Thursday, August 29, 2024

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

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Wednesday, August 28, 2024

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

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Tuesday, August 27, 2024

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

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Monday, August 26, 2024

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

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Sunday, August 25, 2024

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

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Saturday, August 24, 2024

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

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Friday, August 23, 2024

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

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Thursday, August 22, 2024

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

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Wednesday, August 21, 2024

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

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Tuesday, August 20, 2024

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

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Monday, August 19, 2024

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

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Sunday, August 18, 2024

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

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Saturday, August 17, 2024

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

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Friday, August 16, 2024

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

Thursday, August 15, 2024

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

Wednesday, August 14, 2024

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

Tuesday, August 13, 2024

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

Monday, August 12, 2024

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

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Sunday, August 11, 2024

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

Saturday, August 10, 2024

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

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Thursday, August 08, 2024

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

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Wednesday, August 07, 2024

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

Tuesday, August 06, 2024

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

Monday, August 05, 2024

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

Sunday, August 04, 2024

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

Saturday, August 03, 2024

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

Friday, August 02, 2024

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

Thursday, August 01, 2024

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

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