2.944 : 12/3/07 : You’re My Hero

3,135 : 37 ?

You’re my hero Mr. Fictional Everyman

theoretical idealized tale

I still want to be like those cookie cutter

hombres on whatever trail

I must be crazy to still be watching

the fairy tales of human value

wasting my time on projection

into a world that’s just not true

You’re my hero Mr. Overanalytic

postmodern neurotic head case

If you could just shut up a minute

we could wrap this up and get out of this place

It’s not so bad to love a story

those characters that resonate

I write what I can of our own tale

the rest I gotta leave up to fate

what

2.943 : 12/2/07 : Candid Opera

This candid opera I can’t believe

the way that everybody’s got an answer

but me

soon seven billion soon eight and ten

I don’t like to think about what

I might see

There’s no audience so who

are we performing to delight

We seem unconscious I’m

unconscious stumble onstage without

insight

I’d call it harmless fun it’s 

just one thing the tragedies

are real

I’d call it fair play but there’s just one game

and no court of appeal

and I never agreed to be

on stage I just got pushed into the light

now I’m singing for my supper

just like all the rest

here every night

what

2.942 : 12/1/07 : The Second Rate

The furious social climbing

among the second rate

Let me offer anything I’ve got up

to avoid that fate

rather stay mediocre

toiling in obscurity

no such thing as status

no such thing as security

I’ll never make a mark

among the mighty and great

I’d rather not be known

as anything among the second rate

I like to make believe

I’m in a class all my own

greater than the sum

of all I’ve done and all I’ve known

I’d like to never play the game

I haven’t done so badly

I’ll take my place among the second rate

and keep it gladly

what

2.941 : 11/30/07 : Ultimate Triumph Song

Why pay for a fantasy I can dream on my own dime

And in my dream I can find the ultimate triumph song

I’ll stick a pin in that one save it for a likely time

And when I find it I am gonna bang and bang that gong

I’ll always remember this day even when I’m old

The song that marked a peak that led even higher

I will never tell a soul what went on in the cold

but I’ll carry a reminder should reminding I require

Maybe we all look like jokes from high enough

I don’t doubt my flaws are plainly seen

But it’s all made up in a moment’s work of bluff

And most of what’s important is written between

the lines that separate the quick from the dead

Where we’re all going every father’s bed

When the symmetry shatters there is tragedy

there is beauty too it seems nothing is free

but there’s a dark glory in how it goes on

No matter what though there remains a question

Will a final triumph come after so long

after coldness snuffs out every sci-fi suggestion

my joke’s stretched too thin to cover that hole

things were so much easier when I was dumb

but I had an easy confidence in my little soul

And I thought I was too good to succumb

And I’ll be long long gone before that music

gets faced by whatever if we’re not all dust

So don’t be such a little refusenik

Sing it with me if you please, ignore me if you must

what

2.940 : 11/29/07 : Gone Missing

Another day gone missing

heeding hacks out dissing

what they don’t get

and never have yet

felt further behind

dates had me close to the line

who you gonna believe

for these gifts we now receive

There is no time missing its continuous

Right now’s the same as then

at the back of the bus

where I stood my ground

like the fool I was

That day’s not missing

and I know because

I’m right here

I could skimp on the rebound

but I’m channeling the big sound

and I have to share

it’s all there out there

I could keep rolling now

instead I’ll take my bow

half hour of witching left

half hour to bridge the cleft

There is no time missing everything is one

the truth you’ll never get

out of the barrel of a gun

Right now’s the same as then

at the head of the pack

Still treating every single thing

like an attack

what

2.939 : 11/28/07 : Dissonance

Hammered by the clamor of dissonance

wondering if my will makes any difference

caught between the pinions of what would you prefer

a time machine and a ticket right out of here

decision loses meaning when options collapse

and swells a roar of dissonance in each synapse

a fancy way of saying I cannot decide

but I’m no Hamlet and this is no ride

I dream of everything in harmony

that one’s from a pipe as far as I can see

down here nothing is naturally in tune

and if you don’t believe it I’ll show you soon

