2.4806 : 6/30/18 : Angry Candy

No more angry candy

from your loving cup

dumbass think-o-sphere

does its old tear it up

back in that library

that lives now in my dreams

death and love and loss

and memory, all such themes

Did I ever write that letter?

can't really recall

started it I'm sure

sure it doesn't matter at all

what now? you guessed nothing

or so I seem to think

but I hope for everything

from crazy soup to kitchen sink

what

2.4805 : 6/29/18 : Freak Out

So I got to freak out

but real real quiet

looking like a month or so

a steady diet

pray to believe

I'll come through clean

Whatever in the world

I think that would mean

what

2.4804 : 6/28/18 : Straw

That last straw is no joke

When you're the camel

I must have a breaking point

like any other mammal

If I told the tale

oh you'd laugh

I will someday I guess

but it's not the night by half

it doesn't hang together

there's no common thread

clammy and restless

and way too far from bed

making mistakes old and new

and at the crux

I'm just worn out and blue

what

2.4803 : 6/27/18 : Dream Train

Watching the dream train

the summer

the fall

The spring all past

want to see them all

the horror show bombs

the sci fi fandango

the old dismal future

where does all the pain go

load up on the dream train

and shot up in lights

like the whole thing

all the bright

fancy flights

what

2.4802 : 6/26/18 : White Noise

Record every bit of it

end to end

So low so fast

load up hit send

reduced in fidelity

sounds just like white noise

call it performance

are ya feelin' me boys

I wouldn't have the slightest

what to do on a stage

or if a wealthy barfly

offered to buy a page

So I feel so lucky

the secret gets kept

and it's like the white noise

grew a story while I slept

 

