2.4761 : 5/16/18 : Glutted

Glutted on the

quick fix of the wire

it'll all come to nothing

the opposite of inspire

hard to feel the chance

of a reckoning

reversal or correction

and nothing much is beckoning

what

2.4273 : 1/13/17 : Strength

Will I find that strength

in a website book

One day date me so badly

be embarassed to look

took a lot of leaps

could argue

never blind

or far enough

always found the strength

to go on

but did it ever

get that tough?

was always just

looking for a rulebook

a cheat code

the instructions?

guess I'm wired

to keep looking

among these

baffling constructions

what

2.3968 : 3/14/16 : Trap

It was a trap

and the beast was

all ire

curse the jaws

the snare the wire

We set the beast free

with no small danger

hail to heroes

hail the brave ranger

what

2.3807 : 10/5/15 : Unlost

Now to sea

unlost continent

made of all refuse

twentieth's

revenant

powerful I drew

in the mighty gyre

first I attended

built the wire

ran a hard line

old school that way

then casting

all scraps come play

many mansions

many wells

many fields

and all there dwells

what

2.3607 : 3/19/15 : Stalk (I) (Endless Axis 340/500)

Not so sure about this new

stalk I'm climbing

Not much faith in all the

Cheap talk I'm rhyming

I want to be a con king

like Klugarsh Mind Control

these days on the wire

they just call you a troll

Jack could have got his treasure

just as well on the ground

the moral of that story

was he just stole what he found

and as for me

I climb for love alone

the hope for the message

and failing that the lost tone

what

2.3569 : 2/9/15 : Lines (Endless Axis 302/500)

Too many starting lines

perceived now vanished

only one finish line

all thought must be banished

every day all the same

same old way never change

I borrow words I'd shed my name

and all my history estrange

how do you pull good out

of this slick crimson wire

surely not rhetoric

surely not strike and fire

every day all the same

same old ways never change

I borrow words I'd shed my name

and all my history estrange

Ever always a chance to grab

never simple never complete

but there's only this own hand

nowhere there but my own feet

and yet there's a new day

and yet any own way may change

I'll find my words in my own way

and every old line rearrange

what

2.3435 : 9/28/14 : Choice (Endless Axis 168/500)

The gift of choice

oh raucous voice

the force descends

What comes? Depends

Better angels

moment's fire

a brief escape

belies the wire

the harsh that seems

to go both ways

and sure to haunt me

all my days

what

2.2870 : 03/12/13 : Feelings

When you can't stand
the feelings no more
or bear to think
about what's all in store
What else to do
but relent, retire
pray heaven deliver
me from the wire

what

2.2809 : 01/10/13 : A Piece

Everybody wants a piece
of this
but nobody wants to pay
That feeling you've been saying
Yes
and meaning no all day
So always to the wall
these days
So brushing by the wire
Dear heaven why this
dreaming still
Please why this fire?

what

2.2614 : 6/29/12 : Labor

The labor is not ending
no matter how sick
I am of defending
what seems self-evidently
necessary
Look have you ever
seen a deader canary?
That canary is deceased
it has expired
it fell for the last time
off its wire
it's an ex-canary
it's passed right on
it's kicked the bucket
the canary is gone
but that is not the labor
and I'm wasting air
ironically the very
thing we had to repair

what

2.2472 : 2/8/12 : Wire

Wire of pain
threaded through the gut
not exactly what I
signed up for but
certainly not meta-
maybe some content for the grist mill
sometime when I'm feeling better
what is the wire fashioned of
and who placed it
the culprits are myself my father and God
the question is
could any have erased it
the question is how do we live with
the pain that is inseparable
form life and all the word enfolds
the damage of the wire, irreparable

what

2.2470 : 2/6/12 : Option

The best seller
the movie option
more dreaming crazy
the big co-option
it's all just
ideas on the wire
throw them in the mental trash can
throw them in the mental fire
give up and sell out
lord give me the strength
or else show me the options
and tell me at what length

what

2.2449 : 1/16/12 : Endless River

The degree to which
I haven't got this
is it me or the muse
which is remiss
I'm tired of the conversation
in my head
or on the wire
once upon a time there was
if not more than illusion
at least inner fire
and the endless river
does not care
and nobody gives a damn
if it all goes nowhere
So why should I do anything
but fuck it and float free
why indeed
well now what you ask me

what

2.2435 : 1/2/12 : On the Wire

The stream uncrossed
the die uncast
oh don't look on
forget the past
and if I don't find a thing
in the flux
I might be wishing real hard
I'd lined up all my ducks
always in the maelstrom
no control
let's build a bigger bomb
burn up more coal
that's it I've had it
with this garbage on the wire
I'll rule that realm no more
tonight I retire

what

2.2237 : 06/18/11 : A Fire

So how would I light a fire
if I would, if I could
So how would I inspire
I guess I really
know that I should
would it be so hard
to choose the simple and the sweet
I'm not so big I'm not so deep
I don't know how to complete
I guess I'd like to try
to light a fire to light a fire
to grind it low no longer
to electrify the wire

what

2.1932 : 8/17/10 : Ants

Like ants that work all through the night
labor to consume a poison bite
but I can no more burn that oil
another hour I cease my toil
A metaphor to make your skin crawl
become an ant to have it all
but nothing in that state possess
except to give the all-one its yes
fear we are not built for it
running on greed and guilt and shit
like that the dimwit metaphysics
run like wired up paralytics
just a daydream that I had
a different way though it seems sad
we can't reclaim our roles as giants
guess we'll leave it all to the ants

what

2.1640 : 10/29/30 : Wire Again

Now the wire again

nobody left to impress

nothing but to fill a little time

I could hardly claim distress

Head is pounding like the surf

not even a bender to show for it

just routine disease again

scarcely the energy to go for it

for heaven’s sake stop any time

I’ve got such great excuses

they shame me in the daylight hours

but surely have their uses

I won’t work it out again

tonight the wire will jerk me back

I should be grateful for the chance

to stand off from grim attack

what

2.1639 : 10/28/09 : Litany

A litany of small regrets of health complaints

of money woes and and working gripes

You must be as sick of it as me

Measuring hours with coffee drinks bought with plastic swipes

No poet, no artist no singer at all

a shuffler in a little church choir

strictly small potatoes unremarkable

toiling blandly at the end of the wire

a litany of false humility and false heart

filled with sputtering short circuited pride

Been in the sand box a long time now

Since I fell out of the ride

I don’t believe in what I hope for

I don’t see anything when I look ahead

So I worry about my health and the government

try not to think too much about how I’ve made this bed

what

2.1432 : 4/4/09 : Dracula

This world is my dracula

draining me I don’t know why

sustains itself on my poor heart

and I suppose that it will turn me by and by

the wire is my dracula

all that it carries and brings out

you’d think I’d end up with more, somehow I end up with less

sad as I contemplate one last weak shout

every human being is dracula

we’re all selfish all we do is feed

some think we’ll suck our way to no existence

some days I think that’d be a fine thing indeed

what

2.1199 : 8/14/08 : Never Again

Never again

not anymore

no not what you might think

but just as big a bore

Why do I dig this tube

why do I drink this drink

Consider the damn thing

isn’t at all what I think

just a dream I had

a face was full of fire

maybe some better comes

down on the better wire

what