2.5204 : 8/2/19 : Receptive (The Experiment: 39/100)

North facing window

soon see snow

seems impossible right now

and that's exactly

how things go

trying to get online

tuned in

receptive

try to turn off

the stream of invective

that always turns inward

always impedes

I know what I have

to do

but man I'm lost in the reeds

what

2.5011 : 1/21/19 : Half Early

Missed a window

and the moment passed

like an angel in silence

its shadow cast

The day had qualities

mostly it flew

mostly kept busy

avoided the stew

not much of a story

what lesson not much

cruise out on old standup

half early and such

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2.4520 : 9/17/17 : AXIS

I counted out about three years

I counted out a clean dozen

And if it strikes you as an easy road

I'm telling you, cousin

I made it all about the mirror

the window and the door

beats working endlessly

at telling what it's all good for

and at the point

I was ready to say

I'd just been at it too long

I found I could not

turn my back

or walk away from the

endless axis of song

You may think you got it

all figured out at line one or two

maybe you had me by the

introduction

and said to yourself oh

I know all about you

well you didn't at that

for the axis is great and mighty

and if you find me at my

leisure

I'll demonstrate that I don't

take it lightly

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2.3608 : 3/20/15 : Autobio (Endless Axis 341/500)

Seems like I missed my window for

driving the ten year nail

guess I could take a paper detour

Or would we call that an epic fail

guess I know what tag I'm going to flag this smack

how you like the cryptic autobio

gee it sure all takes me back

to all the pages pages

I'm eroding like the bookworm I am

never get this one in music

yet another slab of firm high ham

but it meant something to me

Someday have to drill much deeper

harder rhymes from deeper wells

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2.2982 : 07/2/13 : Beam

The center is heavy

the fulcrum's fit to snap

I need your easy yoke

but all I feel's the strap

oh to get enlightenment

shot in like on a beam

to see each particular thing

just as it might seem

I need a resting place

I've balanced on this beam too long

and cannot shake the trembling

feeling every movement's wrong

I'll find a firm foot

and though my window is scant

I'll take a perfect turn on it

the sticking place you'll see me plant

101 Curious Professions 27: Acrobat

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2.2633 : 7/18/12 : Button

Push the button
till it just gets stupid
and nobody laughs anymore
another five
years or so of posting bills
and heavens won't I be a bore
I know it's insane
to keep pressing and pressing
expecting a different
outcome to transpire
but there's nothing left
but to jump out of the window
there's nothing else
but the fire

what

2.2408 : 12/06/11 : Progress

Today I don't know
what progress means anymore
stare out a window
check and check a locked door
how we persist
and how we go on
and just to quote the Psalmist
O almighty: How Long?
No real goal:
no calling, no station
no great work or even
just a part time avocation
So how can progress start?
I'm mired in the slough
and the allegory's failing
not at all sure I'll get through

what

2.2109 : 02/10/11 : Failure & Regret

Failure and regret
not going to talk about you anymore
or leaves or paths or membranes
a window or a door
maybe a hundred more tries
maybe a thousand who knows
maybe a lifetime in this confused state
Sometimes that's the way it goes
Don't know what to replace it with
I've been here in another life
I just gave it up that time
before child, house and wife
that's not on the table here
however hard this patch might get
I must suffer in silence,
till I silence failure, and regret

what

2.1868 : 6/14/10 : Terrible Thing

You know that God could be
a terrible thing
so terribly aware
and you -
you don't know anything
keep smacking into that
window, fly
one thing you can say for God
we all eventually
get to die
I didn't say it
but it bears consideration
we may be nothing but
divine recreation
You can't deny
that it explains
a lot of terrible things
and I'm terrible for saying it
even so hope
eternal springs

what

2.1818 : 4/25/10 : The Corpse

No rush to destroy
the house though it is dead
and flesh is falling off the bone
while we go on living in the head
the eyes are windows now
where lips were is a gate
no tongue lies ready
anymore
this is the corpse's grim estate
I pray that it goes slow enough
I pray we can hold on
though its fate waits
for all of us
and finds us all no matter how far gone
the corpse is the reminder
the corpse is the retreat
this gross estate we fester in
the fate of all dead meat

