2.1446 : 4/18/09 : Silver Fish

You better be ready to

be quick with your true wish

tonight you’re going to hook that silver fish

out of the stream that flows

in every neighborhood on earth

mostly live in pipes around these parts

think on that shame for what it’s worth

but in a dream my hooks are sharp

and silver plated steel

I drop it without bait or bobbin

play it just by feel

knowing I’ll feel a touch

and knowing what that touch will be

I’ll land my little silver fish and for its promise

gladly set it free

what

2.1445 : 4/17/09 : Circle

Got lost in the woods stupid kept walking

She got that look on her face

Stupid just kept talking

It’s hard to say because to me

these trees all look the same

but it sure looks to me like

we are back to just the place we came

from and the circle we

moronically described out there

is just the perfect metaphor

said stupid to a blank stare

oh stupid sees it now the way the days

have spilled out of his hand

while he tried to concoct a story 

of how it was all really planned

there is no resolution no

solution no because

So stupid plowed ahead again

so stupid is as stupid does

what

2.1444 : 4/16/09 : Days

Dropping days like beats and I’m

sick of keeping track

Dropping words like cords of wood

I’m chopping tossing on the stack

Nothing I can eat and if I burn it

it won’t burn for long

meant not to but here again

I’m writing about the song

hell with it what if I just

don’t want to take my life out of the box

something should be left mine

to last when all the bullshit walks

So this gets the iteration

just the endless why why why

I sent it to the fire I swear

but somehow it just would not die

what

2.1443 : 4/15/09 : Hour and Hour

Bright and dark hour and hour

a stupid reason for a stupid habit

only the hollow clamor sickness growing strong

nothing waiting anywhere, no one there to grab it

what

2.1442 : 4/14/09 : Chain

3,362 : 11 ?

