2.1148 : 6/24/08 : Unplug Blues

Unplugged cut off

brain drip shut off

silence darkness

get up park less

unplug blues are

like a new star

hold tough one hour

set at stun power

what

2.1147 : 6/23/08 : With Your Life

Maybe there’s nothing you’re meant

to do with your life

maybe we’ve all been fooled

into twisting that knife

burn all the books

sink every ship

let every mission

and principle slip

how much worse could it be?

it might even get better

all the what should I? What should I?

turns out just a fetter

what

2.1146 : 6/22/08 : Double Down

Take your risk

lay your card

maybe feeling lucky

maybe thought real hard

double down

stake your bet

maybe it really is

as good as these odds get

double or nothing

this time around

nothing might be something

dreadful deep underground

I’ll take my chances

rather be done

pushing two steps past

the setting sun

what

2.1145 : 6/21/08 : Threads

So many threads

however many I may drop

always plenty more to pick up

and it seems no way to stop

I heard of a man who was given

his vocation at age five

it seems a strange world so uneven

hell but we’re both still alive

his thread not mine my thread not his

no common thread it seems like

And I can’t even figure if I’m

on my third or second strike

Look for the thickest or the brightest

look for the thread that’s gold?

just a story of a too late night

so what, the story’s told

what

2.1144 : 6/20/08 : Anticipate

Anticipating a desire to get out from under

and for maybe just one night

to merely sit and wonder

I’m closing every window washing every plate

I’m enthusiastic I think

it will just go great

I’m hearing alarming noises

but I’m going to let it pass

the news is bumming me out

but what will be is what will come to pass

no fixing this fiasco

might as well enjoy the ride

grim advice for any victim

but hell I’m no one’s shotgun bride

what

2.1143 : 6/19/08 : Gold

I’d like to break the hold

of the color gold

In the day in the night

it’s a curse it’s a blight

I’m hooked on this dull illusion

I’d master all with its collusion

just for color just for gold

hold off being weak and getting old

how can I chase the lie I know

why can’t I can’t I let it go

alternatives come hard and thin

nowhere to look except within

what

2.1142 : 6/18/08 : Trend

The trend cannot be sustained

despite the vow the impulse remained

When I’m facing it again looks like twelve years from

now

maybe push it down to five if I keep my vow:

Whatever, what will I be thinking then

and where will I be

pushing paper?

preaching zen?

there’s no way at all to see around that bend

So I keep swimming upstream

and bucking the trend

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

2.1140 : 6/16/08 : Camp

3,330 : 21 ?