2.4801 : 6/25/18 : Lofi

Doing callbacks

and look still lofi

hark back on bad old days

I was a solo guy

and really really

better to be happy

get back to the old style

not be so rappy

and get back to

when I stood guard on crumbs of hope

and stood a little firmer

on yon slippery slope

what

2.4800 : 6/24/18 : Limps

The little thought zaps

the creative juice

rarely follows through

just can't get loose

knowing just what

tomorrow brings

It limps along

and nothing sings

Keep walking

get on with it

when it's gone

you just might miss it

and oh I'll still be

limping along

maybe somehow

get strong

what

2.4799 : 6/23/18 : My Fancy

Whatever strikes my fancy

so I check in getting antsy

I've been phoning it in

Maybe I'm honing a pin

to pop this grown up bubble

probably not, not up for trouble

but I'll let things flow tonight

and just trust things will be all right

what

2.4798 : 6/22/18 : The Young Dilettante

The on and on

the gypsy roll

the moonlight mile

all takes its toll

the tale of

the young dilettante

grown old and ragged

no spring jaunt

vow to turn to

the other path

I've seen the future

done the math

I'll foreswear demons

seek the light

that endless road

won't be my plight

what

2.4797 : 6/21/18 : Silly Affair

Blew a boiing rant

an some silly affair

But it got me past the

doom thoughts so there

and I'll box up that

silly era too

maybe maybe at last

the circuit's coming through

what

2.4796 : 6/20/18 : Write Good

Write good, I guess

I must obey

take every literal

word you say

picking favorites

it's a deep pool fair

or maybe just wide and shallow

hard to tell hout there

in my heart I fear

I'm in the heads down pack

evil runs around again

and I am seeking slack

yet get well bucked

every time I hit the box

If I could only harness

shift it all

in my own stocks

what

2.4795 : 6/19/18 : Squawk

Get all multitasky

meanwhile

life's got pretty

mask-y

once again or maybe

I just like the pose

this grindy

isn't me

or else it gets the hose

not finding

much else to be

there goes that

road I don't like

miss the days

I rode around on my bike

waiting on my own

signal

full of big talk

still feels like the cycle

So listen to me squawk

what

2.4794 : 6/18/18 : Peaks

The mysteries of

the peaks

Stats are all

fakes

Obscurity speaks

louder than

silence

turn off yes

pass by friends

it's still

going on

oh it all takes so long

what

2.4793 : 6/17/18 : Screens

Try to give advice

befitting my state

not feeling so fatherly

not doing so great

too much poking

at the stupid screens

we're all like goldfish

and who knows what it means

spending money

that's not in the bank

give the Man more tether

so he gives me a yank

No idea what I'd do

with that suitcase of cash

except I guess to leave

the younger version a stash

what

2.4792 : 6/16/18 : Dissolved

Smuggle an apple through

the gates of lost time

next up my day so called

so what's on my dime

come strike a blow

against the darkness of the heart

They'll never know

whence came the signal

for the start

paid out in pieces

hammered out the silver strand

I looked behind and

saw no fooprints in the sand

those were the times

before and after

He pulled a straight face

then we both

dissolved in laughter

what

2.4791 : 6/15/18 : Boat

Give me a glad hand

give me a boat

give me a chance

to shove my cha cha

down your throat

not what it sounds like

I just want you to dance

And this is barely a thought

and barely a stance

what

2.4790 : 6/14/18 : Dregs

Copy of a copy

The lines getting soft

like me in this room

unlikely to get aloft

the same ay oh ay ho

is it my best heigh ho

should I mix it up

or drain the dregs in the cup

the blurring gets deeper

who knows what's a keeper

So I keep them all

though the shine seems to pall

snap back up the line

one more copy to make

and the pity of course

is it all I can take

the same ah oh ay ho

is it my best heigh ho

should I mix it up

or drain the dregs in the cup

what

2.4789 : 6/13/18 : Printing Money

Soon as I

dial this disease in

I'll be printing money

sure they howled when

I slipped the tease in

what were you thinking honey

Still quite sure I'm

destined to be a winner

inches from the master plan

cheap destiny

will serve up a rich dinner

'Neath the flutes of a plaster Pan

what

2.4788 : 6/12/18 : Trinket

Little trinket half half plans

I toy aound

surely need changes

not much on the ground

half thoughts daydreams

little ideas

belie mundane existence

not half as free as

happy little clouds

afloat in the sky

and the trinket's getting

dusty as the days pass by

what

2.4787 : 6/11/18 : Wind the Watch

Count on my fingers

Wind the watch

every last toss

comes up a scotch

how's it ever

going to come up aces

will I ever again

feel I'm going places

what

2.4786 : 6/10/18 : Lease

just try to find

the spark of hope

maybe like a

periscope

glance above

this turbid swamp

far away from

glitz and pomp

seems so simple

as you say

only love

not fade away

only grant

a rest of peace

one more step on

in this brief lease

what

2.4785 : 6/9/18 : Way of Peace

oh show me

the way of peace

this ugly era

show me an exit please

useful work

rest at day's end

won't you show me?

Neighbor? Friend?

what

2.4784 : 6/8/18 : The Axe

The axe is swinging

felling heroes

more the burden

on all us zeros

Wish I could say

I knew the magic word

to turn it around

but I've never heard

what

2.4783 : 6/7/18 : Little Shop

Just want a mild obsession

to found a little shop

A place to eke out the remainder

come out nowhere near the top

likely well past halfway

closer to two thirds

today I'd say this latter stretch

is strictly for the birds

what

2.4782 : 6/6/18 : Seven Years On

Seven years on

I should express gratitude

I mainly beat the new worm

and less pain's no platitude

Some long hard years

plenty of blood

mystified as to the cause of it

way out clear as mud

of course the grind came in

stole most of the gain

pulled out of the red spiral

So much for less random pain

but I've got to be real

and give a real thanks

at least until life

pulls the next of its unholy pranks

what

2.4781 : 6/5/18 : The Order

Trying to get the order right

how to step down retire from the fight

Daybreak must take it up again

armed with nothing but a pen

I pine I'll fall into a trance

and dream at last my own true dance

the work that feels like coming home

but daytime smashes it to foam

and then I try just to accept

nothing much ever came when I slept

and what I got was what there is

and still the pining dream worlds fizz

what

2.4780 : 6/4/18 : No Magical Place

You go down the rabbit hole fast

It's no magical place

it's a blast from the past

and the present and

help me the future too

I daydream again

about escape with you

I need I need to smother this toxic seed

this angry ghost

this ersatz need

stop looking in the dead wrong places

seek the lower ground

the watery traces

If I put my hands together

bowed to the floor

If I kept my face to the wall

will you show me the door

If I edge out of this hole

a wriggle at a time

stay alert to the revert

and on tiptoes for the chime

what

2.4779 : 6/3/18 : The Mundane

Give half attention

the ranter the mocker

pointed at me

time is the stalker

dragging me along

back into the fray

call it the mundane

just a day to day

where does the time go

I know precisely

I'd tell you at length

if you'd just ask nicely

but that's not your schtick

I might well succumb

mooching holding my dick

what

2.4778 : 6/2/18 : No Plotting

No plotting

no vision tonight

no recalling a brief

glint of hope, bright

down in the tunnel

virtual realm

yet another notion

someone else at the helm

one more thing

to feel bad about

like I had options

like I had clout

closed up shop

gone and forgotten

back to earth mundane

and no more plotting

what

2.4777 : 6/1/18 : Chores

So much for that

back on my head

guess I did enough

no time for instead

all I want now

is to finish the chores

sweep out the chaff

and shut the doors

what