2.4587 : 11/23/17 : Pass

This too this too

shall pass

that was a joke

a lark a gas

the best medecine they say

long as I don't laugh too hard

well I never said

I was all that much

of a bard

what

2.4586 : 11/22/17 : Twist

Hip hooray what you

got cooking up for me

in the plot twist

not thinking riches no

no mountaintop mentors

getting enlighten-blissed

here's me hoping for dull

a few hours lost off schedule

orders to feast light

here's to never knowing

if it's same-town coming

or the start of the next

long night

what

2.4585 : 11/21/17 : Last Ditch

Yelled for something new

not at all what I meant

like I've got to tell you

hate to say you've got a cruel bent

praying for another

turnaround last ditch

hoping but hopeless

hope you think it's all a stitch

how long now how many

nasty surprises

supposed to be trying to thank it up

for your stingy backhand prizes

think I'll leave it sour and raw

throw the thanks

right in your craw

another dirty trick

I'm fed right up with

your schtick

what

2.4584 : 11/20/17 : Taut

Taut like a drum

gluttonous and dumb

want to sing with a new voice

don't know where to get some

magic and grace

hipsunk in the rat race

a charicature

dumb look on my face

dim thoughts chase the rut

no-trick-learning old mutt

only Queen Mab on my mind

let her tell me what's what

what

2.4583 : 11/19/17 : The Skew

Fix the skew

and square the corners

though if I let it all collapse

think there'd

be no mourners

Still can't fathom

What the hell's the play here

just trying to

make ends meet

and stay clear

what

2.4582 : 11/18/17 : The Boys

Let the boys play

get out of the way

and I will try

for a quick decay

to the resting state

what

2.4581 : 11/17/17 : Churn

Everything changes

but is it just churn

object or purpose

destination or return

and my own little transit

through the greater mess

does it matter how I feel

is it worth calling my distress?

what

2.4580 : 11/16/17 : Book Coal

Book coal because God help me

it's still a commodity

Anybody left upstream

won't we be an oddity

So smart and so dumb

in strangely staggered measures

such equal parts obsessed with

and oblivious to our treasures

the rich are all nobodies

the thin edge of the wedge

the most obtuse ideology

dumb enough to call it a hedge

while the same damn sickle

mowed them all down alike

burned the dirtiest vein of coal

to build an electric bike.

what

2.4579 : 11/15/17 : Bounce

Just want to

spitball a couple

big new ideas

and bounce

quick fucking up

get stinking rich

lose about

a quarter ounce

maybe get

real spiritual

happy poor

and tripping balls

all make believe

sure I'll be working

and bouncing

right off all the walls

what

2.4578 : 11/14/17 : Subsumed

How deep am I subsumed

in this mess devised

or maybe accreted

of flotsam comprised

well past mere backtrack

have to forge a trail

already packed to the corners

sure a sad travail

nice word maybe

a little on the nose

lost in the weeds

the words the prose

like to find a new angle

but for now for here

it's a matter of momentum

and not much to steer

what

2.4577 : 11/13/17 : Found

If I could get found

like the sheep I am

where would I get put

long last of the I am

Would you put me in a pen

or out to pasture

Will I graze grateful

On till my last year

What do I want

adventure? or content

how do I really feel?

like a bag of wet cement

what

2.4576 : 11/12/17 : Trip

Trip tripping again

lost my place

with a pen

So it happens

sometimes

these aren't sins

these aren't crimes

Oh who am I

trying to convince

and what the hell am

I trying to call

evidence

what

2.4575 : 11/11/17 : Flesh and Blood

Flesh and blood

passed across

hand to hand

Sweat blood

trying to imagine

reaching across

the divide

the vanished land

wish you would

tap my shoulder

breathe me one clue

feeling like

it's mostly wrapped up

only hoping

it's untrue

what

2.4574 : 11/10/17 : King's Road

The world went to sleep

and me too along

though alone

and without lying down

perhaps on the

King's road

at last this once

I will chance on

the golden crown

what

2.4573 : 11/9/17 : Pedestal

Another luck loser star

knocked off the pedestal

maybe OK to be nonentity

try harder to eat my vegetables

bumped myself into twilight time

digging at the sore

of why we're so often awful

of trying not to think what's in store

what

2.4572 : 11/8/17 : Scraps

The scraps you smash

through the narrowing slats

don't feel precious

well how about that

The time torrents gushing

both arms to the crooks

write about that

they can read it in books

autumn rolls up its sleeves

shrugs its shoulders way north

casting cold of its eaves

flexes once and goes forth

and I mess with my scraps

bend the line to a loop

someday I'll join the curve

boy won't I get the scoop

what

2.4571 : 11/7/17 : Spin

All I see is the circles

all I see is the spin

turning ever inward

more always spirals in

all I know about the future

it's going to take us by surprise

and whoever tells you other

is the father of all lies

what

2.4570 : 11/6/17 : Bid

What am I bid

For a clapped out night

sold and resold

withered with blight

dark times again

not all in my head

none to shout sold

bag I'm holding instead

what

2.4569 : 11/5/17 : Haywire

like all the

other weather

gone haywire

the cloud of evil

in a mire

in the gyre

circling and

circling

might just stay

and how the hell

do you blow it

away

what

2.4568 : 11/4/17 : Happy Hour

Spent my happy hour

like a happy buck

don't have to like me

but admit I've got pluck

I'll roll it up soon

but here's to you my friends

and this winding path that seldom

goes where anyone intends

what

2.4567 : 11/3/17 : Tame

Think i might be

fully tame

ask: how'd it happen

look for:

who to blame

so sad because

thought I was so wild

When you get so much

closer to being dead

than a child

do I want to

bust off the reservation

damn appropriationist

this is no

vacation

no manifesto

no hot art take

just another tame one

just a fake

what

2.4566 : 11/2/17 : Old Hat

Tired of this

tired of that

tired of tired

but that trick's old hat

should make a difference

but don't

should make me kick my spurs

but I won't

probably too late

to go sniffing up my sleeve

predictably nothing there

and I'd best just leave

but I'm not doing it

going to grind out the light

stay the crazy course

lucky if I don't stay up all night

what

2.4565 : 11/1/17 : HARP

This plodding harp

this dumb hum

and dad gum

how long can you milk

the persist refrain

the monotony

of a box freight crane

what I've been gathering

doesn't play

I recall no dreams

dark mornings blast away

only cobwebs behind

tangling up the harp

was I really once potent

was I ever sharp.

what