Camp and vamp

watch me mug through another

pratfall brother

almost hard to credit

and it would bum me out if I let it

but I won’t

So just don’t

point out the obvious

just fold it up without a fuss

what

2.1139 : 6/15/08 : Rip Off

Another rip off

and I am feeling not so well

was it the sandwich

or lack of sleep

this low class jack

Can go to hell

turn it off

turn in and find out

whether some small vertigo

will make me hurl my mind out

what

2.1138 : 6/14/08 : If I’d Known

If I’d known then

what I know now

say it a thousand times

maybe will click, kapow

dark in the heart of

the same old slaughter

heaven help this son of

Adam’s daughter

In a heart of darkness

Information must be lost

transgress artificial boundaries

seems free but it extracts a cost

you do it without thinking

or you’d never go outside

this road leads to a place I’ve known

feel free to come along for the ride

what

2.1137 : 6/13/08 : Rorschach, Acid, Litmus

Stare at the inkblot

project your preconceptions blind

dropped on an acid test

refracted through the unredacted mind

The litmus test is

how hard you come, how hard you fall

I passed so many tests

but cannot find the biggest one of all

what

2.1136 : 6/12/08 : Hindenburg

Damn I’m gonna send this thing up

like my own personal Hindenburg

An unnatural disaster baby

blow up all over this dying berg

Well I don’t know if it’s what’s inside

or what’s outside that really counts

All I care is that it’s gonna fall fall fall

and there isn’t going to be no bounce

wouldn’t you like to get on board

You better jump we’ve got limited space

looking up there’s going to be a hell of a show

When I torch off the carapace

When the shell is gone and burned away

only ephemeral skeleton remains

my spirit Hindenburg will drift to space

and some new bird will rise from the flames

what

2.1135 : 6/11/08 : Cluster

Stuck like a cluster

plucked from the muster

the thing didn’t get done

they say the spots have left the sun

but the result is much the same

behind another hour in the game

should I try to write the epic

teach this poor old dog a new trick

if I could I would be doing worse

a vandal and a cutpurse

maybe not but I’m not being strong

stuck in the cluster all along

and cut the live feeds one by one

another day without the sun

what

2.1134 : 6/10/08 : Intervention

3,324 :15 ?

Chalk a foolish lapse

up to intervention

wise despite yourself

figure out your real intention

nothing to stop your

reversing it

As long as you don’t mind

being dumb as spit

I should be thanking God

I should be on my knees

I should be asking for more of the same

yes begging pretty please

It can all start now again

It can’t really get better

by definition, intervention

Fate leads you if you let her

what

2.1133 : 6/9/08 : Standup

How long will the standup guy pose last

how long will you forget me

I used to blame the world in the past

Piss and moan that you didn’t get me

I’m no comedian I’m no one’s star

As per usual I’m torn what it’s about

I’m embarrassingly over the par

And still what I’ve got, I’ve got to let out

I like to think there’s room for freaks like me

I guess as long as I don’t ask for much

I can’t imagine what would be strike three

nothing but old boneyard bill’s last touch

what

2.1132 : 6/8/08 : Fine Romance

Begin with love

so obvious

my persistent weakness

make me cuss

but the next day comes

and the one after

and every day I learn something

and every day there’s laughter

every day I try to rise

try not to throw down the glove

every day there’s chances

every day there’s love

I should be goddamned ecstatic

I should give peace a chance

And I swear this one

could be a fine romance

what

2.1131 : 6/7/08 : Endings

Endings are so foolish

but it comes like a compulsion

sweep up the deck of whining fragments

Feeling vague repulsion

Good for nothing little sapling

the rot already apparent

the structure uninspiring

the flaws grossly transparent

If I was looking for an end

to end all lies to end all wars

the world it will not go away

and those are coffin lids not doors

I’ll end it on depression

hopeless hope that’s nothing new

but it ends and that’s a start

and it does build like 2 + 2

what

2.1130 : 6/6/08 : False Positive

Saturday I thought Saturday was Friday

five minutes later it was Sunday

False positive double disappointing

and I’m hell and long gone from the one day

Keep rolling but what the fuck’s it matter

So inadequate I’d like to vomit

If I could guarantee I’d be right in the fucking bullseye

shit I’d pray we’d get hit by a comet

what

2.1129 : 6/5/08 : Wretch

I’d love to stop talking about myself

but I’m too big of a wretch not to

Another night sucked into the tubes

Wondering where the years got to

Another night fighting to fight the good fight

another round of begging please please more light

it’s easier to believe we all are doomed

but is it really better?

I know my sure love would tell me

to hang in there baby if I would let her

I shouldn’t let the bastards get me down

but it’s hard when you’re such a wretch

And maybe tomorrow I’ll surprise myself

but five before the witching hour it seems a stretch

what

2.1128 : 6/4/08 : Fragments

6 fragments

let you know when it’s done

thoughts from the teevee

are we having fun?

what

2.1127 : 6/3/08 : Dolls

Sure dolls that dance

sure playing banjo

Well that’s just silly

so who’s the man Joe

better than guns

sure better than war

I prefer the circus

but world needs bread more

Make believe won’t do it

we’re not feeding dolls

Should I grow wheat or bake bread

or keep climbing the walls

what

2.1126 : 6/2/08 : Pitiful Existence

3,316 : 7 ?

