Monday, September 03, 2012

2.488 : 9/3/06 : The Future of 3 Part 3

2,680 : 7 ?



Dream big, dream bigger
Are you feeling me
feeling me
yo, hey
I figure that you
think you know what I
got to say
I was going to change it up anyway
See it all, see all the world
why not go all together
Only takes another
Way of thinking
and a keen eye for the weather
defying every augury
I knew him well he was a friend to me
And now he’s in the earth you see
And never will he know
This mighty legacy
But that is the future
as always it must be
Only remains a fragment
but we carry it
the future of 3

what

Sunday, September 02, 2012

2.487 : 9/2/06 : The Future of 3 Part 2

Five year plan title
The future of:
3 pages mission
vision
goal there was
Had to admit
there was some
chuckling at the gall
said:
Work
hunger
discipline
& that was all

what

Saturday, September 01, 2012

2.486 : 9/1/06 : The Future of 3 Part 1

From a flashpoint of sudden sullen anger
checked the spark he saw the danger
from that moment all evolved
first thought: best thought: problem solved

This is the piece for you my love
this is the innovation
this is the resolution of a better way
this is the visionary revelation

It sounded better on paper true
but the sincerity ran through and through
the deal was sealed with sweetness and a smile
Watch this space don’t touch that dial

All I ever wanted was to have a place
Never gave much thought to getting rich
Or saving face
All I really needed was to give Caesar’s Due
So I could get back to reality, me, he, you

The future of three in this moment
Awakening the dynamo that long was dormant
Simply was awaiting the final piece
puzzle no more now I shall be released

what

Friday, August 31, 2012

2.485 : 8/31/06 : The Future of the Past

Some believe they
understand the
things that went behind
no amount of
record keeping
stills the doubt in my mind
the future of the past
is surely to be
misremembered
before the corpse is cold
the old guard experts
have dismembered
and laid its chunks
in jars of chloroform
so neatly labeled
the future train
comes barreling
the whole affair is tabled
believing history is bunk
we are indeed doomed to repeat
God help us when some
new Orator
brings us to our feet

what

Thursday, August 30, 2012

2.484 : 8/30/06 : Back and Forth

Experience runs backwards and forth
I’ll drive it West by North by North
The Past every distorted by memories’ lies
The future always dazzled by the sun in your eyes
Stranded in the now I must navigate both ways
Janus faced Odysseus steer blindly through the haze
stuff my ears with wax and lead and lash me to the wheel
deep down I want to hear their song to find out how I’ll feel
Poised thus in the center and revolving on a pin
I’m sure that you’ll agree I’m an uncommon specimen
I haven’t got an ounce of proof I’ll ever pull it off
but as long as I am standing do it better or don’t scoff
I spend far too much time up late pacing forth and back
Pondering the way forward this glacial slow attack
always say that day is over ready once again
nothing’s ever over nothing ever starts or ends
 
what

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

2.483 : 8/29/06 : Tribute

Is this tribute? Recognition
automatic product of cognition
am I asserting a sovereign right
all I know is I’m a raver
I can go all night
twelve thousand seven hundred eighty five days
that’s all: move on
And the band plays
Even so I have to mark the spot
take a moment to give thanks for what I’ve got
It only comes but once a year
look for me next time I’ll be here

what

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

2.482 : 8/28/06 : The History of the Ivory Tower

I hated it from the start
I hated it at the end
I’m so glad I don’t have to pretend
anymore
walked through that door
forever
The ivory tower
I thought somehow would be
my place of power
but something else is singing to me
I can see the eyes
the mind going if I only knew
he said you better get out now
well if I only knew
In fact I knew
but it was something that I could not do
It ended with a dream
There was a funeral of sorts I suppose
I remember corridors
horrible rooms
old flames, yes one of those
I took the best advice that
I could find
left the tower with what
was left of my mind

what

Monday, August 27, 2012

2.481 : 8/27/06 : Retract

2,672 : 24 ?



No one can retract
a statement anymore
cheap abundant memory
dragged with it the one way door
So I have no option
but to stand by what I say
I think I better watch it then
more closely from this day

what

Sunday, August 26, 2012

2.480 : 8/26/06 : Swift As

Change up rearrange up
Swift as, swift as
Make it, if you have to, fake it
drift past, drift past
smooth as glass
raw as silk
clean as blood
and whole as milk
Swift as, swift as
Put up get a foot up
long as, long as
Glancing off a strange romancing
strong as, strong as
bold as death
dark as dawn
long as a heartbeat
good as gone
swift as, swift as
swift as, swift as

what

Saturday, August 25, 2012

The problem with labels

A couple of forays worth into the application of labels (as Blogger refers to tags) and I decided I better move the cloud display further down the sidebar because it was clearly going to rapidly get out of hand.

The problem as always with labels is that there are so very many things, and the map that could supply every detail of the terrain would have to be as big as the territory.  So you end up with a handful of drastically recurring objects because they happen to be so broadly defined or general followed by a massive scrum of overly specific one-offs.  I guess time will tell.  It's less of an issue of course in a case like this where the labeling is pretty much just a parallel work of art.  When it is supposed to be functional these problems represent real obstacles.  In the real world of say biological taxonomy actual disputes over where lines are drawn, or whether a particular label represents over-specificity is a regular occurrence.  Classification is useful but on some level always artificial.

When you start to weight stuff new issues arise.  The meta tag I'm using here is a good example.  It's simple function is to label the non-song posts - the posts about the blog itself (not to be mistaken with the solipsism tag, which is used for when I refer to the song of the day project within the song itself, an occurrence I fear I will find to be all too common).  "Meta" posts are by a very great margin the minority on this blog, but because the tag is unambiguous and consistently applied it already carries a rather high weight in the tag cloud.  Somewhere out there there is a whole series based on Dante's Inferno - and it's horrible! Unreadable!  But for that sole exercise I expect the hell tag is always going to loom large in the cloud once I reread (ugh) and label that series.  Oh well, I guess it is what it is.  I can just be glad I don't have contextual advertisements in it anymore, the heavy weight of the hell and religion tags would probably attract an unsavory element.

I'm hoping getting to a more representative sample of the songs labeled will see legitimate common themes arising in the songs will play this down by and by - in many of the seemingly obscure labels I've come up with so far I'm anticipating motifs, themes and personal jargon I know will arise repeatedly as I continue through the lyrics.  The problems of redundancy and over-specificity are harder to know what to do with (at this point I'd invite certain of my compatriots to enjoy the opportunity to suggest the redundancy of having separate tags for religion, mythology, and superstition...)

