2.5254 : 9/21/19 : Casting (The Experiment: 89/100)

Get on the horn

and fire casting

clearly I'm

in the wrong role

let's get blasting

make me a void

the size of my soul

what's this tackle

I'm casting

See what I did there

mixing my metaphors

a feast of words

I'm straight fasting

do the next thousand

by semaphore

what

2.4261 : 1/1/17 : Rune

So the sucking void

asserts its space

too soon

Please don't ask me to

explain the chaos rune

just the armies

of the hateful

Still on every side

and does the light really abide?

I'm just cranky

I'm just low on sleep

fucked up on legal

uppers

downers

too much wheat

too many words

too many minds

everted

on this backwards warped

panoptic

where all progress

is perverted

what

2.4243 : 12/14/16 : No Fathoming

Stuck in the cracks again

the broken in betweens

Sometimes there seems a great

void from the last twelve

back to my teens

plenty of cracks in there

no fathoming

what fell through

somehow in all the wreck

it never came to me and you

maybe on the

flipside 'verse

they make a bright lattice

great and fair

shining a perfect light

on every seed that

we cast down there

what

2.4038 : 5/23/16 : Sullen

Let the sullen sing

beneath this

battered veneer

nobody guess

I've got a reputation here

plunge the void

heart stopped

and immaculate

too tired to care

and feeling

hacked to bits

what

2.4030 : 5/15/16 : Null Rev

Try to jack the null rev

spin up on the void

back on that bootstrap trip

could never long avoid

tried the skim, the start-up

got jacked and smacked my heart up

tried the grift, the neo-pious

missed rhe next thing that got by us

left looking like

trying to make hand shadows in the dark, gee -

Sorry thought I had ahold

on something

dumb me, more malarky

tried the pocket friend, the fresh jam

Nobody bought a ticket for that,

alakazam

and I got

left looking like

trying to make hand shadows in the dark, gee -

sorry thought I had ahol

on something

dumb me, more malarky

what

2.3563 : 2/3/15 : Bacon (Endless Axis 296/500)

Is this the hammer

will this grindstone

save my bacon

to hell with all of it

I'm dying cannot

put the brake on

Let me spill into

a black and trackless

void of sleep

behold the next slip

and the riddle

there, exquisite, deep

what

2.3148 : 12/15/13 : Speaking

Struck by how I should treat

whereof I would not speak

Stuck on how I could see

what has truly come to my hands

I should sing of young love

heroism's lofty peak

God and love of the homelands

But I'm stuck on the top

Where my thoughts are seeking

and the moment's fierce now

blows all words to the wind

where my thoughts write words large

but they're scarcely worth speaking

and the shuddering void

knocked rang clattered and dinned

what

2.2645 : 7/30/12 : Void

Drop notes into a void
don't think about what gets destroyed
every minute, every sleep
every increment of the mission creep
the mission is blown we're just making things up
the only directive left intact is to disrupt
no buzzwords on the edge of the void
and the question of transmission just left me annoyed
Guess it's the nature of things to feel it's just repetition
looking for my version of immaculate ignition
find a way to surf the void intact
find my way to where light's the only fact

what

2.2448 : 1/15/12 : Void

The loss of last vices
leaves the void alone at last
with the erosion of the notion
I would ever be an iconoclast
me and the void up close and personal
its silent ringing hollow
nothing but space no place in the place
and its lesson far too much to swallow
when did I ever not carry it with me
when did it not warp my flow
What did it leave as a trace on the plate
only hard radiation will show
But wherever they look
and by whatever light
They'll not see the void inside
it doesn't show up sure it's strictly
a rumor that cuts deep and
wide

what

2.751 : 5/24/12 : The Seal

I refuse to put the seal
of any sort on it
Experience the moment
try to be less full of shit
everything just must be
what it is and nothing else
wait for the moment
pass it
I wait for the bells
I am free
I do what I will
I am free
with all my choices
what’s it matter if
I thought it out
or merely heard voices
I refuse to mark
that void
with some great seal
I’ll cross the bridge
when it comes
and not brook
any other deal

what

2.551 : 11/5/06 : Try All

Try all possible
methods of inquiry
try all possible
attacks
the only thing between us and the void
is human industry
and there’s no way
to cover our tracks
how dull to try so little
politics and the church
how foolish when you need to chop
to only whittle
while you whistle in the dark
it all gets left in the lurch
try harder try
something different
make it new make it real
make it now
Otherwise it will all
pass with little incident
silent with a graceless
bow

what

732 : 4/11/00 : Obsession

Am I obsessed with the manufacture of verse?

am I under a spell, a voodoo curse?

does it all root back to my childhood days

or a summer long lost in a marijuana haze

I confess obsession with many things

God and watch works and Saturn’s rings

I’ve been recycling rhymes a long time it’s true

but I’m still trying to rhyme my way back to you

Is this obsession have I lost my mind

did I mask it with cigarettes and kind

if the therapy takes will I give it up

this fountain this overflowing cup

I’ve got a jones but that’s not what I mean 

I’ve got to wash till my hands feel clean

I’ve got to write till the words are gone

so hey, today, another song

One day I’ll break through the barrier

the unknown terrifies - the alternative is scarier

to find at last the plenum or the void

someday when my obsession is destroyed

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here