Wednesday, September 30, 2020

2.3072 : 09/30/13 : Cap'n Fraksmackular

There's so many
Supposed to's in this world
my child
not much room is made
for play
or being a little wild
I recommend
investigating transgression
better to apologize
than try to justify
all expression
and I hope to see you
on the arc spectacular
smiling for the cameras
just like Cap'n Fraksmackular

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Tuesday, September 29, 2020

2.3071 : 09/29/13 : Forgetting

Getting afraid and
obsessed with forgetting
the obvious fruit
lies unpicked and I'm letting
too much red ink spill
while I strive for a new way
to believe every morning
to arrive at at today
should I know her name
did I see that already
have I written this
written this before
Can I hold steady
as the years do their work
on every foundation
did I write that before,
may I have that vacation?

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Monday, September 28, 2020

2.3070 : 09/28/13 : Ally

Fed up with the
lingering impressions of dreams
I can't remember
but the feeling that they leave behind
reminds me of
some past regret you know it seems
Sometimes like I have
no ally in my own mind
I know many
by name who surely are on my side
and believe me
that I have true gratitude
and still I need
a true ally on the inside
I know what's required
is more than just attitude
Waking I dreamed
sour pessimism might just carry the day
If I could teach a way
of hope to the dour depressed
physician heal thyself
you know I say it just as you say
your dreams leave an impression
but your dreaming doesn't leave me impressed

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Sunday, September 27, 2020

2.3069 : 09/27/13 : Well In the Heart

I heard of a well in the heart
of the city
my hopes and dreams were large
but my resources
itty bitty
I had to leave with a watch
a razor blade and some string
but I was young
and I said I can do anything
Should I tell you
of the wise old ones
the journey by boat
the swamp oh well I know
you could guess it all by rote
and what a sad state
after all those years passed by
I got to the well
you already guessed it
dry

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Saturday, September 26, 2020

2.3068 : 09/26/13 : Shape

I can almost see the shape
and I thought that it could
make the world right
I could almost see the shape
and I dreamed it was
the end of night
if time were the light
of the fourth dimension
and it shined on our being
shadowed causality: intention
If I could stretch my mind
encompass that shape
reveal the fifth dimension
roll it back like tape
I thought that I could see
it saw into me more deeply
So it began to rend
I couldn't ascend so steeply
What bore down on my mind
and spilled and inky blackness
that poured right out of me
Slumped in brokenness and slackness

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Friday, September 25, 2020

2.3067 : 09/25/13 : Seven Minutes

This book that fell
out of the sky
they all did
just like magic pie
If you think your special outlook
isn't a story
believe me by the end
of the page you'll be sorry
I give up
I give into the narrative
All characters
the plot line imperative
In seven minutes time
I'll stop talking about
talking about it
Will anybody notice
by the rhyme I bet
you can guess I doubt it

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Thursday, September 24, 2020

2.3066 : 09/24/13 : I Can Do This All Day

You think I'm bluffing
watch then and stay
see how it rolls
I can do this all day
It's not impressive
it does not entertain
I think it's an expression
of the soul's dark stain
I resisted the story
as far too predictable
I resisted the rhetoric
unwilling to inflict the bull
in less than three minutes though
I can drag a spark to you
If you won't fan a small flame up
well to hell with your snark too

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Wednesday, September 23, 2020

2.3065 : 09/23/13 : Want/Need

What I want
sorry
sorry
sorry
what I need
thank you
thank you
thank you
I guess I can't
deny
I still am
dope
rockin and fly
and it's another
day
what I need
let it proceed
what I want
toss it
away

Tuesday, September 22, 2020

2.3064 : 09/22/13 : The Measure of Tragedy

The could haves
the should haves
the same refrain
lost time
Genius isn't
what it used to be
my atrocious
your sublime
it's late for this old dog
to pick up new habits
the measure of
tragedy
this scion of giving up
is there
something you're trying to tell me

Monday, September 21, 2020

2.3063 : 09/21/13 : Trice

In a trice
the end of summer
and I said it twice
don't want to be a bummer
but it's been
no easy one
Yeah you never said
any would
hey son

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Sunday, September 20, 2020

2.3062 : 09/20/13 : The Rug

So you pull the rug out
again?
I'm so used to it
I stand trotting
So my heart feels
like it's getting squeezed
my gut feels like
it's rotting
So it's me
and circumstance
face to face
hand to hand
I'm so good at
never giving up
this latest twist
finds me quite bland