and if you’re doubting still just take a peek in here

and marvel at the poison they’ve got for your ear

a wretched mass of dissonance in lurid light

the very sight of which will make you pray for night

what

2.938 : 11/27/07 : Wrecked

I wrecked my mind looking for

too many angles

thought I was too hep for

the trim and spangles

As the years go past

we run the same flag up the mast

It seems all paths lead to

fragmentation

I never knew if unity

was just imagination

if entropy is pure tragic

if nothing at all is magic

Why are these forced

marches like pulling teeth

the strained refrains and

phrases hover beneath

while it accretes an hour dies

but done is done and damn my eyes

what

2.937 : 11/26/07 : Winter

Winter sweeps in on a hard wind

here we go again!

Advent and the seasons of the retail chain

they say hard times are on the way

and I’m ready but

I’m waiting for my hands to steady but

I got to blow like winter go like winter

I’m cool as ice but

I’ve got a golden splinter in 

my brain pan

makes me act the sane man

but to be sane in this deep freeze

is just a little crazy please

let me know

did I chop enough wood

just let me know

did I haul enough water

cause if hard time’s here

I got to know I shut it like I should

cause winter’s no time to go

and though the planet’s getting hotter

I figure I am dug in for the long haul

winter’s here

and by the new year

we’ll all be robbing Peter

to pay Paul

what

2.936 : 11/25/07 : By Numbers

I’ve got enough imagination

but I’ll paint this one by numbers anyway

Go through the proscribed palette

hope this picture’s here to stay

I’m pushing the same stone again

I’ve sung to it a thousand nights

I’ve sung it low down in the valley

sung it mere feet from the heights

My challenge needs a new metaphor

maybe a hard place or a rock

maybe I overstate my longing

maybe all I really face is tick-tock

they say I live among the privileged

the member of some small percent

I’m pretty sure there’s some above me

pretty sure that column’s still bent

but there’s a few spots left still

those numbers point my denouement

and if it comes up you again

I’ll search that stone yet for the flaw

what

2.935 : 11/24/07 : You Again

May I never have to write you down again

May I never need to speak your name

this is the second method

this is how it is when I play the game

Am I singing a song of you, again?

It’s true it’s a story of my whole life

now I am different, now things are better

with my child my home my wife

So I’ll treat you like just a fairy tale

that will vanish with morning dreams

the ghosts and gremlins I will knock away

and send them scrambling up the beams

Yeah I’ll talk large, yeah I’ll be a braggart

knowing tomorrow is a mystery

I’ll stand against your better judgment

I’ll stand despite all contradicting history

And say so long to you again

and say I’ll see you when I do

if we meet again why we shall smile

if not I’ll fondly think of you

what

2.934 : 11/23/07 : Tolerance

If this myth’s within the tolerance

I’ll spit one out should be a fine romance

And if I’m stomping over well-tread ground

I’ll use it an excuse to pump the big sound

hey buddy I can but obey the specs

though I might load the dice and stack the decks

inside that crooked hat I follow rules

my workmanship shows in my modules

and it all fits like a kaleidoscope

feel inklings of this truth for which I grope

take it on faith there’ll be a destination

until then beg your tolerance for this reiteration

what

2.933 : 11/22/07 : Give Thanks for Speed

Give thanks for speed

‘cause life is short

there are no second chances

no mission to abort

so when the great hammer

is descending

there are only two options:

speed or ending

give thanks to God

for the future obscured

I can’t imagine all the inward

maladies it cured

deliver me from the curse

of second sight

and I’ll sacrifice my future

on your altar every night

but I’ve got no thanks

for being born to the majority

for the status quo

or the presence of authority

because the seeming blessing

of the present convention

is the antithesis of speed

and other virtues I could mention

what

2.932 : 11/21/07 : Terminus

Nobody can shake the

universal halting power

of the terminus

I’m sure you heard about our program

sure you’re eager to get on the bus

It’s all on the ground floor

so far plenty of room

left at the top

heavy foreshadowing

still at some point it’s got to stop

what

2.931 : 11/20/07 : Light Way

What’s the deal with saying

that your burden’s light

Whose do I have anyway?

