2.4817 : 7/11/18 : Tether

Are the ends

growing together

will the next step

yank the tether

We no longer

see the other

me just father

you just mother

if I asked

oh really would you

Said I couldn't

oh but could you

knew it wouldn't

be tonight

and the when

is out of sight

what

2.4511 : 9/8/17 : Feeling Nice

Feeling nice:

Good God, don't interrogate

no finding flaws

it's fine in fact

it's better, it's great

don't demand

anymore, than

what's present

this is the all-grand-moment

surely what

an angel sent

feeling nice

the future is not

ours to bother

it comes unbidden

all of the kindly parent

tonight I call him

father

and no stress

no needing to explain

the Mother will

sweep up the rest

and the feeling-fine moment

will forever

remain

what

2.3784 : 9/12/15 : Winston

Winston Smith

what should I make of you now

the screen don't watch us back

but we're all watching anyhow

I had a dream, not of you

but your namesake planted a seed

holy black mother of invention

sacred daughter of need

I leave a mark to remember

like so many before

maybe be my room of terror

maybe be the last decent horror

leave the rest to the bomb squad

remembrance and the past

pray for simple outcomes

pray this marker

forever to last

what

2.3771 : 8/30/15 : Many Accusers

This feeling like:

aren't you getting on

with something

many accusers

I ain't got nothing

ready to start

another category war

I'm doubting they'll

settle any score

many things mother

I control next to nothing

and still and so

I need to get on with something

what

2.3561 : 2/1/15 : Unrevealed and Yet Invasive (Endless Axis 294/500)

The unrevealed and yet

invasive Lord

and hope unwanted's

a thousand edge sword

I get cut up

any which way I turn

I should shut up

however thoughts may churn

It's been a while

hello Mr. Dim

I swore on a stack of mothers

I never knew him

but that invasive master

invisible hysterical

I should shut up

hell that would be a miracle

what

2.3196 : 2/1/14 : Shatter

Don't take on problems not mine

got enough pins to scatter

don't take on someone's smoke

don't dream about shatter

Never let me practice my art

So I must pick up another

trust it will blow in on the wind

trust the spirit the mind's mother

what

2.3115 : 11/12/13 : Log

Do I gotta keep

the captain's log again

to try to

bootstrap out

of this dull sin

of seeking solace

in the spit warm flow

the mess of tubes

the dim electron glow

Effect the log-in

set the secret code

praying at last

I'll tap the mother lode

I know the symptom's

not the real disease

if you think up a cure

do log it please

what

2.2735 : 10/28/12 : Interesting

What's interesting?
snails and stones
the patterns water makes
the patterns water makes
brass and bones
no money in it
so sick of that consideration
what's not interesting
the business of this busy nation
process manager
procedures analyst
momma told me
someday I'd get the gist
you've got to
hold on to what's interesting
when the tide pours in
and I'm holding on with both hands
despite the shape I'm in

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

2.2370 : 10/29/11 : Clever or Nice

Clever clever clever or
nice nice nice
momma told you once
she won't tell you twice
it doesn't always work out
sweet as pie
And not momma no nor
nobody else can tell you why
I tried being clever
I tried to be nice
why not both at once
it sounds like paradise
because momma said it
doesn't make it so
and if I manage to prove it
I'll let you know

what

2.2242 : 06/23/11 : Song I Dreamed

The song I dreamed I wrote
but did not
these dreams lately have turned my head
I kid you not
but wake to the same day
the same hill to fail
came tumbling back without
water or even pail
it's not a nursery rhyme
and I am no good mother
I'd look on these spent days
with scorn for any other
and no exceptions here
I've got no plea to cop
but to stay awake or dreaming
yet I still don't stop

what

2.1860 : 6/6/10 : Backwards

Everything is getting backwards
finding all the frayed dropped threads
a maze of splintering loose ends
because ofs mixed with insteads
try to put a marker on it
hold my hand remembering
been down that line this line the other
backwards I guess must be the thing
habits that are not making me stronger
I know what I have to do but
retracing the steps is hard
harder than staying in the rut
but I just have the day to mind
poised on the hour between one, another
help me father help me mother
help me wife, son, sister, brother

what

2.1600 : 9/19/09 : Eleven

Turn it up to eleven

comedy cliché

I hit it every hour

I hit it every day

I’ll never explain myself

just hope that it gets better

refine it to a paragraph

and send it in a letter

complete one sentence

and roll on to another

think about my father

think about my mother

A line must just be drawn

somewhere this side of heaven

consider it a matter

of dialing up eleven

what

2.1546 : 7/27/09 : Serial (The Golden Age 91/100)