So the evolving tag cloud is going to be an ongoing element of interest to me, at least...

what

2.479 : 8/25/06 : Discipline

Rise to rock the boat again
declare an agenda fueled by discipline
mark a mark as black as ink
it’s harder harder than you think
try to learn all the phenomena
try to craft the cure for the common blah
discipline without obedience
trying to get the master to smack me off the fence
trying to get as hard as iron
trying to prove this time it’s my turn
I rise to meet a challenge bold
to end the day another story told
trying to start the honest fire
drag you all into my quagmire
I could run for hours like this
can’t believe there’s much I’d miss
but even for the disciplined
the planet plowed its track and spinned
the time to rest must come at last
another day given to the past
save discipline for another day
another word another game to play

what

Friday, August 24, 2012

rereading project

I've decided to spend some of my time here and there rereading all the songs from the start and start adding labels so I can get all taggy and cloudy and stuff with my sidebar.  I may from time to time interject a little commentary on the process.  Follow along when you have a moment or two and add your own insights.  It's all leading up to the launch of Parliament and Empire (aka Secret Project), which proceeds albeit at glacial pace.

what

2.478 : 8/24/06 : Soul Trap

I’m dreaming about the soul trap
I was daydreaming about the mind tap
I was imagining all we needed was gold
I was watching myself getting old
I imagined an aquarium
That he’d survived the drag race
from the planetarium
How I used to want to be wild like him
only for me it was one after another
copycat stars
progressively more dim
The thousand faces of the soul trap
from the slate up to the
navi-holographic mind-map
Sorry guess that doesn’t exist yet
give me fifteen minutes on that missed bet
it’ll show up at the five and ten
yet another proof of my almighty pen

what

Thursday, August 23, 2012

2.477 : 8/23/06 : The Gap Closed

The filthy cheating
serial
shows you the outcome
but does not tell
how it ever came about
we closed the gap
nothing else to say about it...

what

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

2.476 : 8/22/06 : At the Gap

It turned out that we’d only
dreamed about it
now to imagine we once
lived without it
yawning out
impassible
impossible
malignant and uncrossable
At the gap
and gaping baffled
longingly recall past
glasses, half full
bridgeless, earthbound
basically stumped
we shut our eyes
and screamed
and jumped

what

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

2.475 : 8/21/06 : Backwards is Earth

Technology is slipping
at an exponential pace
reverting back to sticks and stones
and dim dawn of the human race
soon again to be simian
swinging from a tree
devolving over untold years
the calendar is over see
no one knows the mechanism
everything’s reversible
backwards is earth
in this alternate
speculating versical
life disappears into the soup
that ever gathers heat
The moon gets knocked back into it
So silent and discrete
and all is drawn into the sun
which flickers to a near event
in graveyard of another star
this siren message heaven sent

what

Monday, August 20, 2012

2.474 : 8/20/06 : The Birth of Pleasure (The Seven Labors of Psyche 7)

2,665 : 17 ?



And nine months after
this immortal cup you give me
When he wiped the sleep away
after choosing to forgive me
As if wanting to see his face
was really such a crime
But let that one pass by
and so again
after nine month’s time
After War’s wife left her grudge
to dance at our affair
and Zephyr came one more time
to spirit us from there
I shuddered in my last labor
one elemental morn
And in an endless timeless
moment
Our
Pleasure was born

what

Sunday, August 19, 2012

2.473 : 8/19/06 : Buying Beauty in Hell (The Seven Labors of Psyche 6)

Consigned to visit hell to bring a goddess beauty
Counseled by a tower doing double duty
Sent below bewitched and fasting
hoping this payment will be lasting
Avoiding the error of Persephone
Only to fall prey to covetous epiphany
You’d think these Greeks would learn
To stay out of the magic boxes
Particularly on the far side
of the shore where Charon’s dock is
I opened it true but the beauty was not there
Only something dark and swirling
Causing me to stare
And felt a soulless something
Staring back from the trackless deep
And fell into and fell into
and fell into a dreamless sleep

what

Saturday, August 18, 2012

2.472 : 8/18/06 : The Waters of Styx (The Seven Labors of Psyche 5)

The waters of Lethe make you forget
The waters of Lourdes heal the faithful
But the waters of Styx and Cocytus
Can destroy you if you are not careful
The gap where the deep fall descends
surmountable to no man
plummets to the trackless depth
deep within a fearsome chasm
And Psyche plunges into despair
so see the task impossible
and bitterly decried the fate
that set her to the path implausible
but the great eagle came to her
carried on the crafty Zephyr
another friend unlooked for
on the wings of chance and weather
old Aphrodite gnashed her teeth
at all her plans unravelling
but set her mind and so contrived
poor Psyche’s cruelest traveling

what

Friday, August 17, 2012

progress report

Been a while since the last graphical assessment.  I'm on the 15th notebook of series two and currently the backlog transcribing is close to wrapping up number 5.  "And miles to go before I sleep".  Until I close the gap it's all just sitting there, being a discreet collection of unique and basically irreplaceable objects in space, which worries me but it gets done when it gets done: transcription occurs on my dime, naturally.

When it's time to transcribe today's song I always tediously end up searching 2-15 and then have to wait a minute for the Mac to figure out that I'm not asking it to do a calculation for me but actually looking for a word processing file.  Open there at the top of the stack is its physical avatar that now usually just slightly predates its multiply-backed-up digital ascension.  According to current statistics a song occupies on average a little under 2K of memory.  Comparable to the amount of RAM in the Apollo Guidance Computer, or so I am led to believe through extremely cursory research.  I could cut this down a lot if I just saved them as plain text, which would be just fine as there is no formatting in the transcription.  And so it goes.  Push On, Andromachene.

(all fifteen are visible in the stack if you count carefully)

what

2.471 : 8/17/06 : Gathering Wool (The Seven Labors of Psyche 4)

Without magic new or old
what’s gotten might be spun to gold
Heed the warning of the overgod
All before who sought to tame
these sheep are slowly
turning into sod
Thus turned aside from the obvious approach
contemplating how their territory to broach
Simply wait until they’re asleep
and thus gather the
castoffs of these
slumbering golden sheep
gods don’t need gold no, neither wool
It’s obvious by now
She’s playing poor Psyche
for a fool
but as a whole world rushes to her defense
she just might make it
gathering wool
left snagged
on that barb wire fence

what

Thursday, August 16, 2012

2.470 : 8/16/06 : Dividing Grain (The Seven Labors of Psyche 3)

It’s all an allegory don’t you know
dividing grain
how this thing started, yo
And if I’ve mentioned
Ceres Demeter before
You know it’s just that everything’s
Connected
what was called myth
I just call a story
I was just joking when I
said it was an allegory
yet I see a lot
I must admit
in a mixed bag of grain
by an ant dissected

what

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

2.469 : 8/15/06 : Unmasking the Serpent (The Seven Labors of Psyche 2)

Jealousy and envy are sisters:
Man that lamp oil leaves behind blisters
They’ve been saying that you married a snake
with a child on the way is that a chance you
wanna take?