Pitiful existence

grinding’s not optional

another rough cut

before the flood, after the fall

should talk about the silver

should talk about the gold

Should talk about the girl

What the hell I’m too damn old

what

2.1125 : 6/1/08 : Every Little Thing

What getting there might mean

I don’t know but

I guess it doesn’t mean getting

every little thing, eh what?

I’ll get it on the edit

what a laugh

I’m always straight on

to the next paragraph

always putting it off

till the last damn gasp

terrified that my reach

finally exceeded my grasp

but it’s something, that’s something

isn’t it just though?

do your thing, such a shame

that we all must go

what

2.1124 : 5/31/08 : There

Without looking without noticing

without working I looked up and

found that I was there

So many possible solutions for

the equation I smashed it up

and scattered it to the air

I can’t explain the way

the thing flies around only

landing every once and a while

I took the name in vain again

but got there anyway just like

I swore I would, with a smile

what

2.1123 : 5/30/08 : Lost

Every twist and turn

despite a certain bearing

I still feel lost

Maybe nothing ever really resolves

for anyone anywhere

and despite that still extracts a cost

And if that’s true then what’s to say

the more things change

or some other pitiful thing

that sounds wise

while being utterly

devoid of meaning

Well this is no better

and that is no better

So the damn thing just drags along

looking for a track that feels less lost

feeling like I am banging

an idiotic gong

what

2.1122 : 5/29/08 : Blues

Talking meta blues

all about the truths

I can never hold

let alone speak bold

a minute here or there

minute blues despair

I could cut it off

fuck it mazel tov

but I am stubborn, yo

fresh baked, full of woe

I waste my time again

This or that, now or then

got nothing, said again

harder than it looks friend

what

2.1121 : 5/28/08 : Incantation (Spell 5/5)

Somebody said white people talk too much

I guess they had a point I’m out of touch

I try to be quiet with my incantation

Even saying that much makes me sweat my station

I’ll never pull off the iconoclast bit

And so I’m just another privileged shit

and I shouldn’t even try to talk about it

You want the magic formula: look; I found it

what

2.1120 : 5/27/08 : What Gives (Spell 4/5)

The thing is it occurs

in an instant

and then appears

inevitable

One minute you’re rolling

the next

you’re poring through the rubble

the everyday magic

of weather

or high explosives

the staunchest

deist must pause

to ask what gives

what

2.1119 : 5/26/08 : Every Damn Morning (Spell 3/5)

Every damn morning

the sun rises eventually

like magic

And the sublime rhyme

I dreamed disperses

leaving me elegiac

So I take it instead

making sure that I spread

the blame around a little

Rome just looks so great burning

and I’m so busy turning

the pegs on my fiddle

what

2.1118 : 5/25/08 : Persistent Vice (Spell 2/5)

Persistent vice

like bad advice

keeps turning up

like an unlucky card

laid for an augury

intellectual robbery

hey it’s no bible

and I ain’t no bard

it’s worse than pulling teeth

a glimmer of what lies beneath

pulling back the resewn veil

to glimpse the end of ever

as simple as we all will die?

as subtle as a stick in your eye

ask me when I’ll stop

and I’ll lie: never

what

2.1117 : 5/24/08 : Spell (Spell 1/5)