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Saturday, September 19, 2020

2.3061 : 09/19/13 : Next

I won't even do it
Next
I won't let you see me
Vexed
He's the type that gets what he
expects
this next sleight will leave him
perplexed

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Friday, September 18, 2020

2.3060 : 09/18/13 : Back to Back

Problems march sideways
back to back
the little ones slip by
the big ones stack
acid eats the newsprint
the microfiche is failing
can't find a drive to read the bits
magnetically derailing
Yet they say they're keeping copies
of every damn thing
they say they're the good guys
but they wear those skull rings
And problems stacked on problems
make me feel so small
I'd like to turn a back on it
but I can't summon up the gall

Thursday, September 17, 2020

2.3059 : 09/17/13 : Just What I Need

It could be a good thwarting
is just what I need
So despite my reporting
I should probably pay heed
to the messages of dreams
and idle thoughts' transits
Somewhere the seam gleams
but not how my heart plans it
Still the thing that I need
not in ego or wishing
Seeks the fix of my bead
until then I keep fishing

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Wednesday, September 16, 2020

2.3058 : 09/16/13 : Artifacts

I can't tell if I'm getting sick
or only pining
All I know for sure is
everyone's sick of whining
So barring economic class insurgency
against the toffs
barring cryogenic
space voyage cruiser take-offs
with no possibility
of leaving here intact
I contemplate the lesson
of the artifacts
Somewhere along the wayback
lost the pressure on my chest
the good old hypochondriac
gave up, gave it a rest
the artifacts all cryptic
tell me nothing new
and I'm surely no world's savior
but I'll see my own
collection through

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Tuesday, September 15, 2020

2.3057 : 09/15/13 : Work

At night you fret about
the end of days
Come light all you can
think about
is what pays
a hundred one months
past being any young turk
And there is much more
to life than work
feared pain and
unprincipled reaction
fear being forced into
ignominious retraction
the white horse's sighting
Surely slays shirk
because nothing can
fill a day like work

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Monday, September 14, 2020

2.3056 : 09/14/13 : God Emperor of Rome

God Emperor of Carthage
God Emperor of Troy
We'll hit a few towns on the way back
What can I say I'm a growing boy
God Emperor of Dresden
God Emperor of Pompeii
Staring at a smoking mountain through dark shades
Wondering how it felt when the sky went away
God Emperor of Hiroshima
God Emperor of Detroit
You been mean and ugly for a long time
and no loopholes left to exploit
God Emperor of Babylon
God Emperor of Rome
The fire wasn't the end or beginning
It fell all the same and so will every home
God Emperor of Rome
God Emperor of Rome
Someday even the names
will disappear like foam
God Emperor of Rome

101 Curious Professions 101/101(fin): God Emperor

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Sunday, September 13, 2020

2.3055 : 09/13/13 : Story

Everyone with a story
lord how many billion
that's not to say a word
about the ghost cotillion
How do we ever get
a single thing done
You have to find a story
to share with everyone
am I naive
oh hey hell yes
am I a punk
still wanting to say yes
don't need fortune fame
homage or glory
just two feet of light
and an hour to tell the story

101 Curious Professions 100/101: Storyteller (II)

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Saturday, September 12, 2020

2.3054 : 09/12/13 : Drill In

Drill in Drill in
is it ever far enough
am I proving here today
that I have got the 
right stuff
Interested in a way
trying not to get hope up
bite the curses from my tongue
Vile I guess I better soap up
I am drilling all the day
I am drilling all the night
growing like an algal bloom
nodding like a paperwhite

101 Curious Professions 99/101: Driller

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Friday, September 11, 2020

2.3053 : 09/11/13 : Manifest

Make manifest:
maybe time we figure out
that the lone fellow thinking it up
is not what change is about
Are there enough who can
see we don't know how
to open a channel to proceed
are we any closer now
we've had kings and philosophers
teachers and tribes
we've had glutton's banquets
of manifestos and
diatribes
ideology ain't nothing
but the gilt on
I've got mine jack
I've got no manifesto
and I think it's going to
have to be a sneak attack

101 Curious Professions 98/101: Manifesto Maker

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