2.5267: 10/4/19 : Square

Square up the edges

align my pins

reach up to the sky

touch my shins

square my shoulders

breathe in deeply

let it out slowly

it won't come cheaply

what

2.5266: 10/3/19 : The Uncertainty Factor

Hardly know where

my head's at these days

And the uncertainty

factor just weighs

an my shoulders my chest

a rest cure would be best

but that's not in

the cards this side

maybe of the sod roof

Surely of the senior ride

tell myself to

focus on the fundamentals

and lighten up all

mortal raiments are just rentals

It's just that uncertainty

factor pressing

on my head and my chest

a rest cure would be best

what

abstract

So what was the 100 song series I called "The Experiment"? Not a hundred percent sure to be honest. There's nothing clear to connect the songs, no marginal notes of explanation. I think it may have been an attempt to write the songs first thing in the morning, there seem to be a few allusions to this among the lyrics. A little mystery anyway, wrapped up if not solved.

what

2.5265 : 10/2/19 : Secret (The Experiment: 100/100)

So this age is getting run

by mockers and fools

I show up early

try to play by the rules

Limit of my relevance

approaches zero fast

Some my litany may be

fully secret at last

keep the secret:

nobody left to tell

no clear objective for years

probably just as well

persistence becomes easy

habit's inertial drift

and I'd the survival bit gets ugly

There's always shorter shrift

always some scrap to write on

always a pencil stub

who knows what it could come to

You tell me future schlub

maybe even optimism

a renewed lease

one experiment is done

but I must keep saying

me secret piece

keep the secret...

what

2.5264 : 10/1/19 : Finish Line (The Experiment: 99/100)

Messing up

in the eleventh

hour

how I'll page

through

how I'll scour

try to nail it

on the

finish line

bad science

and all fault is mine

what

2.5263 : 9/30/19 : Play Through (The Experiment: 98/100)

Watch the

play through

cradle to grave

fast forward

all the dull parts

no checkpoints

no save

even this grand

experiment

will only be

a slice

that still

exacts a price

what

2.5262 : 9/29/19 : Real Science (The Experiment: 97/100)

In real science

the data run is just the start

this is no science

I'd had to debate

it's even art

a protracted

growl of protest

I didn't get the

crown I wanted

and it hurts

down in my chest

You could call me

heartsick

I get afraid it's

not an idle phrase

and these eye teeth

are far too long

to gloss it as

a passing phase

what

2.5261 : 9/28/19 : Work Hard (The Experiment: 96/100)

Meant to think

bigger

but I just

worked hard

I maybe got

the black spot

but they put it

on a black card

put it in a

black box

Locked in a

black safe

worked hard

but this

white lab coat's

starting to chafe

what