A millions shades would rise

to accuse me

offering me their bundles to weigh

Still this isn’t light no

this isn’t easy

maybe I refused to exchange

for some reason

I can’t make sense of anymore

some impulse buried and strange

So tell me tell me

what can I do

to get myself back to the light way

I need more than

signs and fables

to plant my feet on the right way

what

2.930 : 11/19/07 : Freedom Lights the Way

Freedom lights the way for every

crazy ponzi scheme to get beyond

this little zero sum game’s

past this crowded little gene pond

hardly scientific so subjective

such a tiny role we play

and yet in everything I care about

freedom lights the way

what will make it better

what will raise the quality

What will exorcise self reference

what will set my wild free

what will spark the spark that ignites

freedom’s way for me

some unforeseen invention

some paradox of destiny

what

2.929 : 11/18/07 : My Eureka

3,120 : 22 ?

So this is what it’s like

normal calm and pale

not too high not too low

just riding on its rail

something in me’s dissatisfied

though I know it’s a better path

the thing I dreamed and planned so long

shout my eureka while I take a bath

Will I stick the rest of it

it’s just one afternoon

hardly the first I’ve soldiered through

and many’s the time I spoke too soon

So I’ll say nothing good or bad

I’ll keep stalwartly mum

and see how every little thing goes

clinging to this pendulum

what

2.928 : 11/17/07 : Extension

I filed an extension

on my state of grace

that should explain

the foolish grin

upon my face

I believe I’ll be supported

in this final push

it’s a message

that I heard

out of a burning bush

no matter how the fire burns

the tree is not consumed

and what’s long interrupted

will soon be resumed

but in the night that

I’ve been given

by my extension

I’m gonna do it all

and a few others

I could mention

what

2.927 : 11/16/07 : Bake

If it’s half baked

well bake it more

well if that window’s blocked

fake a door

just this one time

forget fear

you’re ready and

the oven’s right here

assume the divine

lives up to its name

and despite everything

it’s not just a game

so how you play

the moment’s quiet call

if I have to go

you can keep my ball

bake it through

and really give a taste

learn to know

the diamonds from the paste

don’t spit me out

I’m just getting hot

and I think you’ll

like the new taste

that I got

what

2.926 : 11/15/07 : No Order

No order might mean

that none is needed

Doing its own reward

it bears to be repeated

no outcome always process

always love more love more

that’s the only progress

kick at it though I might

it’s a truth now I can see

that there’s quite a knot

tangled up in the word free

terrorizing as a mirror

longing like a window

open like that longest door

unstuck to let the wind blow

what

2.925 : 11/14/07 : Plutonium

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If I had a wish

I’d wish away plutonium

and all its antecedents

yeah I’ll still beat that drum

somebody’s got to say it

it’s ridiculous

that we keep this gun loaded

yeah it’s scandalous

if the old men on the hillsides

could just connect

and if I could just be wiser

in this one respect

all together we might cast a spell

to set things right

while the earth spun unheeding

through its endless night

what

2.924 : 11/13/07 : Reveal

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Waiting on the magician’s reveal

willful suspension of

what I believe is real

a fool’s mission surely

all the rush

and hurly burly

and me the king of fools

and all the ideas

I’ve served as tools

I put it down here

a record to recall

not once believing

I’d ever catch it all

but maybe just this moment

a few more words could

collect this foment

that called me to rise

before a new day

had revealed its eyes

what

2.923 : 11/12/07 : Independent Contract

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Independent contract

soldier for hire

wielding iron

virus, cold fire

hacking systems

sewn corruption

social contract

economic interruption

only see the

gaudy surface

my dim ranting

tense and nervous

mercenaries

what am I then

a free agent

cut loose again

what

2.922 : 11/11/07 : Afraid of Tomorrow

3,114 : 16 ?