If I don’t break this chain

I fear this train will run me over

while I’m bending down trying to

pluck myself a four leaf clover

but what the hell at this late date

have I tried all or nothing

This wreck I hate this

dumb state and always always rushing

I started building links before

my voice had changed

and when I hit the ivory tower

delivery had been arranged

and I made sure each job I took

gave me the time to forge a few

each day and now the chain

lies thick and knotted between me and you

And I can say any bold words

I don’t have faith in proclamations

And if you don’t know where to run

you can’t expect your destinations

It’s nice to be forthright and cheerful

good to stalwartly face pain

but how much does it matter

nothing seems to break the chain

what

2.1441 : 4/13/09 : Worse Than Expected

To find it’s not even as good as

but worse than expected

the idea of getting ahead

fully rejected and

my mind full of useless

graceless wants

and not a bit of anything

in all my old haunts

I want to be better

and not just to be so

but when I try to find what’s worth it

every door seems to say no

and my last idea

got thrown under this bus

hope I can fish it back out

but I am dubious

what

2.1440 : 4/12/09 : Faith

Getting my faith tested by

the faithful but dense

my arrogance, my woeful

charity is immense

I’m guilty of a heart of violence

guilty of greed

and it’s a soft and cloudy faith

that lives in me indeed

what

2.1439 : 4/11/09 : Fully Defeated

Feeling fully defeated

by the prevailing spirit

and the weak ass rhymes

that this weak flesh doth inherit

did you hear my little talk

the fine tremor in my voice

that made you miss my slyly slipping in

the abolition of choice

and if it isn’t just a story

what the hell would you call it

and excuse me if I listen

with my hand upon my wallet

The thing about us defeated

we’re not afraid of losing

so it’s some other cup of sorrow

that I’m pointlessly refusing

what

2.1438 : 4/10/09 : Evil

Did you like my little

talk about how

evil persists

did I trap a little

weak sunshine from

in the midst of the mists

here’s the secret

that’s no secret

I am hardly satisfied

I ran out of fingers

long ago to

Count how many lied

I think I know

what evil is but

mix it up on sight

just to find I’m getting

shown a fancy city

from a great height

what

2.1437 : 4/9/09 : Disband

Disband the truth brigade

the market’s collapsed

for propaganda

dissolve the Ministry

authority’s headed

the way of the panda

and the handlers haven’t

got a pot left

to piss in

but lie back and relax

when I start to

slip this in

Your motivation’s

being disbanded

as well mate

and didn’t you always

wax rhapsodic

over the clean slate

I wouldn’t presume to

even guess at

their demands

but I guess we’ll all be

bent over that barrel

when it disbands

what

2.1436 : 4/8/09 : Monster

observe the monster in its

habitat

Sure you’ve got to wonder how it

got like that

So grave and growling like

an old mill stone

You got to wonder how it got

so alone

Don’t think the monster won’t

Chase you down

Don’t think it won’t leave the forest, take a

trip to town

Don’t think that the monster won’t

Show up at your door

Don’t think it’s the postman ringing

at your door

what

2.1435 : 4/7/09 : Insanity

I am bored beyond endurance

by your definition of insanity

indeed it’s very clever but

did you notice that it’s

absolutely no help to me

did you notice knowing what’s insane

is all but useless in these parts

a counterpoint to sanity

that heaves and stalls in fits and starts

and your great works of clarity

gave birth to children not so sane

even perhaps the monsters of

this reckless age’s reaction chain

what

2.1434 : 4/6/09 : Machine

3,625 : 4 ?

The machine

is barely functioning

everything is getting phoned in

while the unmanned drones all honed in

on the

assets of interest

surely we can trust their judgment

was for the best

never send moral meat

to do a machine’s job

history’s replete

with such lessons straight as a plumb bob

if it simply stops where will it lead us

the majority who think

seem to think that it will cleave us

sundered

post-society

no more civil order no more propriety

I myself

can’t begin to envision

better for peace

not so great for decision

what

2.1433 : 4/5/09 : Palm

Can you read this palm

Lord or is that witchcraft

I’m just trying to get an edge

I’m just trying to get a laugh

I guess I came unequipped

to quote some epistle or psalm

I guess I’m just a hanger on

just waving my palm

what

2.1432 : 4/4/09 : Dracula

This world is my dracula

draining me I don’t know why

sustains itself on my poor heart

and I suppose that it will turn me by and by

the wire is my dracula

all that it carries and brings out

you’d think I’d end up with more, somehow I end up with less

sad as I contemplate one last weak shout

every human being is dracula

we’re all selfish all we do is feed

some think we’ll suck our way to no existence

some days I think that’d be a fine thing indeed

what

2.1431 : 4/3/09 : Point

I’ve forgotten the point

already but still

I’ll pretend it’s just to draw an X

and so I will

what

2.1430 : 4/2/09 : No Connection

Really no connection

on the line

my fortitude is

dying on the vine

What a sad little

run this one’s been

rushed every time

look like adding up to nothing

if I believed the plot I kept

pushing myself to buy

Would something change over

turn upside down would I stop being that guy

nobody’s watching

but one day it shall all be revealed

by then everyone will

have forgotten what I had concealed

what

2.1429 : 4/1/09 : The Charm

Third time is maybe the charm

could this plodding drum get more tedious

I’m sure everyone sees where my eyes stray

I’m sure it’s very obvious

And I will not go to your haunts

and I will not replay your words

my last remaining separation

from the doomed and milling herds

the charm is in the disconnect

the gulf far from reality

it all fades to a razor point

a moment a totality

I’m writing in the wrong again

trying to hack the manifesto

trying to believe destiny’s in play

some magic charm, hooray, hey presto

what

2.1428 : 3/31/09 : Feature

Second feature

guess who’s the creature

of comfort of habits

of the black lagoon

of all the talent hacks

poet of zero day attacks

stupid breeds like rabbits

Up like Jesus oops, too soon?