Do I need to spell it out

you’ve slammed us for a bad patch

there’s no doubt

and I am lacking faith I fear

in any charm or spell

to lift us out of here

time is magic

without flair or drama

You think I’m full of it

well so’s your mama

I’m just trying to trace

the sacred shape

I know we had it once

I’ve got it somewhere on tape

but those days are long long gone

nothing between there and here

maybe a couple thousand songs

and maybe no one will ever

speak those spells

and I’ll be forgotten utterly

maybe just as well

what

2.1116 : 5/23/08 : Extra Endurance

Extra endurance will

be required

the discipline the unexpected

adversity inspired

self indulgence

culture of masturbation

I studied you

with an eye to defenestration

I probably regret

half of what I say

may even ask if it was worth it

and the end of the day

but I keep my fears at bay

with some extra insurance

that I buy in the form

of persistent endurance

what

2.1115 : 5/22/08 : Blame for the Plague

I won’t take the blame

for the plague years

and my plight’s far from the same

from your vague fears

is it bad luck

or the time of life

plague or no plague

there’s always plenty of strife

to go around

what

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

what

2.1113 : 5/20/08 : Mind Over Matter

I’ve got to get this

mind over matter trick down

before this latest insult

moves downtown

slowly creeping up on

getting back to zero

What do you think the chances are

I’ll wind up a hero

it’s been a hell of 

a run of nasty

some vicious test

from the deeps so vasty

but I’ll keep hitting

till the damn things shatter

prove at last my epic

mind over matter

what

2.1112 : 5/19/08 : Faster

Get it down faster

set it in plaster

I tell myself I am

skirting disaster

a half year I slacked it

a bad bet I backed it

I got the deck but I

don’t know who stacked it

Pursuit of transformation

the information

is repetition perfecting

the act of creation

and I’m feeling rundown

stalled out after sundown

hey if it’s about disease

I’ve beat a ton down

what

2.1111 : 5/18/08 : Threat Level

It’s all about the color codes

it’s all about the data nodes

the threat level the sum of fears

it’s about as bad as it appears

They say they are manipulating

every bureaucrat they are instating

I don’t even want to know at all

they can just knock themselves out have a ball

I push back but it goes so slow

I could gloss it why I don’t I don’t know

these days the threats are so contrived

I’m just hoping in the end I’ll say I survived

what

2.1110 : 5/17/08 : Ramp

Stack another

octagon under the ramp

it’s a dim light

from a half full lamp

roll this roll that

roll up a score

throw another on the stack

always want more

I wish I wasn’t here right now

grit my damn teeth

wipe my brow

Must must always

make my stamp

Pick up speed

ascend the ramp

what

2.1109 : 5/16/08 : Tales

The host of tales are

forced into my ear

I can’t deny I

cried to hear

and see and see

and fill my eyes

variety

shock awe surprise

and how it all

amounts to nothing

except they’re trying

to sell me something

and what am I

escaping from

embracing sloth

and feeling dumb

the host of tales

all the ghost globes

the dark lords look

from dark cowled lobes

what

2.1108 : 5/15/08 : Proof of Existence

Can’t shake this sickness

and I just haven’t got it

but less you think I coughed up

some line and bought it

I thought I’d demonstrate

the charm of persistence

You can hardly call it all that

but it’s proof of existence

what

2.1107 : 5/14/08 : Tapped Out

Feeling tapped out again

gone dry the spring

tried so hard to touch genius

think of years between us

think of the attempts to overcome

trying to be smart not dumb

trying to be eloquent

on top of too many evenings overspent

putting the past behind

the depth of cliché blows my mind

hell Dickens got away with it

so why not grab that frog and pith it

bonehead couplets supreme

yeah this is living the dream

Yeah this is me creating despite

my obsession with eternity and light

it could all vanish in a minute

So if you’ve got some quest begin it

Sooner to succeed or die

Give me what and when and where and I’ll show you why

what

2.1106 : 5/13/08 : Route 2

Route 2 left at the crossroad

Follow the crick to the pond at the end

It’s been way more than ten years

Since I’ve been around that bend

I remember the north star from the field

I remember the northern lights

I remember the dreaming of endless vice

oh so many seemingly endless nights

inscribed in a thousand pages

And the more things change the more they stay the same

is about all I’ve dragged across the ages

what

2.1105 : 5/12/08 : Nothing Virus

3,295 : 47 ?

