2.2433 : 12/31/11 : The Inheritance

Count my inheritance
at year's end
no hint of presence
no message shall send
we're on our own on this side
so goes the battle
So goes the ride
a little silver, no gold
and this love hate I've got on
with lucre's getting old
not like I'm wanting
was expecting much
just another one of
the kinds of straws I clutch
gird up I tell myself
time to begin
this is your inheritance
to stand up again and again
maybe there's a golden treasure
to find in it all yet
keep that one close to my heart
while I cast my net

what

2.2432 : 12/30/11 : Wishes

If I believed in wishes
I would wish to
want to
be cut down
to a simple stalk
no branches
no renown
my complexity
isn't worth
a disc of lead
and all the thinking
rattling around
fills me with
existential dread
throw the coin in
rub the lantern
tear it up and feed it
to the fishes
hey somebody
hey somebody
listen to my wishes

what

2.2431 : 12/29/11 : Click

Fiddle and fool and
click click click
till your elbow or
your shoulder gets sick
concentration shot
creativity
the dirty little secret
is it's all teevee
Oh what will I
What will I do instead?
clean and repair
eat the daily bread
take a grab at the
longer end of the stick
sit and stare and wait
for something inside to click

what

2.2430 : 12/28/11 : Vague Spiritual

I've had enough of the fluff
the vague spiritual bluff
the little here and the little there
the trust in the trust and you'll
if when you where
real advice is hard to come by
you know I'm not just some dumb guy
but I feel pretty foolish lately
page after page of stilted stately
structure God it all sounds the same
only so many rhymes in the game
and if the turn of phrase doesn't sing
it isn't really anything

what

2.2429 : 12/27/11 : The Attitude

The attitude:
is perfect or
perfectly terrible
is it really the end
and the be all
deep down was I
seeking the message of doom
prefer the
comforting numbness
of guaranteed gloom
is there anything to change?
nothing to see here
it's all an accident
that much is clear

what

2.2428 : 12/26/11 : Sea of Stories

I declared that tales would end
no anticipation nothing round the bend
Tried to make it work for a month or so
Man in a ship said it just won't sail you know
How long since I touched my peaceful ocean
How long despite the sense of constant motion
I tell you God it's ten long years
the stuff of stark though still lesser fears
I tried your histories I tried your allegories
There's nothing left for it
but to return to the sea of stories
There's no such thing as bad luck
only suffering and resolve
only walking in the moment
there is nothing you can solve
and the world does not need saving
and it has no destination
and there is no difference between
vacation or incarceration
or anyway that is the line
of the strange bird that quarries
the deep unfathomed ocean caves
far under the sea of stories

what

2.2427 : 12/25/11 : Magical

When did magic
get such a bad name
call me childish
I should be ashamed
the world is not alive
you get hooked by the
crudest jive
already I'm sick
of the topic
So typical
So unphilosophic
a couple steel rings
a cardboard tube
hey what happened to
the handkerchief, rube
all the tricks I
threw out along the way
a magical life
doesn't really sound that way

what

2.2426 : 12/24/11 : Organizer

Now to me to be

the organizer
picking up this thing
you dropped
not quite my size,
there
isn't anything
for that though
nothing for
a lot of things;
So it's said to go

what

2.2425 : 12/23/11 : Chain

String the chain
over the range once more
off the reservation
scrambling on shore
under fire taking
heavy loss
and still storming
you can't deny
by the numbers
still performing

what

2.2424 : 12/22/11 : Patterned

Patterned with the
marks of all the
repetitions
iterations
tired of the
sober discourse
all the philosophic
conversations
Don't know nothing
going nowhere
no percentage
in griping
sniping
scrambling through
the piping
but then
what the hell am I hyping?

what

2.2423 : 12/21/11 : Checkered

Another contribution
to the checkered history
my
hit or miss
my story
I tell you man
Most don't hit the target
Most of us take
what we can get
What the hell
do I need
if not a plan?

what

2.2422 : 12/20/11 : Diptych 2

Sad mother
afflicted son
all so universal
what's the deal with everyone
getting all iconoclastic
as if your joint's an less plastic
today take me on familiar tides
trip as familiar as Disney rides
annunciation
transubstantiation
beatification
and of course mortification
the diptych logic merciless
think I can leave you to infer the rest

what

2.2421 : 12/19/11 : Diptych 1

The tree in bloom
the tree bare
the stone angels
who only stare
the diptych heaven
the right hand hell
more a sketch than a painting
but oh well

what

2.2420 : 12/18/11 : Draw a Line

Draw a line under
a pack of mean days
such a great excuse
it's worth that anyways
it's not a great story
well sure I'm pretty small
laid low by the heavy line
and can't draw up the sum at all

what

2.2419 : 12/17/11 : The Narrative

If not the narrative then what
the repetition and the rut
the inward meditative trance
the fumbling for the being dance
a sickness drops the hammer
hear my little scribblers yammer
lost the story of why for my trying
lost in his storyless dying
so tired and so unstoried
pining to be enriched and gloried
instead the miasmas hit me
you want me back damnit come
and get me

what

2.2418 : 12/16/11 : Exit the Only

Exit the only
solution to the lonely
state of utter sickness with
the state of all this rhetoric
unable to decide a thing
the bottom of
the denominator
just keeps dropping
words won't fix
good will is spent
and the movement
is a revenant
tell me there's no
way to go
tell me as if
I didn't know
retreat within
discrete, within
unspeaking
I'll slam the door
on every cause
without regard
to writ or cause
the end of it
descend and quit
my seeking

what

2.2417 : 12/15/11 : Tolereance

I should have
built up more
tolerance by now
to the poison
to the trauma
to the broken vow
I should have come up
with a strategy
instead of what still
looks a whole lot like
wait and see
nobody is watching
or expecting anymore
appreciate their tolerance
they don't
show me the door
as I try to grasp the nettle
take the bull by its horns
end up lightly gored
and with a hand
full of thorns

what

2.2416 : 12/14/11 : Bitter Again

Bitter they say
makes the placebo efficacious
maybe an apocrypha
the truth is seldom
so audacious
fool my tongue
with the bitter again
Don't know what's coming
don't know when
hardly reason
to continue on
all for the sake
of tradition, long
forgotten in
languages no one
speaks
well no one to speak of
pedantic freaks
no not me
I'm bitter is all
bitter again
back to a
bitter wall

what

2.2415 : 12/13/11 : The Other

Get one thing
forge the other
push me pull you
can't somebody help me
with a whack-a-brother
let it all slide
well no surprise
it ends up against a wall
with panic in its eyes
well what I need
well I won't say just what
and what would make
a difference
well I really got no clue though
but
get on to the other
if it seems a wild shot
in pitch black
Oh let's get on with the other
get on with the other
before inertia hits back

what

2.2414 : 12/12/11 : Forgetfulness and the Consequence

Forgetfulness
and the consequence is
another foray
into straddling the fences
where are we
when we're neither here nor there
When I don't have
the wherewithal
except to sit and stare
got to wash clothes
put away the dishes
tend my lame little projects
like lame little
upstream fishes
lose my continuity
pick it up once more
my mind a million miles off
trying to forget
what I deplore

what