2.1207 : 8/22/08 : This Is Progress

This is progress

jumping the inevitable gun

Still so long over after

the setting sun

better would be better

ten long years

come on Diana

go get her

so artificial

feels like trivia

the spaces within

vast unbelievable

an increment better

the width of a hair

at least setting me free

to just sit and stare

what

2.1206 : 8/21/08 : In A Row

7, 8, 9

bloody minded

last ditch

pitches in a row

Far as my eye sees

bitches with a hoe

a rake

a scythe

a stake

that looks quite

ready for my heart

You tell me

is it merely form

or is it art?

what

2.1205 : 8/20/08 : Whose Fool

Whose fool am I anyway

Searching aimless

daydreaming my life away

I can’t even give my

secret project a name

and I’m caught up bad

in the game

I need to space out

unplug

and dive in

obedient to the voice within

far too much cognitive pollution

there is no goal

there is no solution

there is no God

that could be confined within one church

there is no knocking me

off this new perch

no name, fuck it

I am golden

quantum free agent

and

to none beholden

what

2.1204 : 8/19/08 : Nope

Nope

not it

same

same

I don’t give a shit

pointless

vain

solipsistic

write on

a fucking

mirror

with lipstick

what

2.1203 : 8/18/08 : The Data Point

3,394 : 39 ?

I got no intention of tuning in

turning on dropping out

wherever you may go

you know the rest

it won’t tell you a thing

of what it’s all about

running my mouth

in all the time out of joint

trying to wrap my head

around the data point

Ignore the obvious stuff

put off another day

Yeah here we go again

talking philosophy, hurray

racing the devil

the time out of joint

trying to get a piece of

the data point

what

2.1202 : 8/17/08 : So What

You again

so what?

at least not that again

Yes but

I don’t feel nothing in

my gut

it’s just

again again

so what?

what

2.1201 : 8/16/08 : Nothing At All

Nothing at all

The answers aren’t answers

the solutions are bunk

the movements are all standstill

and the treasure is all junk

I can’t believe I’m thinking

wasting moments wasting brain

I might as well pound sand with hammers

sit in the dark and complain

maybe the world is doomed

or only civilization

maybe it will take a hundred years

no bearing on my situation

maybe I’m just here fiddling

in a deck chair on my own Titanic

I am a speck of dust

and all these problems are gigantic

what

2.1200 : 8/15/08 : Little Fish

Nobody can come between me

and my little fish

I pine for my ambition

hey maybe someday for that dish

pretty sure I’ll never be

the fat suit in that glass tower

well it makes me

a little crazy

but little fish and me got our own power

I spent a long time alone

this is my comeuppance

been looking at it all the wrong way

as vitae interruptus

while we all make other plans

What we get is life

me and my little fish

something like paradise

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

2.1198 : 8/13/08 : No Matter

No matter what I can’t seem

to beat that trend

half luck half laziness

it turns out the same in the end

always something piling up

as I cut something else down

always end up saying hell with it

So let’s paint the town

write about it isn’t helping

sing about it isn’t helping

it’s so pissant anyway

the sorry way I’m yelping

I’m the only suspect in this

judging by the splatter

that nobody will see but me

but so it is, no matter

what

2.1197 : 8/12/08 : Death Ray

Maybe we could solve

all our problems with a death ray

all these problematic people

why they’d just go away

I don’t see why we would stop

until everything is perfect

substitute my reality

for yours I must reject

If I could focus all the hate

you feel on any road

and concentrate it on your

stupid head in hopes it will explode

maybe you should not put your

death ray into my hands

everywhere I look

the target that I see expands

what

2.1196 : 8/11/08 : What You Said

3,387 : 32 ?