I gotta shake this all or

nothing virus

oh how these crazy

slings and arrows tire us

will there ever be

real transition

will I ever write down

my true vision

drawn out on the

major time scale

nothing seems important

it all fades beyond the pale

so maybe all the all

or nothing merely

intimates what we

know all too clearly

what

2.1104 : 5/11/08 : Bad Decision

A bad decision

mutually arrived

If we can look up from the grindstone

40 years from now

we’ll be amazed that we survived

and I will eat my hat sir

if I mange to retire

because those

two bad decisions

lit a fire

some say the globe is warming

and we’re running out of oil

some say there’s nothing you can do

so let the damn frog boil

Another bad decision

can’t make much difference now

could it? Oh well:

take the hammer to another sacred cow

what

2.1103 : 5/10/08 : I’ve Got Nothing

I’ve got nothing

what I came with

what I’ll leave with

maybe you think I’m bluffing

what

2.1102 : 5/9/08 : Brass Ring

I got no clue what I am

snatching at

you’re dropping heavy hints

but I’m not catching that

I think I got a bad thing

flailing for the brass ring

And I don’t even know what

I think I am grabbing

It’s really dark in here

and I’m just blindly stabbing

but screw it make one less mistake

you’ll know me by the bait I don’t take

what

2.1101 : 5/8/08 : Diamond Ring

They’re telling me all stories

about the end of it all

again with the collapse

the explosion, the fall

And the beggar on the wall

won’t notice a damn thing

not like to starve to death

ain’t common as a diamond ring

will there still be music?

will there still be trade?

will enough of us love peace

to get the necessary deals made

will you allow me

to suggest we wait and see

cause up to now we’ve been

damn worthless at futurity

what

2.1100 : 5/7/08 : Conversation

I can’t rack it anymore

Whatever’s gonna be another day

I can’t hack it, such a bore

Same old conversation it’s no holiday

I don’t want some stumpy little joint

giving up on it all like always

but I’m scrambling hard to find the point

but I’m wandering strange hallways

trying to invoke a new and better strategy

try to believe it’s not illusion

try to believe but it’s all just math to me

and every concession feels like collusion

what

2.1099 : 5/6/08 : Information

Dwelling on sadness

reeling in the madness

lack of communication

this is the information

drip from my tongue like honey

shame all I want is money

I ought to seek a low road

to amble with a light load

So many slackers get by

I start to think I’ll get my

moment of sun my fifteen

minutes of shock but unseen

here now I’m just persisting

beat but I’m still resisting

what

2.1098 : 5/5/08 : The Filth

3,289 : 41 ?

The filth has got

a sick hook in me

rot decay its

slime coats thinly

over every pore

and synapse

blame the young’n

blame the relapse

what to call this

proof of concept

some dumb notion

intercept

and smear into

lackluster stripe

apologize

next time less tripe

what

2.1097 : 5/4/08 : I Need a Plan

Dying for transition

transformation: ascent

I need a plan so bad

I can taste the scent

that’s gone so cold

my god how many false turns

how the hell can it be

that tiny coal still burns

What the hell do I think

is different now

And could I really buy

this time I’ll get the big kapow

man I don’t want a miracle

just a little plan

If I can’t believe I’ll come up with it

I’ll pretend I can

what

2.1096 : 5/3/08 : Chef

I am the chef in this kitchen

watch this bitch that I’m pitching

high cuisine high society

don’t try to gauge my piety

by what I don’t cook with

don’t give me that look with

what you think’s experience

What you rate as prurience

I’ll toss in the stewpot

say what else have you got

You think you will shock me

distract and cold cock me

with some of your sick twist

but when you see my list

You’ll know there’s no stopping

this menu I’m shopping

what

2.1095 : 5/2/08 : Sedition

We are worms each and every one

nothing but chance to be

born free to a free man’s son

nothing but fortune

to not be under the lash

it could come so easily

the crash

I won’t even share the

horrors I imagine

twas ever thus I dream dark

after my fashion

I am a worm

but I’ll go out fighting

hammering on this bin lid

the sedition I’m inciting

what

2.1094 : 5/1/08 : Increment

Every strange change

progresses but an increment

always hoping for big change

apotheosis of intent

I’m getting kind of worried

that this world works just the same

and you know I’m pretty sure

we don’t have time to play that game

what

2.1093 : 4/30/08 : Conservation

Grim in every socket

got no back up in my pocket

I am naked in a violent land

my once sharp mind

my stark right hand

do you still think

the pen is mighty

the man still runs things

check me, whitey

I suspect that

as a mass

we’re just a mindless

dumb morass

filling up our

shrinking pond

devouring every

tender frond

failed conservation

of our minds

soon replaced by physics’