You must admit it was a strange arrangement
And natural curiosity that
led to our estrangement
If you seemed too good to be true
If I just couldn’t resist the chance
to take a look at you

If you’d only followed rules
you’d agreed to
If you’d only believed I could need you
Did you make a mistake
or did you love me on purpose
Do we try to make amends
or let these mortal ends usurp us?

what

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

468 : 8/14/06 : Leaving Home (The Seven Labors of Psyche 1)

2,659 : 11 ?



Destined for no mortal lover dressed in mourning shroud
Set upon a mountaintop, wreathed in icy cloud
Waiting for the west wind to ensnare enchant set free
victim of goddess jealousy: this is what home means to me
Same bed same window waking
to same light same plate fast breaking
Same dress same shift same chair
same needlework same combs in same hair
everyday and everyday and all and always waiting
finally carried away the west wind my breath baiting
leaving home

what

Monday, August 13, 2012

2.467 : 8/13/06 : Guess What I Did

While others ignored I wrote a song
While some abhorred I wrote a song
While a few scoffed I wrote a song
It pissed me off but I wrote a song
while my heart broke I wrote a song
I worked and spoke while I wrote a song
I love you kid this won’t take long
guess what I did I wrote a song
Because the sun rose I wrote a song
Obsessive I suppose I wrote a song
Spirit’s willing and the flesh grows strong
And stale or fresh I’ll write a song
Day by day I wrote a song
The toll I pay is to write a song
And when ten thousand days are gone
God help me I pray
I’ll probably write a song

what

Sunday, August 12, 2012

2.466 : 8/12/06 : Bootstrap 9

Work my way to pulling up on
bootstrap nine
no smoke no smoke no fire I’m
feelin fine
Make a list and check it
ten thousand times
if it reads it rhymes
next stop bootstrap nine
am I going to get a break
at last today
the best laid plans so often
gang aft agley
But it’s always now or never
So I’m forging ahead
I’m alive not dead
So lace it up on bootstrap nine

what

Saturday, August 11, 2012

excuse our mess

Because the Jonathan Hamlow Media Empire listens to its fanbase it very recently became clear that it was time to undertake a mess I've been avoiding for a long time, namely converting all of my legacy blogs to Blogger's new* template paradigms.  I've been avoiding it because it's going to initially strip out much of the template customization I've created for the blogs, which I will have to manually restore.  On the other hand, it should make it much easier to add new features to the blogs and to generally improve my ability to publish and share.  So please excuse the mess, as they say, while things get wonky for a while, and keep an eye on things - you might even let me know what you think about the changes as they occur.

*new-ish; I've been avoiding this for a LONG time...

2.465 : 8/11/06 : Ahead

Though grievously
behind on sleep
I’m gonna get ahead
of the curve so steep
so deadly easy
to fall behind
Pray to God this quick hello
will ease my mind
wanted so badly
to skip the recursion
maybe it’ll come through
in some other version
meanwhile I just must accept
the outcome of the evening
the hours I kept
meanwhile must leave
well enough alone
make one last tour of interland
and finally hang up the throne

what

Friday, August 10, 2012

In the gripping ongoing tale of lyrical transcription

Behind the near-daily stream of lyrics that a couple dozen people* apparently view on average each day is a monumental work of transcription - I have to date written over 3,500 songs in the course of these projects, of which over 1,800 remain to be transcribed - the halfway point of this project being (as the math geniuses among you have already deduced) a ways off yet.

Throughout the blogging of the first project, for the most part I barely kept up with the posting and indeed running out of transcribed songs (and the will to transcribe them) held up the posting many times, sometimes for weeks or months.  Eventually I acquired a discipline about it, something you'd think I'd kind of have a method for at this point.  And so I've slowly but surely been getting ahead.  At the moment I have a stockpile of three hundred and some transcribed songs for the posting.  At some point in the future I'd like to actually attain parity - get caught up and then just transcribe them as I write them.

I recently decided to start closing the gap from both sides.  I started a new notebook not too long ago (June 16 to be precise) and decided that from here on out I was going to transcribe all the new songs, so I caught up from June 16 and now I'm current.  Meanwhile the older songs slowly bridge the gap - the most recent addition was from 6/22/07, so I guess it's a 5 year gap, which remains daunting, but I guess that's the song of the day in a nutshell - taking a daunting number and fucking it up a little bit one day at a time.

It's interesting though - when I finally got on track transcribing the first project the songs were all 10 years old.  It had been a real active ten years in my life (changed jobs 3 times, got married, bought a house, had a kid) and in many ways the songs were quite remote, almost artifacts.  Often I wondered where did this come from?  Since there was a long hiatus between the projects in real life, the currency of what I was transcribing took a sharp jump when I moved into that project, and the more my transcribing gets ahead of the daily composing and posting schedule the closer to the now I get.  Now I'm also transcribing stuff I wrote yesterday, if not five minutes ago.  Will it change how I feel about it?  Will I even look at any of the new stuff until half a dozen years from now when I finally post it?

*I suspect that in fact I have considerably less regular readers than that.  I've been looking at my traffic lately and there are more than a couple anomalies suggesting that things may be getting gamed in some number of obscure ways.  For starts there are implausible numbers of visitors from outside the United States.  Like, Germany has supposedly generated almost half of recent pageviews.  That seems unlikely.  If not, yo Deutschland up in hizzy!  Give me a shout out in the comments my Germans, ich bin ein Berliner!  But seriously no, right?  But what in the hell angle can there be in visiting random blog pages?  Put on your tinfoil hat with me for a minute and I'll tell you one thing I've been noticing - more than a few times I've seen little traffic spikes originating from sites that just don't make any sense and when I go there it's some awful advertisement, like the real awful kind where a video autostarts telling you about seduction tactics and if you try to close the window it runs some Javascript bullshit on you that's all like "naw man you don't really wanna leave this solid gold get laid advice for reals?" and you have to click "like for reals dawg I'm out" to close the page and after you've done it you feel like you should maybe wash your clicker finger.