if you are making out

you won’t stay through to the end

You won't stay through to the end

you know that they’re all

gonna stop and do it again

what

2.1427 : 3/30/09 : Double Header

Double header pulled

right out of my dumb shredder

it’s a real couple of gems

do observe my creme de cremes

Pointless, failing inspiration

it need not impede creation

need it even less than fun

say so what who cares it’s done

won’t I be proud

to see it when

I get around

these ways again

and recreate my double header

and try like hell to figure out

if I got any better

what

2.1426 : 3/29/09 : Master Plan

My mission to hard recreate

to make myself ten times the man

my mission throat feet hear and hands

my odyssey my master plan

If you could see inside my head

you might be horrified and proud

So stark so low so deep so sick

So weak so powerful and loud

I’m chipping at my master plan

hoping for a roaring habit

hoping soon to spot the brass ring

hoping soon to grab it

what

2.1425 : 3/28/09 : Central Office

There must have been some sort of mishap

at the Central Office

You may believe I made the best of it

despite what say the scoffers

I admit I’ve wasted time

there’s choices I’ll repent in leisure

but my errors are to Central’s screw ups

as a sneeze is to a seizure

I use to rant and rail

I used to stand in lines

I used to hit the stacks

and run my finger over all the spines

but I am not ashamed to own

to that Central Office broke me

So now I keep it to myself

and keep my small sad story low key

what

2.1424 : 3/27/09 : Principle

The principle sounds nice

but I’m not sure I’m up for it

nothing could be much worse

than to fester in your pit

of everything composed of

thinking thoughts of thinking

if you hacked the lid off of the cave

and found me down there blinking

if you’ve got a thing for saving sheep

I’m happy to oblige you

it couldn’t help but beat

sitting here waiting for the other shoe

they say it’s fucked beyond repair

and far too late to change the course

I say hooray and settle back

to spectate at the great divorce

what

2.1423 : 3/26/09 : Tired Too

I’m tired too

I hate to do

this once again

but I have got to

pull the pin

and hope the blow

is not too critical

the future

like always

is inimical

what

2.1422 : 3/25/09 : Failed

Failed and gave up

and giving up he knew

would be failure

not something to get through

but just a condition

and as a shining example

this scrap of foolscap

a flawless sample

what

2.1421 : 3/24/09 : Gliders

Your great gliders up in the sky

powered by pure thought

I’m stuck bare foot on the beach here

guess I should have brought

a better game up to the table

guess I should have started sooner

guess I thought I’d be a writer

scientist or crooner

I cannot break loose my head

from this dumb loop of what am I

and how I’d love to tell the bastards

in control to eat shit and die

charming and quite useful sure

a waste of ink by a waste of skin

and when it comes to that kind of smack

know it’s time to pack it in

what

2.1420 : 3/23/09 : Midnight Strikes

Midnight strikes

no plan means no action

no goal means

no satisfaction

Maybe next...

I can’t even say it

maybe the piper’s at the gate

maybe it’s time to pay it

what

2.1419 : 3/22/09 : Fuzz

Put a transistor on the signal

trying to dial up the sustain

forget to damp down the distortion

it’s all come down to fuzz again

crunch the tone by germanium

nerds of rock and roll

tangling with the electron stream

spinning up the barber’s pole

the axe I bought to grind is missing

Gone AWOL long with most

like the band’s been gone forever

pretty much the whole thing’s toast

what

2.1418 : 3/21/09 : Boom

Boom and everything is upside down

rearranged, completely new

That’s the kind I dream about

no looking back, no bull, all true

a death of fifty thousand cuts

a slow decline’s what I despise

nineteen years since you struck me down, you

forgot to take the scales from my eyes

these days some folks are thinking baby

this time it’s all really going boom

dead broke, heating up, the well run dry

but then again my whole life I’ve been hearing doom

there’s no soft landing waiting for me nowhere

and it turns out I’m not the hiding kind

I hear you scratching at my door even now

I guess I’ll open just what did you have in mind?

what

2.1417 : 3/20/09 : Nostalgia

No nostalgia for those days

I stood aside to watch them go by

have a laugh at dim fantasy

It’s hell and long gone as the crows fly

I just want to push all sense of

obligation away and be at peace

I don’t expect enlightenment

I don’t even expect release

and duty calls again

it never fucking sleeps

and all the while time swings its scythe

and darkness in its traces creeps

what

2.1416 : 3/19/09 : Constitute

What could possibly constitute

a real change at this point

Every rhyme used up every

timely cliché out of joint

vanishing my sleep time

on someone else’s sleep avoiding

this miserable ejecta

foolish banter that I’m voiding

Scribing for the sake of just

not being brief just for a change

and every lily that I gild

and every deck chair I arrange

so just spool it out and

spool it all out some more

till the mirror is a cistern

and the chimney is a door

Or just wrap it up

unsatisfied and lame

as if any of it matters

as if it’s not all the all the same

what

2.1415 : 3/18/09 : Leaf

This leaf is made of lead

also it’s five foot a side

and it’s ten inches thick

I guess it’s more of a slab

I’ve been trying to turn it over

well I don’t have a lever

or a place to stand

So I guess it’s Queen Mab

I might as well have nice dreams

if I can’t change anything

or turn over the leaf

oh time is a vandal

oh time is a rebel

oh time is a killer

oh time is a thief

what

2.1414 : 3/17/09 : Horrible Cycle

So long horrible cycle

though it was oh so easy

to ride you after

all this time

I think all in all

you’re going nowhere

fixed in a circle

while I need to climb

what

2.1413 : 3/16/09 : Big Bell

Well that’s the big bell ringing

but I’m not taking the bait

and when my gun is singing

pray to God we don’t come to that estate

my fear swings between

self obsession and conspiracy theory

waking up on three or four hours

aching, dumbfounded, eyes bleak and bleary

If that big bell doesn’t mean anything

If my big idea’s a bust

who am I to deny I’ll take the low road

and do whatever I must

what’s the easiest path to peace on earth

what’s the fucking missing link?