brutal kind

what

2.1092 : 4/29/08 : Blame God

I’ve been blaming my woe on God

well it’s kind of a no brainer

If you accept a broader definition

Still I guess I’m a complainer

why not blame the devil for it

call the whole thing chance

Call it a metaphysics game

I choose to do my little dance

but there’s just far too much

I can put firmly on my own back

I swear that I can feel it now

the crushing sloppy stack

right now there’s just one answer

close my eyes breathe deep

give it up another day

give it to almighty sleep

what

2.1091 : 4/28/08 : Supposed Vacation

Supposed vacation

well who could really tell

a strand of rogue DNA

put me under a spell

it’s pouring from my vessel

this business ain’t magic

it’d be melodramatic though

to call the affliction tragic

It’s all of a piece

and I must take what comes

even if it seems all random

no the big wheel turns and hums

I’m just glad that I’m still here

that I’ll fight another day

apparently I guess you know

God willing anyway

what

2.1090 : 4/27/08 : Of Form

I could be called a fool

to labor for these trifles

over a matter of form

I seem to be to me

weaker than ever bent

in the eye of this ordinary storm

there’s nothing wrong with brevity

or introspection

it’s not like anyone’s out there

offering rejection

And hell all I can think about

right now is getting warm

in silence and darkness

free from all this form

what

2.1089 : 4/26/08 : Faster Faster

Faster

faster

I need sleep

pray somebody

the whole damn thing to keep

tomorrow’s going to be

a bitch on wheels

and I’ve got nothing

to pay back

what time

this steals

what

2.1088 : 4/25/08 : Heal As Fast

If I could heal this body

as fast as I can write

I’d be back in fighting trim

before my head hit the pillow tonight

but the conditions of reality

are harsh and unforgiving

and leading me to a question

just what kind of life I’m living

the techno guru said that I

needed a thousand

here’s me shooting for a million

minions at my right hand

go ahead and laugh but

pray I’m no prognosticator

cause if it ever came through

I swear I’d get to your ass later

but just now it’s all moot

and the plan’s all shoddy

and I’ve got no magic formula

to heal this body

what

2.1087 : 4/24/08 : Sacrifice

I have been oh so clever

Could I be oh so pleasant

the frying of my synapses

creates for him a pleasing scent

if it will all be consumed

then all my sacrifice is for naught

and how many would laugh at that

seeing all I’ve got

sick of trying to wrap my head around

poles of justice and security

fearing both are illusions

and nothing’s really up to me

what

2.1086 : 4/23/08 : List Them

There are so many places

that I’d rather be right now

there are so many ways

that I am not free right now

I could list them all out

from debt to gravity

habit to indecision

and of course doomed society

and just how many vectors

are competing for my brain share

how many are flat useless

who to complain to that it’s not fair

and what a wretched record

So many scrawled out words

a fraction of what’s left in my skull

milling like vast feline herds

what

2.1085 : 4/22/08 : Tax

I conceived the blank,

beginner’s mind

get mindful with a jelly bean

justice ain’t all that’s blind

Hey I’ve got zero concept

what it might look like after

I’ll just vow to be perfect from now on

And I’ll ignore your cruel laughter

If I could strip out every

feint and dodge and false climax

loosen up on nine things of ten

don’t forget to estimate the tax

what

2.1084 : 4/21/08 : A History of Tales

Whatever thought was slashed short

in the midst of who knows what

there is record of the latest final date

was it another shallow cut

I saw the evidence I left

a knife a glass to feed the sink

and all these lines I left unwrote

some signs of shrapnel on the brink

I could tell tales of nostalgia

a sort of exercise of will

and of a history of tales

that I may well get round to still

what

2.1083 : 4/20/08 : Always Something

