

what

2.4454 : 7/13/17 : As If In Dream

In recognition

of the days regime

as if in a dream

quiet city for once

quite night

Feeling resistance

but in no shape for a fight

what

2.4453 : 7/12/17 : Patterner

I'll tear this pattern

down with this stark hand

no deals to wheel

no more a band

the symmetry

that mocks my rest

to see my sights

my only test

to be revealed

the patterner

the palette I'll sand

flat and clear

and the colors I hid

deep and reckoning

after all there's yet

a secret beckoning

what

2.4452 : 7/11/17 : Saboteur

It is true I'm a self-saboteur

my medium is self-abuse

but is it worth the rundown

thinking too hard about what's of use

heard about the journey of a thousand miles

tell you how to start but never where to go

last lap before I choke the leash

try to curb the saboteur; at last go pro

what

2.4451 : 7/10/17 : Show Trick

Make a last day vanish

like a show trick

oh for my old Gibson

and a slow pick

no distractions

not tired as hell

days to come wide open

and nobody on the bell

what

2.4450 : 7/9/17 : The Little Next to Nothing

The little, next to nothing

I've learned of death

Am I read for the first, or last

or next breath?

What of the arbitrary number

I may never attain -

or even yet I might -

Still what next? a tired refrain

and how long have I ever

managed to breathe without fear

was I ever really less

than one remove from here?

Here, really near

Yet I am in some sense

and sure enough to

leave it in the present tense 

what

2.4449 : 7/8/17 : Fret

All that history

should get me rising above

Yet I fret

Mostly on the too much

went out

too little I get

but always too

the great existence game

and how I've played

and what's

my name

but let me

back off

oh for an hour

wish I could

get with a

steel brush

and just scour

what

2.4448 : 7/7/17 : Loose Net

Sensation thought and feelings fade

leave memory that unreliable aid

and sole assist to continuity

loose net versus personality's superfluity

been reading too much utopian sci-fi

have connected in a hotel's inadequate wi-fi

ambitons I may regret in seven clicks

but hey it's the time I've got

to get my kicks

So to hell with theoretical

let's dwell in the meat

live without fear

of what lurks down the dark street

the net fails us all

on a long enough scale

and as to your schemes

I won't condescend

to point out the hole in

that pail

what

2.4447 : 7/6/17 : The Cure for Everything

The cure for everything

water and salt

sweat out every particle

of shame or fault

and tears that come and go

like the thunderstorms of summer

sometimes the honored guest

sometimes a lazy slummer

But mostly today

I salute the rear door

that opens to the other half

of the world from the near door

that other doorway that opened

to the new path looping round

to that other end of that one road

that runs the whole world

and oh that familiar sound

knew it in San Diego

The Gulf of Mexico

Midway the great Pacific

and how its tune did go

It sang the same

and the story it'd speak

lit up my battery in Chesapeake

"The cure for everything is saltwater - sweat, tears, and the sea" - sign in The Deadrise restaurant, Hampton VA

what

2.4446 : 7/5/17 : A Lynchpin

The night excursions have

been bringing me down

Too much a lynchpin I guess

to the old town

the place loved but I'm sick

of my Em to Eff

between that and

anti-entropy

Few hours are left

envying every

evangelist for 

their superpowers

And in that

fantastic

contemplation

I lost way

too many

hours

what

2.4445 : 7/4/17 : Story of My Life

All the old familiar

greeedy traffic after

the lights in the sky

and me feeling

unliberated

the internal voice

constantly berated

but the lights were pretty

and there was

drum and fife

and if the old problems

come back up quick

ah that's the

story of my life

what

2.4444 : 7/3/17 : The Past

The Past not gone

not even past

a good line and yet

things don't last

but bones and spectres

are everywhere

are they in our world

or do we stil

Live in theirs?

what

2.4443 : 7/2/17 : Tool

You took my little tool

you bastard you

Price for the scatterbrain

coulda been worse too

let go the done and done

Get in line for extra fun

Got all the tools I might need

Line 'em up and

pay heed

what

2.4442 : 7/1/17 : Rush

Time to not rush now

try not to gush now

brief spell of attention

no great need to mention

I beat that old list up

So pleased now I mist up

It's all but pinned down

can't turn this grin down

what

2.4441 : 6/30/17 : Wrapped

I'll stop thinking about

Whether it wrapped well or ill

When did I start caring

the latest bitter pill

Oh can't I get off it

the suffering

maybe the meaning of life

is just buffering

But I hung up the sign

and I can leave it flat

because I want to just

get my going on like that

what

2.4440 : 6/29/17 : Nest

My nest returned

to full retinue

a few years yet

to hold to you

and dark dreams

laid to rest again

Oh to remember

the next time when

and soon away

and thanks be on

a dreaming time

it's been too long

what

2.4439 : 6/28/17 : Conjuring Up Spirits

Conjuring up spirits

should be careful with that shit

didn't I read my Earthsea

Don't I remember it?

It isn't magic

Don't you know it's just memory

Who knows the difference?