what

2.1771 : 3/9/10 : Exit Sign

There's far too little of
every thing that comes to mind
and if I can't see the exit sign
I must be blind
but I've been on that
road less traveled, its bunk too
and the terrible temptation
is to give he paradigm one more act two
want want want and try to
convince myself that's the problem
by the time I face up to the decision
the better windows flew by, I missed them
what a wretched specimen
embarrassed but it's done
And I can't even tell if I
learned anything from this one

what

2.1709 : 1/6/10 : Windows

Barely bearable half hour
to watch and listen to a dead friend's voice
again
and see the lovely view
he had from his Icelandic windows
and be glad for that, at least
Too alone another night
and wishing i could speak
face to face one last time
no,
wishing it could be many times,
any times
but there's no one to speak to
and no windows in this room

what

2.1411 : 3/14/09 : Sanity

In the brief window of sanity

see the need to make a bulkhead

on the shore of the Better Way

what else could it mean, to bed

what

2.1379 : 2/10/09 : Window or the Floor

If nothing gels if

it all just drags along

If I stay weak when

I want to be strong

What once was one

became two and three

It was easier to worry just about me

It all just turns out

the same every day

it all just turns out

not to matter anyway

self fulfilling prophecy

bad attitude

feel lucky: there’s a whole lot

longer list I could include

put the pedal to the metal

floor this bitch

pretend to be so spiritual

while I pray to become rich

I’m not tempted by

the window or the floor

and it must be fifteen years

since I really tried to find the door

what

2.1180 : 7/26/08 : Maybe Not a Maze

Maybe it’s not a maze anymore

maybe all the walls sunk into the floor

maybe I traded a window for a door

And finally figured out what this bone is for

if I had a revelation in verse

sometimes a better one sometimes worse

if I could break the god king’s curse

and roll out of Hades in a platinum hearse

Out of the mouths of little kids

the been there’s past that’s do’s and did's

Can’t do nothing but set my bids

And wait and hope the amazers flip our lids

what

1170 : 7/16/08 : Bitter, Better

Think this brew is bitter better

bump a little sugar in it

bitch would kill me if I let her

and my window’s far from infinite

Say I’ve got potential promise

well yeah twenty years ago

I’ve got nothing bet on this

and getting by is all I know

I’ve seen this shit that’s on before

somebody else’s fantasy

I’m better, bitter, out the door

The angles in the slant is me

what

2.1141 : 6/17/08 : Ghost Life

The aggregators

the communities so called

the ghost life in the content farms

this motherfucker’s stalled

they called it an addiction

disease of modernity

pretending I’m on some last trip

it seems like an eternity

since I lived without stimulus

nor matter how the window’s closed

will bear the tag gratuitous

what

2.1069 : 4/6/08 : So Bad (Seventyseven: 74 of 81)

It could get so bad

we won’t fear death anymore

anything for a window

anything for a door

cannibal nation

generation of thieves

usurping God’s work

bringing in the sheaves

You want to swing that axe

you better watch your hand

there’s a lot of gimps between here

and the promised land

what

2.1021 : 2/18/08 : I’m Light (Seventyseven: 26 of 81)

3,212 : 4 ?

I’m so heavy I’m light

I’m so serene I rock the mic all night

Therefore the sage, traveling all day

I don’t look out the window not a thing to say

No matter the signs or roadside attractions

I stay home avoid distractions

You think I’m going to tip you all the heat I got?

You think I’m going to let you unseat my spot

I’m restful and thus my own master

For all your restlessness you won’t get there a minute faster

what

2.1006 : 2/3/08 : Cipher (Seventyseven: 11 of 81)

The cipher at the center

is called the hub

thirty spokes turn the wheel

but here’s the rub

without nothing

there’s no movement or change

Parmenides knew it

but that cat was strange

spin a cup out

of a lump of clay

the hollow in the center

the use of it you weigh

imagine a room without windows or door

and see what terrible emptiness is for

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