Always something; ain’t it always something

I heard they used it in a proof

that God was real and not aloof

Don’t know about that: logic isn’t my thing

Never really saw it like that

relegate me to the dunce hat

I’d love to think tonight I’ll get my cake and eat it

but fear that at a second take

I’ll find I don’t have any cake

And all will be for naught, like ever, always, useless

What an awful way to see it

someday I’ll think better and be it

what

2.1082 : 4/19/08 : How Long Ago

Now I see the DNA

of all the late nights

every day

or almost

and how long ago

how long ago?

how long ago?

I know I did it all for cause

vice I pursued

at every pause

I saw a ghost

another way

but not tonight

but not today

what

2.1081 : 4/18/08 : Doctor Memory

Doctor memory

recollect the negative world

white and black

and inkling that shivered and whirled

So much I cannot place

moments lost in time

And I’m not saying it so well

but what the hell it’s my dime

what

2.1080 : 4/17/08 : Zapped

If you feel a little zapped

if you’ve already snapped

who knows if it will matter or not

you think the brave act would get stale

day dream about a crust and pail

it could be so much worse

You should give thanks for what you’ve got

It’s not really complicated

it’s not rocket science

it shouldn’t take a slide rule

or some modern appliance

You should be tired of spouting off by now

when you’re a farmer every tool looks like a plow

Oh I guess some furrows

won’t be the straightest

but don’t let that make you feel like

you’re not the greatest

what

2.1079 : 4/16/08 : Normal

You’ve done the stream of consciousness

the in jokes written large and small

I was surprised by how quick the ancient wisdom

ran out and I didn’t feel enlightened at all

back to normal whatever that means

sure the hell not what it means to most

I can’t call it genius now can I

but hell I am productive though I don’t like to boast

think I can call this normal for me

twelve lines twelve hours twice a day

It’s nothing new it’s ordinary

Make no mistake though I’m here to play

what

2.1078 : 4/15/08 : H.E. and Cryptos

Well it’s a pretty bunch

of worthless crap

compared to the great mythos

I shoulda been fighting in some war

Studying H.E. and Cryptos

take things apart:

put ‘em together

I shoulda studied computers

I put things together

one by one

And pray it don’t get hit

by the looters

sick of imagining

a world gone sideways

sick of worrying

ever, always

I can’t believe I’m stacking up

another brick

I can’t even believe

that I am still this sick

what

2.1077 : 4/14/08 : Free Will! Free Will!

Holy shit!

free will is back

better wake up pay attention

it’s a sneak attack!

free will free will

it’s a strange estate

I think it’s an illusion

but still true:

and great!

Oh man I can’t decide

What I’ll do first

satiate this hunger

or slake this thirst

I’m looking some disheveled

I’m feeling slightly tight

but I’ll exercise my free will

and not stay up all night

what

2.1076 : 4/13/08 : Sweet (Seventyseven: 81 of 81)

Don’t give me those sweet words

you’re not sincere

you’re not sincere

and no good comes of rhetoric

you’ll get no debate here

In your ivied halls of learning

wisdom is not found

The less I hoard the more I live

for everyone else the more I abound

Would you believe the universe

is here to help not harm us

The sage won’t strive with anyone

but rather dutifully charm us

what

2.1075 : 4/12/08 : Small Country (Seventyseven: 80 of 81)

Oh for a small country

an island principality

no more of this modernism

Luddism will set me free

let us discourse by passing notes

content to be clothed and fed

is this old school life really simplicity

a place to sit a roof over your head

oblivious to the world next door

stuck firmly in the mud, nothing more

what

2.1074 : 4/11/08 : Stitched (Seventyseven: 79 of 81)

They stitched the great wound

of the great war

But still we knew

there would remain a scar

Who wanted that?