I'll just lay it out straight I think people have figured out that pathetic bloggers sit and troll around their sad little BS traffic statistics and have figured out how to make their shitty sites show up in your stats.  If anyone has an explanation for this that makes me seem like less of an asshole I'm way up to hear about it though.

what

2.464 : 8/10/06 : No Option to Repent

If there’s no option to repent
time time time
whether mortgage or a rent
you’re stuck behind the paradigm
transcend the limitation of
three hours badly needed
but can never be gotten back
or a brief flash of good sense heeded

what

Thursday, August 09, 2012

2.463 : 8/9/06 : Old Hat

Make the decision
immediate
Not going to go back
or pass the hat
Something better
now or never
If she wants I’ll let her
if I see the lever
I’ll find a place to stick it
I’ll find a place to stand
I’ll find a rock to build on
in the midst of all this sinking sand
make the division
immediate
no more old tricks, dog
no more old hat

what

2.462 : 8/8/06 : New Mind Blown

Seeing those kids raving
doesn’t get me craving
anymore
the patch shrinks to a postage stamp
and I refuse to mount the ramp
backwards, eyes closed
anymore
I couldn’t tell you if it would last
too much history blown past
but I’m living living it today
new mind blown all from within
I might even be ready to begin
See what I do
no matter what I say

what

Tuesday, August 07, 2012

2.461 : 8/7/06 : Now Then

Now then
here again
count my blessings
count to ten
here now
still behind the plow
wonder should I sacrifice
this sacred cow
don’t expect
no disrespect
to you old friend
and your dialect
the words that mean
the slate is clean
the foolish rituals I choose
to set the scene
but it’s all now
today it’s true
don’t expect much to change
but it beats feeling blue

what

Monday, August 06, 2012

2.460 : 8/6/06 : A Charm

First time came as quite a shock
recall how very sure I felt
Guess feeling sure don’t mean a thing
just how you play the hand you’re dealt
second time I learned not to
trust how things looked on paper
how God is in the details true
how dreams disperse like vapor
the third time I can’t see too well
still toiling deep inside
just hoping hoping it’s a charm
the one that will at last abide

what

2.459 : 8/5/06 : Siren, Banshee, Shrike

2,651 : 3 ?



Siren, banshee, shrike
luster, howler, killing strike
crash into the rocks
cry that kills and shatters locks
butcher bird her bloody larder
I spun around and the sound hit me harder
I’d lashed myself to the wheel
but the shrike was at my heel
I stuffed my ears with wax
to put the sirens off my tracks
I froze the banshee with Medusa’s head
I’m mixing my myths but I can sleep in that bed
but at the end of the hall
the shrike was waiting despite it all
and I just held out my hand
I’ll whisper little bird I know you’ll understand

what

Saturday, August 04, 2012

2.458 : 8/4/06 : The Oracles

The oracles are dicking me around
telling me all kinds of crazy contradictory smack
and while I’m all distracted by the fury and the sound
the future unfolds on its own behind my back
I threw the yarrow stalks I cooked the turtle shell
I cast stones and bones and runes all morning long
Newspaper horoscopes said something about going through hell
The Book said the heart was wicked but I think it was wrong
I guess I can’t expect any help from behind the veil
that shit tore once it’s all mixed together now
and if I’m destined to do some time in the belly of the whale
I’m not asking you to justify why just tell me how
Still it’s hard to resist running the old gimmicks
Staring at the tea leaves flexing the old wish bone
And still I gotta wish you’d teach this dog some new tricks
It’s the 21st century couldn’t you call me on the phone

what

Friday, August 03, 2012

2.457 : 8/3/06 : Fog

Fog of desire, satiation
fog on the windows
of the space station
We're all trapped to some degree
hanging in space
hanging from the family tree
I can't see for
the fog I generated
all for a moment
of an inkling I was sated
it wasn't worth it
is anything ever
I never said I thought
that I was that clever
I'm just waiting
waiting for the fog to burn off
waiting for the sentinel
to turn and cough
then I'll slip past
underneath the wire
walk away from
the fog of desire

what

Thursday, August 02, 2012

2.456 : 8/2/06 : Furious

Furious anger furious thought
furious with concepts of
ownership and ought
harnessed through discipline
focused through a lens
the solvent the
windows of perception I cleanse
I smashed the doors down
with a bigger hammer
as long as I don't end up
in politics or the slammer
no parliament would have me
no law I've broken
and I feel safe and secure
with my get out of jail token
Furious with the time I've wasted
full of longing for
the life I've tasted
I won't be dragged behind
this time
again
I'm doing it all on my own dime

what

Wednesday, August 01, 2012

2.455 : 8/1/06 : Catch

What’s the catch
to the new deal
a slightly deeper
illusion of the real
mind is not real
nor television
the true answer
always lost in the precision
Here’s the catch
the future can’t be known
and the past is gone forever
and we all die alone
if you don’t like it
complain to management
complain the path is twisty, narrow
and the column’s bent

what

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

2.454 : 7/31/06 : Settle

At this point
I’d settle for anything
just tell me where to stand
just tell me what to bring
just tell me how to act
just tell me what to say
I’ll comb my ragged hair
I’ll hide inside to pray
this isn’t anything
I know just how things are
after a decade and a half
I know exactly just how far
pacing the rut gets you
work equals zero, zip
And I just try to keep my head down
So much for the hero trip

what

Monday, July 30, 2012

2.453 : 7/30/06 : Day One Again

2,644 : 59 ?


Day one again
a month to 35
years upon this orb
and still very much alive
this time very different
without flower or mushroom scroll
and with a pessimistic spirit
that exacts a heavy toll
I barely glance at what I wrote
I rarely see the point
I’m running on a bloody mind
eschew the universal joint
I hope it will get better soon
surely hoped that before
I’m hoping for a window
but I’ll settle for a door

what

Sunday, July 29, 2012

2.452 : 7/29/06 : Far Behind

How does it all get
So far behind
day by day
one excuse at a time
I feel the answer
can’t be far behind now
but how long has that theory
been on my mind now
every day I say
today the change
the sepulchers I whitewash
the deck chairs rearranged
on this titanic
train wreck of a boat
in the valley of indifference
just echoes of the clearing of my throat

what

Saturday, July 28, 2012

2.451 : 7/28/06 : White Hot Wire

Anger like a
white hot wire
insinuated
spread the fire
no outlet no
and no release
the wolf’s in the pasture
disguised in a fleece
seems nothing’s to
be done with it
I’m not done
and I cannot quit
The white hot wire
digs deeper still
today’s manifestation
of the bitter pill
says it’s harmful to
keep it bottled inside
but I’ve promises to keep
on this long long ride
I hold it down imperfectly
perhaps my saving grace
I know that they can read
the wire’s lash marks on my face

what

Friday, July 27, 2012

2.450 : 7/27/06 : Mail

I check the mail
by hand and electron
I keep thinking
it will deliver some gumption
it’s always bullshit
ads and bills
offers I can’t refuse
with alarming codicils
I try to write a letter
every day
I never send them
I’ve got nothing to say
I guess that’s probably
the reason for this drought
you can’t expect to get
what you don’t put out
The sign said every single thing
you seek is within
I knew I lied
when I said I was ready to begin
I’ll write that confession
on a postcard of a snail
And send it to the Emperor
by first class celestial mail