What you said

oh

what you said

and why did I

want to see it

again

well I don’t know

maybe

I never really listened

but that’s

no sin

what

2.1195 : 8/10/08 : Sympathy

Sympathy for the songs

stuck in my head

I’m sure we’d both be happier

if you were somewhere else instead

But how I wish

I’d written you for my own

forever humming

someone else’s rolling stone

maybe the words

don’t really matter so much

as melody timing

and that magic touch

and if it turns all these

are denied to me

I hope at least I’ll get

your sympathy

what

2.1194 : 8/9/08 : Wish

What’s it to you

if I say a wish

down on my knees today

I have my way

and you have yours

we all end up

going through the same doors

I’ve seen this premonition

So it seems

in something not quite memory

not quite dreams

and though I pray

with scarce a clue

oh my story

my wish came true

what

2.1193 : 8/8/08 : The Common Sentiment

Why do I resist so much

the common sentiment

the touch

of love of simple

homely joy

ever since I was a

little boy

it’s not I’m so high minded

no

just lost between

things above, below

and I know

I’m losing something by it

and not just a hit

in person I am

closer to true

and to you who count

know I love you

what

2.1192 : 8/7/08 : Optimism

If I could just control my mind

optimism would not be

so hard to find

but dropped rocks fall

and chemicals squirt

and I guess it’s just the consequence

of being made of dirt

who knows whether

choice is real

if anyone can really

help how they feel

who knows if value

persists

or always dissipates

to lukewarm mists

but that’s no way to think about

So I’ll just pray that it all works out

what

2.1191 : 8/6/08 : Fog

I’ve got no idea how

high this hill is

lost in the fog of

whatever real is

just before the stream

of nonsense words

I though I saw you pocketing

the gospel birds

I know you think all this

religious stuff’s just fog

and I’m dreaming to think I’ll ever

hunt with that dog

most of everything I see

is paint and flashing light

and the light of love is purer

but not near so bright

what

2.1190 : 8/5/08 : Troubles

Is this any way to

respond to troubles

as I’m marking time and

the stubble’s growing on my neck

if I had time to think

I’d nod at how things can stink

and I might get mad as heck

but when troubles come in torrents

I batten down

and despite your snide contempt

get my knees to the ground

You must live through it all

that’s the only rule

until your race is run

and you’re done with this school

what

2.1189 : 8/4/08 : Gape

3,380 : 25 ?

a thousand circles made of

wire and tape

towering structures fit to

make you gape

tension armatures

bakelite keys

pinioned joints like

insect knees

automatons of

dead end tech

clean as glass wings

not a speck

look inhuman

look unreal

mecha sunburst

under the peel

what

2.1188 : 8/3/08 : One More Thing

One more thing before I

fake some change again

rearrange again

those deck chairs on this

ill-starred boat

hell why not pretend

I’ll really pull it through

outfox or bull it through

swim somehow across the moat

what

2.1187 : 8/2/08 : The Book

In my heart that

irritating small voice

says by the book

maybe if you let me

find the damn thing

and take a look

I’ve heard about it

read about it even

ha ha funny

been told it’s not

about recognition

not about power

or money

So I’ll go by

my poor fake book

pretend not to

remember

what you left out

what you took

what

2.1186 : 8/1/08 : Work Backwards

Work backwards

start at the end and

imagine how such a thing could come about

think backwards

try to keep some friends that

will stick by you if it turns into a rout

I’m thinking of a suspicious method

will the authorities think this death odd?