Nevertheless in my left hand

I hold the tally

and stand up to the demands

on me

But ask nothing of anyone

And as a man of virtue

no tax or fee from me

There’ll be no book no statue

Heaven serves only the all good

the all-God One-truth

Look at the sweet good I hold

in my left palm unclean uncouth

what

2.1073 : 4/10/08 : Weak as Water (Seventyseven: 78 of 81)

Soft as water

weak as water

I’m aiming at your weak spot

like a vector plotter

You know how things go

you know how it works

but you refuse to walk the walk

You bunch of jerks

While you scramble in calamity

I am the lord of dirt

And all you fancy princes

going to lose your shirt

what

2.1072 : 4/9/08 : Superabundant (Seventyseven: 77 of 81)

Will you not hand me

everything?

I’ll

aim straight for your heart

like a great bow

where you take

I’m giving

when you sleep

I’m living

You might as well give it up easy

Don’t you know

That nobody else can

put these superabundant

riches to the service of the

right way?

My superabundant vision

it will sneak up on you

And you won’t even notice

that’s just how I play

what

2.1071 : 4/8/08 : Dry Stalk (Seventyseven: 76 of 81)

Why do I bend so

because I’m alive

when I am gone

I will be so hard

like a dry stalk

seeds rattling in my head

don’t tempt me to

turn over that card

I’ll be with the living

not with the firewood

my army travels

quiet and light

harvesting what is

ready for the axe

be wary and exalted

we will come tonight

what

2.1070 : 4/7/08 : Strife (Seventyseven: 75 of 81)

Why are we starving?

the taxes you levy

why are we revolting?

You all stand too heavy

Why do we mock death?

You cling so to life

But we who have nothing

must laugh at our strife

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

2.1068 : 4/5/08 : Daring (Seventyseven: 73 of 81)

Are you brave enough to

get killed in daring

are you brave enough to

hesitate: and survive

As one harms and one

benefits

something even heaven hates

but nobody alive

knows why

even I am perplexed

Heaven does all so effortlessly

Silent but you answer next

we come not knowing why

heaven following it’s great plan

without haste it casts its vast net

Near ephemeral catch as catch can

Not a single thing

Slips through

look now because tonight

I think I see it coming for you

what

2.1067 : 4/4/08 : Afraid (Seventyseven: 72 of 81)

If we’re all so afraid

I’m afraid we’ve got a long wait

coming for a greater power

They’re up in our houses

they’re taxing us harder

Growing wearier by the hour

I know me

but you won’t see a thing

I love who I am but don’t expect

me to whisper a word of it

I just keep looking deep within

for what is perfect

what

2.1066 : 4/3/08 : White Hat (Seventyseven: 71 of 81)

All I know is that I don’t know nothing

and so I’m noble

To call this ignorant estate

knowledge is a low blow

And we’re sick in the head

and until we’re sick of that

we’ll stay sick; but baby I know better

So I’m wearing my white hat

what

2.1065 : 4/2/08 : Fewer Disciples (Seventyseven: 70 of 81)

Could I say it any simpler

could this yoke be lighter

but the world looks back bemused

and I know I’ve got a fighter

on my hands

The ancestor and Lord

of these words I say

I know you stupid humps

misunderstand me every day

just understand

the fewer disciples

the better in all respects

I wear coarse peasant clothes

but he may find who least expects

jade in my hand

what

2.1064 : 4/1/08 : Step (Seventyseven: 69 of 81)

I step back step back

I step back and lead you on

I roll up my sleeves, not threatening

and sing my prisoners this song:

my words have an ancestor

My deeds have a Lord

I wield the knowledge

like a terrible swift sword

I know just how strong

my enemies can be

My army’s grieving so hard

that our tears are like the sea

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