You say something like best of all possible

Well fuck you your possibles stink

what

2.1412 : 3/15/09 : Slack

It seems like you work ten times harder

when you’ve got no slack

I think of all the many times I

tried to bring it on back

I’m not talking about fucking off

but play in your rope

they tend to give you just enough

to make you think when you lose hope

what

2.1411 : 3/14/09 : Sanity

In the brief window of sanity

see the need to make a bulkhead

on the shore of the Better Way

what else could it mean, to bed

what

2.1410 : 3/13/09 : Pornographic

The level of communication’s

positively pornographic

whoa I got the feeling that

that landing strip’s seen lots of traffic

do you want to trade

a bunch of barbed remarks

wherever we may roam

we’re gonna strike up sparks

It should be illegal for two people

to feel this good

open up our dictionary see

there’s no such word as should

I like you so much I’m going

to say you are my own

those pretty pictures out of books

make me say my how you’ve grown

what

2.1409 : 3/12/09 : Theme

The theme is spent

and yet the band plays on

another another another

what could go on

indefinitely constant crash

why can’t I why can’t I

just throw it with the trash

too late too late now

no salvage for this at night

So I again I’ll waken spent

and shaken before the fight

what

2.1408 : 3/11/09 : The Reflection

The reflection of

one thousand mistakes

in one thousand mirrors

the word as it is

spoken in the

presence of one thousand hearers

equalling the angle

of the incidence

the enemy’s point

and I’ll assume

I’m hearing things

as I stall at the great disjoint

what

2.1407 : 3/10/09 : Drawn In

Drawn in again into some

dumb time spiral

My head bemused distracted

by the influence viral

And even after all this time

since I said I think I’m on the mend

the moving finger writes:

and having writ hits send

Guess I knew a long time ago

this routine would just get harder

A little thick on my feet

a little less in the larder

well here’s a clue

well it’s a bomb filled with love

take it to the high cathedral

detonate it in the name of

what

2.1406 : 3/9/09 : Wherewithal

What if you haven’t really got the

wherewithal to pull out of this

long slow spiral you’ve been

circling for years?

All the little increments

and petty indulgences

and all the while the grime is

building up in the gears

keep flying off the handle

get hot under the collar

all my buttons getting

pushed from every side

that mountain isn’t getting

any shorter by the minute

by now there’s just so many

things I let slide

what

2.1405 : 3/8/09 : Dear Lord

Dear lord

what’s it going to be now

I think I’ve really

had enough of it this time

scrape my chair back

take my bow

Hear me pray oh lord

for the new paradigm

what

2.1404 : 3/7/09 : Temptations

I’ve got temptations

and what else is new

time to show of that patience

I ask from you

do the right thing for a change

do the smart thing

no need to perfect or rearrange

and nothing in my hand I bring...

what

2.1403 : 3/6/09 : Protocol

I wrapped up the protocol

put my head up, oh my gol

I guess I need it bad

I’ve had a nasty run of

indolence sickness

nocturnality and unforgiveness

don’t look now but I’m

genre-bending again

another pipe dream bubble

to prick with a pin

I want so bad to

gin up that perfect nerd bait

that none can afford to

neither embrace nor hate

what

2.1402 : 3/5/09 : Restart

Restart restart

give me another chance

this time I’ll do it perfectly

nail the little dance

that I surmise that you want

me to do

when you fire up that beat

and pull out that big gun of yours

start shooting at my feet

what

2.1401 : 3/4/09 : Reason

I make up my own reasons

why not knock them down

all reason’s fabrication

Least in Meta-town

But much as I’d like to deny

each failure hurts

And I’m so damn sick and tired

of how it all proceeds in fits and spurts

what

2.1400 : 3/3/09 : Clock

On somebody else’s clock

could be working, taking stock

seem to be getting sicker

not quite what was on the sticker

from here things seem pretty set

most change is a losing bet

the it’ll never happen quartet

playing right into my ear

and other horrors of future years

I should think of some distinction

save this non-starter from extinction

on the trash heap now so high

what, I’m an optimistic guy

what

2.1399 : 3/2/09 : Beaches

The profligate diaspora

of a certain class

or shade out of a bottle

whatever: tits and ass

Go conquer all the beaches

You’ve surely landed soft

well I’m no hotsie totsie

but it keeps my hope aloft

I might find my magic berth yet

hot and biting ice-cold peaches

juices drying on my lips

dark glasses gazing over beaches

what

2.1398 : 3/1/09 : Excuse

I’ve got a great excuse

for skipping out

it’s Doctor’s orders

Got to be over and out

what