2.4725 : 4/10/18 : Metatron

I suppose I must put forth

suppose I must tie one on

for I am under geas and edict

of the Great Archangel Metatron

Don't you think for even a minute

I think I'm some mouthpiece of God

I am plodding glib and gormless

I'm a bumbler and a clod

God enjoys his shoddy instruments

us noisy gongs us clanging bells

And I just do as I must do

under Metatron's entrancing spells

hey relax it's all symbolic

I just think symbols are real

And it keeps me somewhat honest

and the output free of mass appeal

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2.4248 : 12/19/16 : Presumed Retreat

I've got the fragility

fit only for contempt

never dare dodge

or claim a gram of flesh exempt

bear my symbolic stature

heaped with blame

mocked for the presumed retreat

but actually immune from shame

maybe even resemble it

too closely for comfort

want to sew a silk lining

on my obligatory hairshirt

no idea if I'm supposed to

read the book or not

Suppose in my presumed retreat

no matter what:

I'm a craven snot

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2.4188 : 10/20/16 : All Chorus

Don't wanna

talk about old symbols

all chorus no verse

I put up with it

up to now

but you know I gotta

break sometime

holy cow

and all considered

you know I could have

done worse

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2.3212 : 2/17/14 : Pricks

Pricks assail from every which way

I keep kicking but they're not going away

I'd symbolize nine tenths of them with one sign

Something like an S with a double line

Yet still I contemplate no great escape

too bad my ship's made from boxboard and tape

confess sometimes I fear the pricks will fade away

do too good bluffing this weak hand I play

what will I kick at then what will I fight

get left alone with just myself all day and night

night and day after day I ask just the same

can I even give this dilemma a name

is it really indecision is it dimmer tricks

or am I just rolling to escape the pricks

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2.2286 : 08/06/11 : The Ecstasy of Gold

They will remember us
as some dim tailing off
of something long and slow and stupid
they won't think ill of us
they won't look back and cuss
so dim and dull and deadly sweet as cupid
the ecstasy of gold
already taking hold
the mindless clinging to the weight that's sinking
is just a symbol too
no real thing it's true
so you best sniff that no name mix you're drinking

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2.1114 : 5/21/08 : The Hole

Holy hell the hole again

thought that we’d outgrown it

but I guess I don’t know when

am I a symbol of

the great decline?

The theory that whatever

is not yours is mine?

we dig that hole through

greed and hope

I think I know who’s

pulling on that rope

and we just keep coming

back for more

forgetting that the hole’s

not just a metaphor

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2.1030 : 2/27/08 : Great Symbol (Seventyseven: 35 of 81)

If I just had the Great Symbol

I’d get everything

significance importance

and the shiny ring

while you dally at the table

with the trifles and the sweets

I’m onto something stellar

with such sublime beats

though it’s bland as buttered bread

pale as the sky

though it appeals to neither

the ear nor the eye

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2.659 : 2/21/07 : The Consequence

Little as I want to follow through
Little as I’ve got to say in my defense
Much as I would like to forget all I’ve forgotten
nevertheless there is the consequence
Determined as I was to see the matter clear
I set a course that seemed direct
the date was right the symbolism potent
I had a plan and everything was perfect
But now the consequence is all that I recall
all that matters, all predictions futile
And I’ll get over it in just a day or two
as long as I as I can still make you smile

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