what

Thursday, July 26, 2012

2.449 : 7/26/06 : Solipsistic

Being hopeful is not the
same thing as optimism
One seems to be necessary
the other merely solipsism
Being tall does not make you
into a basketball player
Using fancy words does not
make you a truth conveyer
I don’t want to be here
at all anymore
Getting through that is necessary
but it doesn’t really open the door
sufficient cause I have
enough I think to cease
but some sick hope inside of me
will not grant my release

what

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

2.448 : 7/25/06 : Resistance

What am I resisting
what’s making me kick
what’s the problem with just existing
when will something finally stick
waiting for enlightenment
waiting for a change
trying to get over this feeling of entitlement
waiting for something inside to rearrange
waiting for an answer
to fall down from on high
waiting for the perfect mood enhancer
waiting for you to cast the die
Me and my resistance
Plowing a hard row
Guess I’ve also got persistence
So this small refrain should show
sick of hopeful platitudes
Leave it on a down note
Just like it said in the beatitudes
but the sentiment stuck in my throat

what

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

2.447 : 7/24/06 : Can We Change

Can we really change at all?
Can we climb out of the hole
Can we halt another fall
Can we keep this world
from going down the tubes?
is it all just a show
for the partisan rubes?
Something small
try something smaller
I’ll never be younger
I’ll never be taller
Someday I might be richer
tomorrow I’ll be poorer
You can struggle with fate
but you can’t ignore her
I got a sick feeling in my heart
we’re gonna roll a long time yet
refusing to ask if we can change
what a rude surprise we’re gonna get

what

Monday, July 23, 2012

2.446 : 7/23/06 : This Silence

2,637 : 52 ?


This silence this solitude
isn’t my friend anymore
no more escape from the day today
feet planted on the floor
Messed from the first stroke
hoped I’d get better soon
the answer is still nowhere
better no nearer than the moon
there’s no monolith up there
there’s no sign from God
that’s no way to play this hand
You shouldn’t spare the rod
It’s not merely circumstance
I think it’s by design
I think that in a thousand years
I might just finally make it mine
Heard it all before you know
the silence that’s without
The restless chatter in my head
that tries to drown it out

what

Sunday, July 22, 2012

2.445 : 7/22/06 : Flashback

Flashback backtrack
try to ignore the
television fractured fission
up to here with lore of
the early adopters
and black helicopters
It must be conspiracy
that got in between you and me
Made up as I went along
Another day another song
only wanted to be
weightless and free
I know I’ve been here before
through this tangle
through this door
catching up again doesn’t mean anything
Lose the thread pick it up
another stupid half full cup
It makes me sad
nothing in my hand I bring

what

2.444 : 7/21/06 : Pander

They’ve made a science of it
monetizing pandering
me I’m practically immune
my thoughts just keep meandering
More garbage I don’t want to watch
same shit different day
I’ve got no excuse for being up
And nothing to say when I pray
Nothing better than a couplet
never thought it’d take so long
I don’t like it when I feel this way
and I do not feel strong

what

2.443 : 7/20/06 : Worry ‘Bout the Government

Consumed by fantasies
revenge on the bastards
smash their fortresses
hoist them on their own petards
foolish, unchristian
drowning in bile
plagued by dark fantasies
helpless all the while
Is the solution
to turn the other cheek
will anything at all
be inherited by the meek
it looks to me like
the last stay last
and the first hang on like leeches
to their sumptuous repast
and what could one
ever hope to do
I worry ‘bout the government
the evils old and new
I’ll give myself an ulcer
I’ll give myself a stroke
Going crazy about everything
and ranting till I croak

what

Thursday, July 19, 2012

2.442 : 7/19/06 : The New Rule

The new rule:
first things first above all
There’s no bigger picture
and there is no sacred wall
Energy and water
doesn’t seem so complicated
To reject the mass opinion
ignore how I get rated
it’s easy when I do it
it’s a hard row when I don’t
so I guess it’s all my problem
if I will or if I won’t
put aside thoughts of tomorrow
since it never ever comes
Just listen to today’s voice
keep marching to today’s drums
the new rule
Wonder how long it will last
I can only keep on rolling
as the todays roll into the past

what

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

2.441 : 7/18/06 : Start Something Up

I want to start something up
I don’t care what anymore
As long as it’s not another fight
as long as it’s not another war
A ship in a bottle would be
an act of sedition these days
Everything is so important
everybody everybody pays
They’re talking killing again
again they’re talking bombs
they’re talking rockets, viruses
North Korea, Lebanon
I just want to start some
pretty painting in my corner
build some pretty idol
with fresh flowers adorn her

what

2.440 : 7/17/06 : Bear With Me

Bear with me a little longer
please don’t give up hope
I’m trying very very hard
to play out enough rope
to the beast that dwells within
the demon in the details
I’m trying hard to send this
train of thoughts right off the rails
I try to take a cheerful aspect
try to prove my point
that nine times out of ten
the problem’s just time out of joint
but I can see the contrary
position that it’s always now
And I can see the point of
singing loudly from my gospel plow
I can adapt I swear it
learn a different trade
I’m searching searching searching for it
in this strange melange I’ve made

what

Monday, July 16, 2012

2.439 : 7/16/06 : Will Roll On

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The world will roll on I think
in its rutted track in its gravity sink
I won’t give up ever, no
As long as I’ve life and some way to go
We always think we’re in the central hour
we seem to believe in some persistence of power
but history tells a different tale
and we’re all staring blindly in the belly of the whale
It might string along a thousand pages
It might be prescribed across the ages
It might vanish in my own lifetime
I can’t tell if that would be such a crime
I heard the voice warn all out war
I had to wonder what it all was for
Nobody wins nobody wins again
this must be evil this must be sin

what

Sunday, July 15, 2012

2.438 : 7/15/06 : Closing In

Circle circle circle round
this uplifting abstraction
circle round the symbol
rally round the grand distraction
I’ve got a feeling
that I’m closing in
I’ve had it before
and I’ve got it again
I can’t imagine one
reason to believe in it
but still there is this signal
and still I am receiving it
I’ll just keep
circling circling
I feel like Charlemagne
I feel like a king
Closing in on
the royal objective
the royal road to
my sole directive

what

2.437 : 7/14/06 : Dog Days (II)

Is it true that every
dog will have it’s day?
In my heart I
prayed it every day
let this be the one
let this be the last
the path I dreamed
all through my checkered past
The dog days are upon us
I couldn’t guess for how long
I’d like to say I’m ready I’d
be lying if I said
that I was going strong
but the sun it is a vampire
bleeding off my spark
and it’s so hard to stop
this trend of living in the dark

what

Friday, July 13, 2012

2.436 : 7/13/06 : Dog Days (I)