the locked room the enigma

I think I’ve given up on self-concept

I think I’m resigned to mediocre and inept

I used to be a tau now I’m just a sigma

what

2.1185 : 7/31/08 : Suboptimal

Nothing will not make it seem

like action just for action’s sake

I know too well this occult town

this queer street crowd, forget it Jake

another stretch suboptimal

the routine screwed up, lost in tubes

Another daydream of the long con

pulling fast ones on all the rubes

nothing will not make this seem

like just another motion’s twitch

clichés choking up my throat

what can I say, hey, life’s a bitch

what

2.1184 : 7/30/08 : The Magnificent

The magnificent

seductive thought

the whole lotta nothing

to the table I brought

instead to be relevant,

heaven sent

and they will call me the

magnificent

If I was a real giant

of my times

I’d stand you on my shoulders

amid bells and chimes

lean on the magnificent

don’t be shy

I don’t quite still believe

I’ll get there by and by

what

2.1183 : 7/29/08 : System

I want a system

I want I want so bad to beat the house

no more scurrying inside the walls

scrounging crumbs just like a little mouse

I’ve behaved like such a little fish

snapping every baited hook

all unconscious swimming with the school

oh those bastards read me like a book

I’m nobody’s genius

one in a thousand ain’t good enough

maybe I don’t have a system in me

maybe I’ll never have the right stuff

I know that it’s not Christian

wanting to pile up some stacks of cash

wanting power and influence

storing up the rot and trash

but then again it’s said pay Caesar

I’m into that asshole for quite a chunk

and there’s no sitting still in this race

if I don’t want to get buried in bunk

what

2.1182 : 7/28/08 : Switch

3,373 : 18 ?

I’d like to shut my own damn

brain off like a switch

why keep on thinking thinking

never scratch that itch

God society and energy

space mind and death

blow it all away like dust

blow it with a breath

what

2.1181 : 7/27/08 : A Boring Piece of Paper

just a boring piece of paper

sure as hell not a ticket out of here

I am the paper man the paper boy

I’ll file that sucker have no fear

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

2.1179 : 7/25/08 : Last Minute

Everything put off to the last minute

this business is not fun or exciting

it’s just a slog of paperwork innit

And putting it all off again’s inviting

So I guess I can relate to you dumb slumps

who let it get way up on top of you

I’ll climb over your backs while you puff your humps

And from the top of that pile what a view

I’ve got no back story or origin

I guess I’m saying I’m really no hero

And through this paper forest that I forage in

God what I’d give to just get back to zero

what

2.1178 : 7/24/08 : Dead Letters

One letter after another

the paperless society the piles

just get higher

and as easy as it is to

make things disappear

I miss sending the dead letters

into the fire

still chasing the false sense

of accomplishment

clearing the in box out

checking the little boxes on

the great big list

was that really what it all

was supposed to be about

get me a shovel these

stables are stinking

get me a river to divert

wow how I’d love to

wash it all out

if only briefly conquer

all the muck and dirt

what

2.1177 : 7/23/08 : Week

How long have we been humping

this continuous week

Sunday to Sunday

the cycle unbroken

where did it get started

and did any dare to speak

or did the blasphemy

remain unspoken

We have a story the first week

established by God’s labor

The chances don’t seem so good

we kept track the whole time

And the first holy day

the day of rest we savor

might be supposed to be Tuesday instead

and every week perpetrates the crime

what

2.1176 : 7/22/08 : Pairs

So sing of something

that doesn’t come in pairs

like politicking and stumping

disguising private affairs

what

2.1175 : 7/21/08 : Tangle

Tangling with the demons this night

bathed in false electric light

stuck in a rut of rhyming pairs

Excuse me while I ignore the stares

Instead get tangled in the sound

I’ll find my best bet pound for pound

and craft verse into vivid scenes

tangled up in reds and blues and greens

what

2.1174 : 7/20/08 : Muse Speaks

as long as you look for your

treasure without

you’ll be ever beset by

confusion and doubt

as soon as you seek for

your treasure within

you’ll wonder how you ever

did anything

without me

I sent you an airplane I sent you a boat

I sent a flaming arrow over your moat

why you always got to be testing me

as long as you look you

know you’re going to see:

as long as you look for your

treasure without

you’ll be ever beset by

confusion and doubt

as soon as you seek for

your treasure within

you’ll wonder how you ever

did anything

look up look down

mere entropy is loose in your town

give thanks give praise

or do you say what’s the point anyways

I guess I call it a lesson when

I’m of the right mind

I sought ten long years

and I did not find:

as long as you look for your

treasure without

you’ll be ever beset by

confusion and doubt

as soon as you seek for

your treasure within

you’ll wonder how you ever

did anything

what

2.1173 : 7/19/08 : Tracking Error

Tracking error too much history

echoes of pure uncut possibility

mixed with a little knowledge a dangerous thing

here I am daydreaming about crazy bling

how many more times will I lose the thread?