I’m afraid of tomorrow

afraid of consequences

recession war

man’s worst influences

afraid for my home

afraid for my child

too thin too far

too many too wild

I tell myself there’s nothing

I can do about it

do I believe it’s all to chance

what magnet may route it

who cares what I believe

what’s coming is coming

and it’s me and this dark

and this tune I’m humming

what

2.921 : 11/10/07 : Radical Free

I dream an anarchy

peaceful stable

radical free

lean swift able

an illusion?

without strange attractors

chaos confusion

dark cofactors

maybe it won’t go around

rise above survival

never get above the ground

mania cost of revival

Locked inside my noggin

Simplistic great society

a place at last to be a cog in

no place for a radical like me

what

2.920 : 11/9/07 : Strictly Business

Strictly business not a bit of sentiment

only ways and means and where the money went

more than family, friendship, love

business and the hand invisible inside the iron glove

how can I delude myself I’m not that kind

do I really believe there is some brand new path I’ll find?

Some retrofit some version two point oh

I dream my crazy vision ‘spite the better I know

Sure it would corrupt me just like anyone

Sure I would succumb to the wall the gate the gun

They’ll probably all wind up evil in the end

Seems there’s just one way that strictly business script will spend

what

2.919 : 11/8/07 : Everything Stops

But when you cry out to me

everything stops

the sick daydreaming

the needle drops

Is it a blessing

or a fearful burden

or is it simply

of one thing I’m certain

when you ask of me

I say how much how much

here is comfort

here is touch

here is holding

satisfaction guaranteed

when I hear

the protest of need

the world is run more

by crooks now than ever

this city state keeps edging closer

to the end of forever

but I’ve got no time to

shout it from the mountaintops

I have to listen to the voice

that says everything stops

what

2.918 : 11/7/07 : The Repetition

The repetition:

the predictable failure of mission

the sameness

the deafness blindness lameness

Endless explaining

the no going away of the raining

no matter what I’m chanting

or recanting

the no difference

the loser’s bet made on loser’s inference

the feeble lying

ready to sell out for years but no one’s buying

The repetition:

the predictable failure of vision

the slight fine tuning

While I punch my idols up idly mooning

what

2.917 : 11/6/07 : The Stakes

Bow down to the intrinsic nature

of this fire

The danger’s always looming

and the stakes are getting higher

To have is to have more and more

to lose

No matter how I tilt that cup

I never could refuse

And it would be a shame

to let this anxious flutter

impair the joy of having

one small jot or flutter

The stakes are what they are

the game is played by all

I only guessed I wouldn’t be

So long perched on this ball

what

2.916 : 11/5/07 : One In a Row

Wait till I rack up

one in a row

it will establish

a fine precedent I know

things will change for real

and never look back

just choose a perfect moment

and a locus of attack

what

2.915 : 11/4/07 : Mature

Have I matured at last

under the influence

of every night gone past

at last at confluence

I take my little gain

I take a solemn bow

I take a bead on pain

draw back and show you how

what

2.914 : 11/3/07 : Product

While the product of my failure

spins out in another room

and I strive with the temptation

of the technocratic boom

of the information era

that seems to me to be fading

under the corrosive stream

the mission is ablated

precipitate the salt

whose spirit formed beneath the flame

the essence of enlightenment

the trace of a true name

recrystalize the product

draw it out through sublimation

gather it in cold suspension

and display the new creation

what

2.913 : 11/2/07 : Faster and Harder

Defeated and slammed

I come back faster and harder

long since written off as

failed potential

I’m just  a real slow starter

Yeah I have not yet begun

hell I couldn’t even tell you

just what I call fun

so I bring another bottle

of the good old from the larder

and rush your thrilling bastion

faster

and harder

what

2.912 : 11/1/07 : Bees (2)