It’s just the heat
only the heat
Oppression of the atmosphere
it’s got me beat
the world warps like
a soggy mass
the sun is pressing down
infiltrating through the glass
plans are burned and wilted
intentions too
I thought for sure this weekend
I’d get with you
I thought for sure this once
I’d finally get it right
I thought I’d get a second wind
I thought I’d go all night

what

Thursday, July 12, 2012

2.435 : 7/12/06 : The Anger Manifesto

It lashes out at every angle
hissing whipping menace
headless snake
control or redirect just cannot
eradicate this
grim road that I take
I need to ride that angry
river to it’s source
figure out where the rest go
fighting cannot be the answer
to the anger manifesto
I’ll permit five more
declarations
five more shouts of ire
I’ll allow another dies irae
before I consign it to the fire
It’s all me baby it’s all you
it’s all something
or the other
Anger remains
bright as a new penny
Anger and fear his brother

what

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

2.434 : 7/11/06 : These Lies

Seven hundred breakdowns
seven hundred shames
leading to another lost day
five hundred miles
the five thousand names
that I wrote down in my own way
I’ve got no answer no solutions
another rush that gutters, dies
I need an agency to
counter these pollutions
to speak truth to these lies

what

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

2.433 : 7/10/06 : Invoke Terror

Invoke terror, the never ending war
the story of the misery
laid up in store
this human race hasn’t
progressed one iota
turn on the television
fill your terror quota
I’m sick of this world
and I’m sick of this life
nobody told me it was
all mired down in stupid strife
nobody told me
it would go like this
it makes me crazy
really takes the piss
 
what

Monday, July 09, 2012

2.432 : 7/9/06 : I Lock the Wine

I lock the wine up
cause Johnny’s coming by
Not to deny and not to say
he’s not a stand up guy
but Johnny can’t resist the wine
or crank for that good matter
thank God I never have that round
I don’t dig on that spatter
I am an American
A master by my own lights
of setting down a line or ten
of setting things to rights
I’ll feed him beer till Kingdom Come
And he’s just so gosh darn charming
I’d have to call that Fun

what

Sunday, July 08, 2012

2.431 : 7/8/06 : A Little There

A little here a little there
your little hobby faith
amuses me beyond compare
I act a dada nonsense verse
that turned you into
a devastating voodoo curse

what

2.430 : 7/7/06 : Circumcise My Heart

Can you cut off this unwieldy chunk
So I can finally start
This excess flesh I call a man
just circumcise my heart
I pray you make me holy
Lord till blood sweats from my pores
Declare it as a bill of rights
remove my conscience skin my words
then I will just be
Something convenient
Don’t be careful with me
don’t be lenient
circumcise my heart
and make me righteous in your sight
convince me to remember to
act like it will all turn out
all right

what

Friday, July 06, 2012

2.429 : 7/6/06 : Stealth Mode

I move so slowly
embracing every shadow
Lucky thing I lost weight
in the hole
I didn’t know
I could press that low
survivor mode
stealth mode
crazy tactics
I feel like such a toad
lifting it straight
out of conversation
am I invading
client privilege
of this privileged nation
It isn’t clear
So I keep it
very quiet
nightshade
grows from every crack
I’m on a steady diet

what

2.428 : 7/5/06 : Guess

Too many times to approach the thing
Too many times I appeal to a guess
I’ve got a notion I’ll get better soon
But I will seek no answer or redress
I know that each one here will die
I fear we’ll never know just why
I change the rules I know at every whim
But I believe whatever I said to him
That nothing would prevent a particle of Fate
Or move an inch across the horizon
I think the root of it all was not hate
indifference is what I’ve got my eyes on

what

2.427 : 7/4/06 : Gaps

Gaps between teeth, signs of times
said it over a thousand same old rhymes
Powerful impact explains worst causes
I’ve lost track of my exit strategies and escape clauses
Is this the same old I can’t tell
Don’t consider me vain if I say I do it well
It’s said that it’s all cryptic it’s said it’s a ruse
I say you better stand back if you light my fuse
Ah yes now I remember well
I’ve never been so meek and mild over that farewell
America is still out there I heard him say
Another load to hoist on your trebuchet
So now it’s back to this routine I guess it works
It’s not without it’s charms or hidden perks
From gaps to ghastly synapses
From quick to very dead
I guess it’s what I meant to say
I guess it’s what I said

what

Tuesday, July 03, 2012

2.426 : 7/3/06 : Rolling Home

It’s fun to have a day away
it’s fun to mix things up and play
but in the end I always want
to be rolling home
There’s spectacle
and liquor store
a fancy meal
the club de jour
But after that you’ll find me
purely rolling home
I have to leave my heart behind
if wandering gets on my mind
but what it asks
pays twice in kind
that’s why I’m rolling home
‘cross the muddy past the tracks
I’m always finding my way back
be it a mansion or a shack
I only want to be
rolling home

what

Monday, July 02, 2012

2.425 : 7/2/06 : Wrong Rabbit

2,616 : 31 ?


Follow that rabbit
catch him if you can
crashing through the shrubs and hedges
think you’ve got him
my good man
whoops he slips out of your grasp
on the hunt once more
but what’s up with this rabbit hole
it has a little door
knock three times to be polite
and then just dive in after
I gotta say around the bend
that sounds like bunny laughter
wait a second didn’t she say
he was supposed to be white
I think we’ve got the wrong rabbit
and are about to see the light

what

Sunday, July 01, 2012

2.424 : 7/1/06 : Roll

It may just be
Playing a role for you
but not for me
I am rolling now
and it’s easy
It’s difficult to write
and not stay up
too late at night
but to roll along
comes naturally to me
if it seems all much the same
blame Dante and his little game
of circles within circles
bound to hell to get at heaven
I’m just rolling unconcerned
testing what I may have learned
it’s going well and I
will get there before eleven

what

Saturday, June 30, 2012

2.423 : 6/30/06 : Stealing Time

Maybe truly all it is
stealing time between the moments
mark an instant mark a thought
my friends my fellow Romans
This isn’t any revelation
no display of genius
I’m stealing time like anyone
before the clocksmen come to clean us
the page of history has been
wiped clean before and will again
and stealing time may be a vice
but I’m convinced it is no sin
just slipping in a sly aside
before my chariot arrives
the day gives many moments
the flesh gives many lives

what

Friday, June 29, 2012

2.422 : 6/29/06 : First Last Late

The first will be last
the last will be late
pounding at the gate
how mean won’t you let me in
what harm could it do?
Being foolish isn’t a crime
and it could easily be you
they say there is a point
a secret unrevealed
I wonder what’s the point of that
I’m nothing if not even-keeled
so if I strive to fall behind
just blame it on a parable
the unrevealed truth’s a bitch
alternative is terrible