Guess rocks just don't speak to

me

Sorry for your bad day

mister nobody

I'm putting the spirits to rest

Be the road so muddy

what

2.4438 : 6/27/17 : Blocks In My Head

Eveyday illusion

of getting ahead

Stacking up imagery

tetris blocks in my head

whatever gets clear

keeps falling

and I'm giving up

early

howso you might

find it apalling

what

2.4437 : 6/26/17 : Money Magnet

Money magnet I

will make you mine

grail stone

I'm going to drop your line

don't have an interest

in immortality

but money's always

been a friend to me

not supposed to say it

to ask is gauche

I'm going to climb that ladder

like a tower of approach

and fix my magnet

to the tippy top

summer again

here goes another crop

what

2.4436 : 6/25/17 : Can't Hack

I can't hack the

kid scene no more

I got kinda old

pretty much shut that door

Don't feel bad

don't miss it

as far as morals go

it's just implicit

what

2.4435 : 6/24/17 : Golden

I am not beholden

test it man,

it's golden

no adornment

it's no ornament

it's a piece of work

I get paid, I'm a jerk

I'll figure it out

bang dead on its shout

what

2.4434 : 6/23/17 : Excuses

Excuses are the coal

we're burning down time with

I thought with you for once

I'd get down to the pith

and we did oh we did

and what a strange revelation

discover it in the dirt, Lord

Discover it on vacation

you can work a long time

and walk some heavy miles

how is it you can always

give me the smiles

Even when I'm burning coal

from both sides of the lump

you best believe when it comes calling

I'm gonna be on the jump

what

and he was limping because of his hip

So thoroughly lost the plot that I'm having to switch books in the middle of a transcription and posting catch-up session.  So anyway Say Cycles was the end of volume 2.20 Anything is Possible and moving right along to volume 2.21 The Book of Coal. Deep lore behind this joint, fellow travelers.

what

2.4433 : 6/22/17 : Say Cycles

To say cycles, again

is redundant

pack in

a thousand

lights a minute

then recyle

and begin it

right blast off

yes perfection

like I feel

in my

infection

self awareness

this imp

yeah there's

a story

to this limp

what

2.4432 : 6/21/17 : Plans that Failed

The plans that failed

to account

for fiddly time

in great amount

or future years

for traveling light

pigheaded disposition

to stay up late

at night

disinclined to pick at

just what kept me at it

after so many times

I declared I'd just had it

still left out where I once began

another night another plan

what

2.4431 : 6/20/17 : Forecast

Forecast for me

the next 15

will scuttle it

at last

or somehow

come out clean

the way the numbers

add up is alarming

it drags me down

and eats up hours

and who but me

is it harming?

what

2.4430 : 6/19/17 : Long Launch

Get ready for

the start of the

long launch

Got to be

philosophical

got to be staunch

because it's

a big job

I'm facing

it's got me thinking

brooding

planning

pacing

what

2.4429 : 6/18/17 : The Ordinary Fee

Nonetheless

mistakes were made

the ordinary

fee was paid

and the clocks tracked

back around again

and I think

this one is

for the bin

what

2.4428 : 6/17/17 : Mistake

Was it a mistake to come

best be bold before

You ask it of anyone

all existential

thought is a trap

every single one

thinks they can beat the rap

that they'e the one

who can turn the mirrorball

inside out

catch a flash of light

and finally

set a light that can't

burn out

but you're not

I'm not

they weren't

and they'll get what we got

when they arrive

It wasn't a mistake

If you want to know

And I'm quite glad to be alive

what

2.4427 : 6/16/17 : Malcontents

Open season of

the malcontents

I bet this round

is going to leave some dents

I'm guessing I resemble

sufficiently

what's deemed fit

to leave burning

down gracelessly

and I can't front

guess I enjoyed the boost

I never asked for

but still birds

will come home to roost

at end of the

opening season's dark start

in the bloom of the

black rose's dark heart

what

2.4426 : 6/15/17 : Love Is the Light that Smashes Darkness

Love is the light that

smashes darkness

love is the hollering bell

Love is the lasso

of truth and kindness

the only escape in

this sort of hell

forever they tell you

it fails and falters

they tell you it won't

pay the bills

but love is the light

that smashes darkness

the spark at the heart

of the billions' wills

what

2.4425 : 6/14/17 : Post Mortem

Post mortem on

possibility

is sneaking on up

won't be

surprising me

but for all the

talk talking

we can never agree

was it impossible

or did we just lose steam

or overindulge

too many trips

to the stream

guess I'll see it again

around that tricky bend

maybe a turning point

probably not the end

what

2.4424 : 6/13/17 : The Crunch

Saying is easy

then the crunch

know it well enough

can't say

I love it a bunch

every pin knocked over

always another to stand

and already forgot what

briefly came to my hand

what

2.4423 : 6/12/17 : Black Candle

Not gonna burn the black

candle again this moon

cast back the blaze and

smog and new comes soon

What's placed in my hand

tonight I'll honor it and

understand

Not this:

but you might as well

enjoy the passing breeze

and ride it to a little

higher aspiration

this day as you please

what