2.5242 : 9/9/19 : Little Holes (The Experiment: 77/100)

Like a lot in

this life

experience is

unpleasant

on a good day

I might argue

it's not just

that I'm a peasant

something

intrinsic

and leaves a bunch

of little holes

to heal on my

own time

one more thing

shoving back goals

what

2.5136 : 5/26/19 : Bum

Bum knee

numb hand

slack gut

one man band

fake teeth

shoulders foxed

trick colon

ye houses get poxed

better start doing

every thing I can

Because it's a long life sometimes

and I'm falling apart man

what

2.5043 : 2/22/19 : Switch

Call the switch back

abitrary

unplanted

after a thousand

years

stationary

seventeen lives

suddenly

flare

not another

word about it

till I

see you there

what

2.4946 : 11/17/18 : March of Reasons

Run up a red kite

on a black string

The march of reasons

denying it could

be anything

Would make life easier

But I can't make

that hook catch

But is that sound I hear

somone

undoing the latch? 

what

2.4938 : 11/9/18 : Living And

I was cooking up a

whole line

about the living and

the dead

but I just want to

shelve it now

Lay my head in bed

And put a punctuation

mark on one dumb part

the end of the era

of start and stop and start

what

2.4916 : 10/18/18 : Spiral

No pulling out

the spiral and

the rout

never should have

shown a hand

next up

a lifetime

pounding sand

what

2.4895 : 9/27/18 : Flying

Flying on a lucky chance

and will get popped surely

meanwhile the mythic pop

gets phased up and

Swirly

And oh if I could drum that

gorgeous nonsense into life

If only I could feel the

way I thought I'd be

stalwart to strife

Screw it I'm sick of the

pepe talk and the self-help

need to lock a flight pattern

because I'm no whelp

what

2.4823 : 7/17/18 : 3 Brief (2)

3 brief

descents

it matters still

briefly take on

the hatter's quill

by virtue of

one mad aproach

till all the darts

of life encroach

what

2.4795 : 6/19/18 : Squawk

Get all multitasky

meanwhile

life's got pretty

mask-y

once again or maybe

I just like the pose

this grindy

isn't me

or else it gets the hose

not finding

much else to be

there goes that

road I don't like

miss the days

I rode around on my bike

waiting on my own

signal

full of big talk

still feels like the cycle

So listen to me squawk

what

2.4782 : 6/6/18 : Seven Years On

Seven years on

I should express gratitude

I mainly beat the new worm

and less pain's no platitude

Some long hard years

plenty of blood

mystified as to the cause of it

way out clear as mud

of course the grind came in

stole most of the gain

pulled out of the red spiral

So much for less random pain

but I've got to be real

and give a real thanks

at least until life

pulls the next of its unholy pranks

what

2.4653 : 1/28/18 : Mojo

To get the mojo back

fix the whole culture

rectify the great disunion

keep back you damn vulture

there's not a corpse here

there's life in us yet

Still a world of simple pleasure

Somehow we're bound to get

a lot of reading lately

probably won't cut it

have to find it in the darkness

won't come overnight but it

must be worth it

the mojo's very needful

So I'll be silent get to sleep

and try to be so heedful

what

2.4652 : 1/27/18 : Anywhere

So many places to

go to be

not especially concerned

that there I'll still be me

So many places

but for the straightjacket

the sunken cost

the business cycle

of course the debt racket

many never make it

much of anywhere

live the life you choose

so why should I care

but a seed planted early

still tries to sprout

but I wouldn't lay money

that I'll ever get out

what

2.4645 : 1/20/18 : Steps

Am I slowing

losing steps

just want the quiet life

maybe a few more

laps and reps

a few more greens

better sleep

no kind of plan

but these steps

are going deep

into the drifted

snow of

day after tomorrow

So says the bit of

future vision

I borrow

what

2.4495 : 8/23/17 : Phases

Life phases like the

moon's craze is on

me remembering

Prior junctions

hours overworked on

functions

unfulfilled

ended up half crazy

and bitter-pilled

but I'm not then or that

and then's not now

call it an interlude

I'll get back into space

somehow

what

2.4488 : 8/16/17 : Air Silos

Steel horizons steel skies

Scale beggars imagination

On vistas as the crow flies

tanks like lakes

jewel-emerald with life

I dream the air silos

fields of division on the bioknife

Chlorophyll and concentration

the great inertial pumps

the works wrought in great black

yards of asteroid mine dumps

to dream a lifetime I'll never see

new fontiers and other well-worn copy

I circle on a glider of thought

Over rich outlets where the air gets choppy

what

2.4445 : 7/4/17 : Story of My Life

All the old familiar

greeedy traffic after

the lights in the sky

and me feeling

unliberated

the internal voice

constantly berated

but the lights were pretty

and there was

drum and fife

and if the old problems

come back up quick

ah that's the

story of my life

what

2.4441 : 6/30/17 : Wrapped

I'll stop thinking about

Whether it wrapped well or ill

When did I start caring

the latest bitter pill

Oh can't I get off it

the suffering

maybe the meaning of life

is just buffering

But I hung up the sign

and I can leave it flat

because I want to just

get my going on like that

what

2.4323 : 3/4/17 : Brief

Let each song's life

be brutal and brief

to ward off the one

who comes like a thief

in the night while the rest

sleep shelved like books

I spin up what can't

be claimed by crooks

what

2.4307 : 2/16/17 : Silt & Drift

Still too often wanting

to just rush through

grasping, grasping, grasping

and it all sifts past to

silt and drift

the pile unobtainable

the very hallmark of

life unsustainable

try to stop to

be very very still

what's there to gather

nothing does and nothing will

still not right

somehwere an easy stance

effortless unthinking

light as an unsettling glance

billowing net of gossamer

billows with crystal light

but this only a daydream

and I rush into another night

what

2.4272 : 1/12/17 : It's Fun to Dream

It's fun to dream

big score big con life's work on along

Shot down shot back toss the shot

Then attack

it's fun to dream

oh the melody the shaker breaker

bellery fame without

consequence

how'd a smart boy

get so dense?

But it's

fun to dream away

the dark age in between

the wasted gears

and another dull day

but that is not

the song I sought

and dreaming ends

If only I could

end all thought

of

what