what

2.421 : 6/28/06 : Hell of Sand

The fantasy returns me to
an air conditioned tomb
how I’ve come to understand
the comforts of a room
of one’s own
Really I’m here
in this hell of sand
there’s no choice
no helping hand
we think we can go anywhere
but this world has murder to spare
for one alone
Dreams of water dreams of ice
in my fractured mind
this shallow grave
becomes a paradise
Surely it can’t last more
than another day
As I remember how
to wait and how to pray
And even in this hell
there is living in the one day
just like any resting stone

what

2.420 : 6/27/06 : Stop

Stop here; get this clear
just another day
none of the problems
going to go away
that’s okay by me
I’ve got a different idea of free
this is just a brief vacation
test run for the recreation
I’m just cooling at the stop
waiting for my ride to drop
dropping lines and notes and verse
waiting’s waiting I’ve had worse
will it be that one or the next
will this be the cannon text
it’s all right by me whatever
I no longer need to be so clever


what

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

2.419 : 6/26/06 : Life Sucks and Then

Life sucks and then
apparently you die
yet I can’t find a single
person to confirm
it ever passed them by
everyone here is
here forever
it is surely a choice
if you should sever
the connection
to the game
the brain
the mind
the corpse
the same
bad old bad old
interface
I have no fear
I’m here
in this place
 

what

2.418 : 6/25/06 : Continuity

2,610 : 25 ?



Now auditioning
for the position of
continuity
all I need is
a perfect hour
that stretches from
from you to me
to two, too
it might seem like
something got damaged
something got lost
there is always
an agenda
there is
always a cost
this is ten years
this is thirty eight
this is ten seconds
let that egg wait
half an hour
halfway healed
fill the position
the gap
unannealed

what

Sunday, June 24, 2012

2.417 : 6/24/06 : Venom

The way its been
the past few days
the venom and
the tricks it plays
the moments slip
like glycerine
like mercury
the shape I’m in
the moment’s salt
dissolved in acid
jingle bells’
agreement tacit
this too this too
this too shall pass
and moments further
it’s just a class
of experience
reset the system
some branch pinched
at its stem

what

Saturday, June 23, 2012

2.416 : 6/23/06 : Old New

Will I ask why
as I
expire once again
twenty three years the last time
this time only
ten
eleven
twelve days of this
mass hysteria
skin pales
on a bed of nails
while the black box chirps
Where ya
at
home
sweet
home on my
death bed
not alone
pushing through
day one day one
this old
new life
barely done

what

2.415 : 6/22/06 : Double Feature

Double feature while the universe collapses
meanwhile the buildup of the plaque on my synapses
Turns me into just another advocating fool
Highly suitable as just another tool
for the business classes
And all that smack I once believed seems so simplistic
And the voice keeps telling me to give up and be realistic
Eat my vegetables and exercise and save
Forget about a world where I am not a slave
to these lures of light and lipstick
Sometimes I almost feel that you could say I’ve demonstrated
A hint of something strong in this long list I’ve created
But when you stack it up it doesn’t reach so high
And I’m still fighting off the wolves, I’m still gonna die
And in this moment I just grind my teeth unsated

what

Thursday, June 21, 2012

2.414 : 6/21/06 : Destination

Past concern of quality
past haste and hesitation
is that sacred destiny
is that my destination?
surely I feel better that it’s done
still know it’s always just begun
A lot of smack do I
deserve some recognition
a lot of worry over
whether it’s just repetition
Oh my are my perfect snowflakes all the same?
Oh my is it really all just a game?
I suppose I’ll wind up in this boat again
drifting in some current of regret
I suppose you will not be much help again
I suppose I’ll take what I can get
I’d like to say it’ll be different next time
and I suppose that wishful thinking
is not a crime

what

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

2.413 : 6/20/06 : The Box

The contents of the box
have been exhausted of
all value
self referring
deep recursive
sick as hell
unlikely to enthrall you
gentle
putative customer
rest assured
You’re just a rumor
the box it seems
ran out of memes
ran out of images
and clever jack
and yet somehow
from then to now
I managed to throw
another decade on the stack

what

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

2.412 : 6/19/06 : Same Difference

It’s the same
difference as always
look who dances
look who pays
there’s nothing really
to it I guess
I spent the first third of my life
trying to get a brick wall
to say yes

what

Monday, June 18, 2012

2.411 : 6/18/06 : Nothing Will Happen, Nothing Will Change

2,602 : 17 ?


Nothing will happen
nothing will change
no matter how the deck chairs
on great spaceship earth
you rearrange
The scale of time is far beyond us
our actions of no consequence
the sun will swell to eat the earth
This cursed race
will vanish long hence
Still greedy
Still hateful
Seldom happy
Seldom grateful
Informed by dark designs
Some matter dark and strange
nothing’s going to happen
nothing’s going to change
I will not light a candle
I won’t say a prayer
we all deserve what
we’ve got coming when we get there

what

Sunday, June 17, 2012

2.410 : 6/17/06 : Vague Recollection

Vague recollection
of some ineffectual reflection
I suppose
this is gonna be
another one of those
a day that passed
too many hours ago
I don’t need recollection
really do I to know
some sort of gathering
some sort of thought or plan
I’ll be damned if I didn’t just
forget it all again
am I seeking some point
in this monstrous pack of lies
or am I just dancing
for imaginary eyes?

what

Saturday, June 16, 2012

2.409 : 6/16/06 : Anger Can’t Carry

Anger can’t carry it off in the long run
It just burns insensible beyond control
It never got me anywhere you couldn’t call it fun
And it’s tough as hell to stop once it’s on a roll
Sadness it seems fathomless some days
the rolling sea of sad expired humanity
such a conflagration such a holy blaze
such a seeming meaningless insanity
I’m still here so I guess I found a method
I can’t help feeling like I missed the mark
So many days and nights I restless searched and quested
looking for just one sure brilliant spark
What sort of spectacle is this it makes me angry just to think
So much work and worry so close to the brink
And if anger cannot carry through
I don’t know what is pushing anymore
and not one word of it is true
and there’s a lock on every door

what

Friday, June 15, 2012

2.408 : 6/15/06 : Tiny World

Look a this tiny world
I live in now
tiny cars
tiny rooms
with a tiny cough
I break my vow
of silence
Not much silence
but I make the best
of what I’ve got
some get ice in the wintertime
some get it when it’s hot
I gotta break out
of my tiny room
but it’s complicated see
I gotta figure out
how to take some people
with me

what

2.407 : 6/14/06 : Order to Desist

Among the voices is an
order to desist
demand a reckoning
of why I must persist
I couldn’t tell you
just obey what’s at the forefront
ignore the orders of
that bedroom dwelling elephant
will it ever be transcribed
or molder in the pages
does it deserve to be discovered
or vanish down the ages
will I find my way again
or did I really ever
It’s all for the wrong reasons
Picked the wrong
offending hand to sever
I ignore the order
not today you rotten judge
Another just a few more
hours toiling in the sucking sludge

what

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

2.406 : 6/13/06 : The Furious Torrent

The furious torrent
of thoughts abhorrent
it seems it’s always on tap
but activating my thinking cap
does not produce the desired effect
does not engender fine respect
bur I’ve got just one sad objective
figure it out if you can
Mr. Detective
Nobody will ever hear the fucking thing
No matter how you choose
to trip the spring
bloody minded obstinate fool
Mother Nature’s power tool
hell I just decided to unleash the flow
and I don’t even care where it may go
I lost the thread of it before I started
Maybe somewhere in the baggage I carted
Gate to gate searching for the platform
Looking for a grate to huddle keep me warm

what

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

2.405 : 6/12/06 : What Do I Do Now?