I like bees because

bees are nice

I hope there are a lot of bees

in paradise

God must love bees

because he made so many flowers

and gave them magic

bee-type powers

I like bees

they wear fuzzy jackets

they carry nectar

and pollen packets

they make honey

and don’t care about money

I’ll say it twice

I like bees they’re nice

what

2.911 : 10/31/07 : So Very Far Away

So very far away

call it all I’ve ever wasted

bits of bits

copied and pasted

the random walk didn’t take

parts that I could

never shake

or bear to fake

the brutal sameness takes the cake

I’ve had enough I changed my mind

maybe if when he’d asked

me what kind

I had jumped the fear

I’d be some other place than here

there’s things here though

I don’t want to live without

If everything could

be so simple, free from doubt

I don’t ask to be free from pain

just feel I’m on a path again

what

2.910 : 10/30/07 : Reaching

Reaching as usual

yeah choose what to recuse you fool

If I refuse to be your tool

I fear you’ll pull the plug

on this experiment

what heaven sent seven percent

point seven seven seven meant

I never know what I’d a’ dug

hep cat check that

name drop rap scat

call it my chic apparat

too clever well by half

credentials long gone stale

inhale regale a tale well past the pale

for want of one last coffin nail

I settled for a paragraph

what

2.909 : 10/29/07 : Steeping Tea

Steeping tea like any bronze age prince

My anachronisms cut my mind to mince

Projecting to and from and feeling really very dumb

thirteen thousand days give or take a thousand

lend me your ears for a purse I tell the sows and

smile at my own cleverness till I recall who I forgot to bless

If you could steep me in philosopher’s water

digitize my essence on a vector plotter

it might spit out a longer rant but what I know I can’t recant

what

2.908 : 10/28/07 : So Many Words

3,100 : 2 ?

I’ve got so many words to say

I feel I’ve got to say a couple every day

and when its down there in black and white

sometimes I feel exultant sometimes only tight

I’ve got no excuses I own every one

whether under the table or under the gun

what I just left behind cuts me to the quick

but I’ve got a few surprises left in me dick

so many words in combinations finite

thank god I beat the singularity by a thin night

I know I’ll feel regret close to despair

every time I remember there’s no there there

but I’ll do my duty, follow through

nothing in this world means more to me than you

and true there are two and I feel so fortunate

so smile to the camera put a coin in my hat

brevity is the soul of wit so everybody laugh

I’ll simply put a period on that last paragraph

what

2.907 : 10/27/07 : Triple Threat

I am the triple threat

thought word and deed

I don’t follow I lead

you saw that coming I bet

I can’t get stalled by cliché

or plagiarism

they also serve who only stand

and tilt the prism

refracted through envy

refracted through pain

Sometimes I tumble in

sometimes I abstain

I pull my head around

the rolling cipher of now

It scarcely matters, I remember

such a foolish sacred cow

what

2.906 : 10/26/07 : Rolling Farther

Time won’t stop it just keeps on rolling farther

If I’m doing anything I figure I’m ahead

I guess as long as life is all we know

I’m still golden still alive precisely not dead

I don’t see myself breaking through

So I’m doing it for love

that means it’s always new

I hope the latest conversation takes

but if it takes another thousand them’s the brakes

please listen just a moment just this once

because I may never say it again

just the moment just the moment

just the moment only now no then

what

2.905 : 10/25/07 : Brilliant Cycle #2(?)