What’s left to deny I’m a serial recidivist

Not much left but to wait to be punished by your iron fist

It’s all your fault you made me this way

Mr. Mom Mr. Dad Mr. God Mr. State

It’s all your fault and I’m your problem to solve

If I could get a number that would be great

It takes longer to describe the problem than for Mr. Doctor to shake his head

There’s nothing I can do and it isn’t covered plus it’s all in your mind is all he said

It’s all your fault you made me this way

Mr. Mom Mr. Dad Mr. God Mr. State

It’s all your fault and I’m your problem to solve

If I could get a number that would be great

It’s all your fault you made me this way

Mr. Mom Mr. Dad Mr. God Mr. State

It’s all your fault and I’m your problem to solve

If I could get a number that would be great

It’s all your fault you made me this way

Mr. Mom Mr. Dad Mr. God Mr. State

It’s all your fault and I’m your problem to solve

If I could get a number that would be great

what

2.1496 : 6/7/09 : The Finest One There Is (The Golden Age: 41/100)

Is it the first or last that’s

the finest one there is

the finest of a fine day

take notes there’s going to be a quiz

the first last, the last last

the finest one there is

the was when, the long past

Yours, theirs, ours, hers, his

And all the middle verses

seem to speak to on another

We have a common ancestor

once called invention’s mother

the first last, the last last

the finest one there is

the was when, the long past

Yours, theirs, ours, hers, his

the first last, the last last

the finest one there is

the was when, the long past

Yours, theirs, ours, hers, his

The beginning of the end, the end of the beginning

the finest of the finest

the end of loss the start of winning

the cruelest month, the kindest

what

2.1467 : 5/9/09 : Repetition (The Golden Age: 13/100)

If at first you don’t succeed

well the mother of necessity is need

Practice make perfect don’t it

I must have started very poor

I don’t feel halfway there (I guess I’m not)

I guess I don’t know what practice is for

Repetition one one two two three three

you you you you me me me me

If nothing’s perfect what is practice for

better’s better than never but better gets by too

I guess I better find a better line to believe in

I guess I better work the me me you you

Repetition one one two two three three

you you you you me me me me

You me him her them us and the perfect never comes

And I feel like I’m sitting at the back of the short bus and she hums

Repetition one one two two three three

you you you you me me me me

Repetition one one two two three three

you you you you me me me me

you me you me you me you me

you me you me me me me me

what

2.1054 : 3/22/08 : Frugality (Seventyseven: 59 of 81)

If you’re running things

if you’re serving God

there’s nothing like frugality

get your goodies twice

overcome it all

ascend so high above reality

If you want a kingdom

a mother of a kingdom

there’s just no way else to go

sink those roots deep now

sink firm in sleep now

see far, live long, rise and know

what

2.1047 : 3/15/08 : Beginning (Seventyseven: 52 of 81)

This is a beginning

a common beginning

not an ending

not a loss

no I am winning

know the mother of the world

know the mother, her offspring

You’ll be free of earthly harm

you’ll be free of everything

Block every passage

lock every door

Then you’ll know exactly

what freedom is for

Or throw it all open

get busy as hell

you may find you no longer

see so well

it may seem a small thing

but its use is endless

watch me start a new life

now I’ve got the changeless

what

2.1032 : 2/29/08 : Little Peace (Seventyseven: 37 of 81)

All things are accomplished

without notice, or bother

hold tight to the fathomless

to all mother and father

and when it all gets riled up

a simple word will still it

restore the natural order

raise the cup and fill it

and finally we’ll know

a little peace

and for a little while

the world will settle in its lease

what

2.999 : 1/27/08 : Using (Seventyseven: 4 of 81)

3,191 : 1 ?

Using only empties

it can never fill

hoping cannot fill the bowl

but working will

seems the vessel we’ve elected

is fathomless

united in one great need

finally more is less

blunt edge:

straight string:

one light:

and this hidden thing

the mother of the

whole wide world

scraping at the bottom

of the bowl we find it curled

what