Should I build up the callous on my playing hand
should I try to get attention for my big grandstand
I’m sorry that I tried to eat your sacred cow
won’t you please tell me what do I do now
Should I write all the songs I shoulda writ before
Should I run wild until I break down every door
I swear to you I’m ready to hitch up the plow
I’m just waiting on you to tell me what do I do now
I’ve tried a lot of this and that
Way too much of the others
I couldn’t even tell you
I can’t even find my druthers
Should I concentrate on what I want or ought
should I just keep thrusting till I hit the spot
Should I take it to the ‘net have a blazing row
Maybe the mass mind could tell me what do I do now
I gotta guess I’ll just do just the same
It doesn’t seem to matter if I choose to play the game
Better watch your blind spot cause this ain’t no final bow
Guess we’ll all just have to wait
to see what I do now

what

Monday, June 11, 2012

2.404 : 6/11/06 : Back to Reality

2,595 : 10 ?


Back to reality
another song, another day
it might seem
I’ve always felt this way
but the truth of the deep
is day by day
the payment is steep
but you pay to play
I lay one brick down
yeah I lay another
I’ll lay a beat down
on your mother
oh no you di’unt
Oh snap I did
naw man
that’s just a metadis
it’s all good, kid
I just had to check in to
opine
that there’s only one day
and today is mine so I
snap back to reality

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2.403 : 6/10/06 : The New Leaf

Hear a voice callin’ out inna wilderness
I’m about to give you the business
Cause the day of the Lord comes inna night like a thief
and you cannot turn back from the new leaf
The message as old as Kingdom Come
Love with all heart and soul and hammer that drum
Cause you’ve saved up a bitter aperitif
And there’s no second chance at the new leaf
Give it all up give it all up to God
You’ll find that trouble strikes you like a lightning rod
but the rule is there is strife, trouble, grief
but there’s nothing that can stop the new leaf
It’s almost all got itself written down
my contribution’s so tight I should wear a golden crown
I’m staring your ass down like Lee Van Cleef
righteous in the advent of the new leaf
right now I must admit it’s all just words
but somewhere out there’s music that somebody’s heard
I fancy something with a leitmotif
evocative of none so much as the new leaf

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2.402 : 6/9/06 : New the Leaf

New the leaf greening
the whole world
is springing
the codes are
untwisting
old winter
is listing
and soon crashes
and melts
the little green men
shake the dew
from their pelts
and we all dance
hand in hand
welcome again
good spring land

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2.401 : 6/8/06 : The Lean Woof

Eternity’s loom
strung warp with time
weft is human
chattering
best described as rhyme
I fear the lean woof
attenuates to point of breaking
this just an explanation
aside
of this esoteric
path I’m taking

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Thursday, June 07, 2012

2.400: 6/7/06 : Wait for the Call

The hardest
hardest
advice of all
a fortune-cookie
fortune
wait for the call
I groaned in
frustration
so clearly
mystified
while the
celestial post-it
that I wrote myself
I eyed
I only tell the story
for the context true
for with
the new leaf
this whole thing
had not a thing
to do

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Wednesday, June 06, 2012

2.399 : 6/6/06 : Easy Access

The tunnel labeled easy access
the designation was deceptive
it should have been the road more traveled
it should have been play follow the collective
it should have been the path of least resistance
it should have been hey danger fucker
I should have known when it all began
that I had drawn the card of sucker
I asked the sphinx for decent money
a chance to dream of the brass ring
sure God I never wanted fame
but fortune was another thing
I turned my back on that wide gate
And sought only the narrow winding
and in another 333 days
I’ll be amazed at what I’m finding

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Tuesday, June 05, 2012

2.398 : 6/5/06 : Clearest Possible Memory

What a sign
appears to me
light and fog
the bare branches of a tree
remembering
that I was remembering
while I was a’ Maying
thinking on
long gone Decembering
the clearest possible
memory
showed the whole of
the sad parade to me
and I said ha
see my spirit is free
spread my hand
count ‘em how many do you see
Not knowing I was
remembering a certain day
when I stood fast
and set down
the new way

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Monday, June 04, 2012

2.397 : 6/4/06 : Rope

2,588 : 3 ?


It’s said
the first abstraction
was knots in a cord
but what a reaction
we counted days
we counted sheep
we counted our own fingers
and then things got deep
what I couldn’t do
with another length of rope
tie up every loose end
tie up every hope
tie that fucking box up
and Pandora too
I’ll get to that bitch later
but this length of rope’s
for you

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Sunday, June 03, 2012

2.396 : 6/3/06 : Time

The whole thing is
clearly a critique of time
The principle of getting by
the past when it’s sublime
no earthly way of knowing
when the verse was cast
except it wasn’t from the future
must be from that
sublime past
I count the clock
in a thousand ways
I measure out my coffee spoons
in tarnished bygone days
I’m surely screwing up
but none of it’s a crime
so kindly step behind me
and just give me enough time

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2.395 : 6/2/06 : Flashback

Flashback
a decade
a double
the home team won again
and we dance
for their trouble
in a room
in a room
in a building
flash forward
to this
lily I’m gilding
I just want to push it through
and finally come to do
what I keep saying I’ll do
There is a sign
on the door
maximum occupancy
just one
time
more

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2.394 : 6/1/06 : Kill the Worm

Tonight I’m going to drink the absinthe
straight
no water and no sugar
no sir
just bitter bitter bitter
track down my tongue
I’ve figured how it has to
go sir
Tonight I’ll play it sure
and firm
Tonight I’m gonna
kill the worm
Today you know I got
a sign
Told me that I had to wait
for the call
I wrote it on a scrap I found
be patient you can have it
all, all
Tonight I’ll isolate
the germ
tonight I’m gonna
kill the worm

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