I waited

I called my friend

every brilliant cycle

has its end

I improvised

I did what I could

and found I peaked too early

bet you guessed I would

I won’t catch up

not tonight

but if I live to see another day

I’ll live to see more light

that’s all

just a passing note

maybe you’ll

come back around

maybe by then

I’ll know it by rote

what

2.904 : 10/24/07 : The Tubes

I had to be dragged to realize

the tubes were feeding me poison

a slick elixir of rhetoric and bile

getting a dark and hateful noise on

blurred line of words and moving pictures

a soup of ego and belief

It took me a minute to pry my hand off

the spigot but what a relief

I used to live with so little data

A little teevee and books

Even did time without the old boob tube

never dreamed of the tubes or their hooks

and I suppose they will pull me back

I’ll always swim against the tide

but swimming upstream is second nature

to me so I’ll take that ride

what

2.903 : 10/23/07 : Dragging Ass

Dragging ass from the sickness

and the duty others abdicate

sick of all the inner chatter

feeling I just can’t relate

and falling behind always behind

like I just can’t overcome

never a half-stride ahead

always feeling slack and dumb

And the anger just deflates me

grinds my mind and smothers fire

how many hours wasted

turning the stiff crank of ire

how many hours wasted

they all seem wasted to me

and you seem plain indifferent

hope you’re not what you seem to be

what

2.902 : 10/22/07 : Thorn

I can’t find that thorn

in my paw or in my side

I can’t seem to find the

magic spell to turn the tide

I can’t walk on water

no matter how he beckons me

I’ll end up where I belong

after the father reckons me

The mission of the lamb

seemed like a rose without a thorn

Down here evil persists

bred in the bone of each newborn

the scientists discovered

to the height of mortal irony

that sinning is innate

it’s fucking true so just don’t pile on me

what

2.901 : 10/21/07 : These Ravings

3093 : 27 ?

Foolish belief in justice

makes these ravings

seem like sense

first as last and

last as first

it burns mad and intense

dead bones that rise

and join and knit

with flesh and blood

mythos of form and void

of spirit breathed

into the mud

I’m not attached to

how it started or

exactly what it means

the nature of the

hosts or harbingers

in wheel in wheel machines

yet I believe in it

just after my own

fashion

I have to trust

even for me

there’ll be a mansion

what

2.900 : 10/20/07 : Foreplay

The fetish of gratification delayed

the pros and their wares on the bright stage displayed

the commerce of lust that dare not speak its name

it’s less than life or death but more than a game

foreplay till that rack is fit to get wrecked

a taste for the nexus I burn to inspect

and burning for juxtaposition sublime

and lacking for nothing God damn it but time

what

2.899 : 10/19/07 : Impossible

Without motivation

something pushing

impossible

wait for the adjusters

men in gray suits

to tell you

what all’s plausible

another circle jerk

Zero equals work

always spread too thin

I got no towel to throw in

hear that black wind blowin’

here the fuck I go again

what

2.898 : 10/18/07 : Sensory Deprivation

I want specific blinders

for all news and information

a very special species of

sensory deprivation

I can’t afford to tune out

all reality

I’ve got to eat and after all

the little man is only three

but I could do without the war

or frankly the environment

it’s not like knowing made a difference

all those letters that I sent

that the center cannot hold

I don’t need to be reminded

I read that one years ago

so entropy let me be blinded

stop my ears to money news

like the market means dick to me

shield my skin from all the horrors

they talk about that stick to me

clasp my tongue inside my mouth

to just forget the bitter pill

and the stench of mendacity

it’s everywhere I know the drill

and I’ll go round my business

chipping at my little corner

be your canary nevermore

Your Cassandra your warner

what

2.897 : 10/17/07 : Brave and Bold

I love the feel of a paradigm slide

when you’ve got nothing to lose

and even less to hide

watch the clinging of

the first becoming last

welcome to the dustbin

welcome to the past

I’ve got a feeling that

everything’s changing

power structures crumbling

classes rearranging

and I’m afraid of the

death throes

how bad how long

nobody knows

and it might seem like another day

of the same old same old

but still it’s coming

Whatever you say

and I am to face the new day

brave and bold

what

2.896 : 10/16/07 : Time Carries Nothing

After losing his Messiah complex

the artist no longer knows

what he expects

and time rolls on relentlessly

and that’s all it does

he says to me

It carries nothing that’s all on us

it’s not a river or an

existential bus

it’s not a page that you can write on

it’s just a tide no one

can fight

and I’m losing predictably

the artist, no longer young

said to me

but I keep my spirits up with one thing

we all go to the next stop

carrying nothing

what

2.895 : 10/15/07 : Chasing Transition

3,086 : 20 ?

Chasing transition, transcendence

the same inquisition, dependence

on influx of data the witching hour

the players the haters the hideous power

I’m not on the track here not even close

I try to get back to the critical dose

that rap in the background I’ve heard before

a dismal upbeat sound an open door

chasing translation the upload trip

standing my station on the battling tip

no idea what form the fight will take

stay sharp and keep warm stay on the make

wait for the call superstition said

no plan at all but to keep my head

what

2.894 : 10/14/07 : Flyover Country

So many will be displaced

our history our destiny

I kind of like it

here in the middle

no threat of global relevance

testing me

in flyover country

Keep your New York City

Flatland heartland

Keep your L.A.

I don’t mind being nowhere

And it keeps the population low

I’m happy to say

what

2.893 : 10/13/07 : Bees

Little thoughts like little bees

go circling and circling

and swarm around

perplex, confound

till every little quirk will ring

and clamor for attention from me

and oh did I mention one bee

is made of gold

and flies by antigravity

oh if I could just catch that bee

Guess that makes my skull the hive

but it’s not full of honey

no!

it’s full of fear of world collapse

and thoughts of making money

the system’s shot

but Marx won’t do

just how bad will

the social fabric unglue

preparing for it’s useless

of that I’m very sure

and nothing would go better

if I kept myself so pure

the consolation prize I’m stuck with

cultivate my nest of bees

and daydream somehow

it could someday

buzz the titan to its knees

what

2.892 : 10/12/07 : Alternate Track

Throwing rolling ciphers down a hill

I refuse to mark or observe

but I know you always will

If everything’s recorded in some fashion

it’s irrelevant if I conceal my passion

If every happenstance

occurs on some alternate track

then what’s the meaning of decision

drop another record on the stack

more stories that I’m not in

than I am it’s got to be true

more stories I’m alone than

I am with you

I don’t like it I don’t like it

I want change but I want things the same

I want it all to be serious

I want it to just be a game

I’ll pretend that I’ve somehow

collapsed probability

And I’ll pretend I’m

trying to the best of my ability

what

2.891 : 10/11/07 : Hope Land

Hope land on me tonight

convince me to do well and right

actually I mean to do good

change, disarrange I thought I could

get to the same point every night

push on when I can no longer fight

so what I’ve suffered through much worse

and end it on a hopeless verse

what

2.890 : 10/10/07 : Reactivate

Reactivate the ancient sites

sinking into my radical rites

not much hope for recognition this time

figure what the hell

I can be free on my own dime

content to be reporting a revolution

certain problems still seem beyond solution

but that rising tide may yet raise all our ships

and as long as it doesn’t swamp us

I’ll quote my quips

just a little word of announcement

top it off with a bold pronouncement:

starting here I’m taking on the world

just me and my boy and my only girl

what

2.889 : 10/9/07 : Counter Intuition

3,080 : 14 ?

I’m having trouble parsing out

my counter intuition

I’m having trouble bringing

that world card oracle to fruition

I hear a lot of good talk

but I see a lot of stale walk

and I’m starting to consider

investing in real munition

I’m scared of world wide war

economic collapse

I ain’t got much

between the thought

and the synapse

I’ve got to make this quick

keeping the faith these days is quite a trick

and that’s even on the good side

of a bad roll of the craps

what

2.888 : 10/8/07 : Pro Forma

The dead minimum that I can get away with

has gotten me this far

I can’t imagine what force on Earth

could induce me to raise that bar

I’m doing this like time

nothing matters but line on top of line

pretend at some extremity

I’ll somehow reverse the decline

this pro forma racket doesn’t

much appeal to me lately

too damn many memories

swarm up that trouble me greatly

too many imaginary friends

with doppelgängers walking around somewhere

acting like real human beings

like things that eat and love and care

one extra hour of sleep

won’t make going through the motions seem right

neither the first nor second trump will come true

I’d bet on that tonight

change comes in long slow monotony

and never seems quite done

and if it strikes you as a dullish tale

you’re damn sure not the only one

what

2.887 : 10/7/07 : Real Poetry

the topic of the movie

is the content of my present

I couldn’t call it art

but it is simple

it is pleasant

and you could call it life

there is breathing waking sleeping

there are semblances of meaning

there is company I’m keeping

but I’m looking for real poetry

what I find seems so random

somehow smaller than a want ad

or the detritus of fandom

and I guess I’d sell it all out

and I wouldn’t think a minute

for a little pile of booty

it’s a hell of a note i’n’it?

what

2.886 : 10/6/07 : Break Fast

How long will the fire flow

how long will the words last

how long will this go on

how long till I break fast

where will this train go next

following the damn tracks

armed with nothing but text

fighting only parallax

I haven’t got a blueprint

you can see there’s no plan

I can’t take the plain hint

succumb give up be a free man

seeing what cannot be unseen

no line not uncrossed before

still whatever I’m not clean

and I suspect I know what’s in store

one grim fantasy or another

yet another long goodbye

and as clichés go here’s the mother

I make book and don’t ask why

what

2.885 : 10/5/07 : À La Carte

Nobody’s offering à la carte

take it all or receive not one part

just want a little of Caesar’s stash

Filthy lucre baby I want cash

but they say you got to get the career

always obligations never in the clear

I could chase after the long or short con

be the opposite of a paragon

I could dust off my alchemical stills

close my eyes to the time I can’t do or that poison kills

I’ve got no stomach for crime or fraud

But I swear the next straight gig’s gonna kill me by God

So until providence hands down my little part

I guess I’ll try to piece it bit by bit à la carte

what

2.884 : 10/4/07 : Process of Elimination

While the world delivers one wretched

one liner after another

And I scamper under the lash

of invention’s mother

I get the sneaky feeling

that all of creation

is nothing but a product of

the process of elimination

Garbage in and look

at just what comes in and out

Where the sun don’t shine

guess that’s what I’m talking about

I guess that you could guess

I think it’s all masturbation

or at best another pile of elimination

what

2.883 : 10/3/07 : Nest of Eyes

I’m throwing firebombs

in the nest of eyes

sick of all the scrutiny

incensed by all the lies

Look at this you bastards

I am shaking every tree

until the real revelation

falls down on me

I said I’d turn my back on

all of you without goodbyes

And walk all resolutely

one time from the nest of eyes

but soon you found me

kicking dirt around the verges

lurking in the trenches

soon succumbing to my urges

what

2.882 : 10/2/07 : The Demiurge

What’s the matter with matter says I

Why do I get caught up in the game

You asked if I had considered I said yes I

thought a thousand times but it always came out the same

here I am again with the Demiurge

Fighting to determine the right approach

Here I am again on the cusp of a great purge

it seems there is no stage on which he doesn’t encroach

There’s no escaping I am part of it

Made of matter entropic and temporal

And that gets to the bleeding heart of it

Another day another oh God what’s this fresh hell

here I am again with the Demiurge

Battle of wits like a toothpick against a gun

I’m losing my faith in the martial surge

Maybe somebody’s born to fight him I ain’t the one

I don’t know who I’m really praying to

I accept these words may merely rattle in my skull

Nobody gets me I believe but I’m not saying you

Ought to buy what I buy ‘cause my dance card’s already full

And I may never shake the Demiurge

No I suppose it comes from being material

And one day I guess the whole thing will merge

And have to face the abstract alien Imperial

what

2.881 : 10/1/07 : The Bells Still

3,072 : 6 ?

The bells still hammering

in my skull money is yammering

and I find myself stammering

apologies to nobody

The plunge is harrowing

I can’t deny the options narrowing

this ain’t no tortoise shell or yarrow thing

oracles won’t make this less muddy

I clench my teeth wait till the bells still

How long can I still palm this hell’s pill

or cling to this slick infidel’s hill

before I just slide in the slop

Pretty sure it was me that rang it

Can’t recall why I would have dang it

If there’s to be blame well I’ll hang it

right round my own neck then just stop

what