give up another hour of life to dread

Instead of jumping wild in every blink

When will I learn there’s no damn time to think

what

2.1172 : 7/18/08 : Verifying

Verifying my motivations but the test failed

greed or convenience

so smooth the lies sailed

Or were they who knows what’s true

Paraphrasing Pontius Pilate

just like I used to

who’s got a use for

the cloister’s rejects

That vow of silence isn’t what it

used to be now we got texts

So maybe I’m dead on

and only think I’m lying

or maybe I’m just tossing off nonsense

while my blue screens are verifying

what

2.1171 : 7/17/08 : Fuck This Shit

Fuck this shit

not again

pull the plug

pull this pin

throw this pile

up in your face

I win again

this fucking race

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

2.1169 : 7/15/08 : List

I need to make some kind

of list so this

doesn’t keep happening

I can’t believe I haven’t

given up and scratched

the whole damn thing

and though I know that

I am done now

wherever I would wish to cease

I am compelled

to walk a little down

the road still trying to

capture my release

what

2.1168 : 7/14/08 : Strictly Continuity

3,359 : 4 ?

Strictly for continuity

offered as a very slight gratuity

strictly to stack the numbers up

why not I’ve still got half a cup

the best laid plans went straight to hell

I thought with words I’d cast a spell

and draw you in with impunity

to witness my continuity

what

2.1167 : 7/13/08 : Cracker

This sacred host is

one dry cracker

I’m dry as dust

and my heart couldn’t be blacker

I’m loathe to retire

I’m craving vice

I’m wishing what I wrote was true

Oh wouldn’t it be nice

to have a secret project

a fantastic trip

some kind of unfathomable

journey on a magic ship

underwater

with that mysterious captain

instead of sitting here

waiting for something to happen

what

2.1166 : 7/12/08 : Arch Stanton (Empty Grave)

This is not the night

and I forgot to hit save

look next to Arch Stanton

that’s the empty grave

memories of Lise Yates

long nights in my old estates

and what then must I call this day

my empty grave’s replay

think it’s time to stop fighting old ghosts

promises or maybe empty boasts

whatever may come just something new

refuse the black and fade to blue

this is not the night

but the portal of day

no more rewind

look up, hit play

what

2.1165 : 7/11/08 : Cicada Twilight

Cicada twilight, I hear

you climbing every tree

I see you emerged in false light

Now that’s what I call free

How many years were you under

Strange alien invaders

there to witness my regression

twilight cicadas

I will find your skins shed

when the sunlight returns

remind me how for shedding this

poor skin my spirit burns

what

2.1164 : 7/10/08 : Stupid Nights

Well is this another one

sure looks like another one

of my stupid nights

Like to say it’s the last time

sure like to believe

Once more to set it all to rights

well I’ve seen too many

and I know this one’s chance is past

and it’s all B.S.

say no mean yes

I’d love to believe I’d have a blast

Sure I’ll screw it up

maybe tomorrow spill the cup

reset that voodoo clock

but call tonight tonight

Shine one light so bright

Do what I must and take stock

what

2.1163 : 7/9/08 : Glug

Hell yeah I could

get drunk on a weeknight

glug glug glug

but I didn’t

and I won’t

take the wicked

pipeweed back up

like you always do

but I don’t

I might miss the sound

of inner rot

of glug glug glug

and vice

it’s not strength or

morality

it’s just fearing

the price

what

2.1162 : 7/8/08 : Purely Show

This one’s purely show

the smoke, the lights

the hype, the heights

a few cheap tricks I know

don’t believe the miles

On that odometer

I prefer to follow

my internal barometer

to know what weather’s coming

and to guess this tune

I’m humming

about how hard this thing

is going to blow

how hard I’m going to

rock this show

what

2.1161 : 7/7/08 : Another Name

So much the same so much the same

Try as I might to give it another name

I’m just glad the rain’s coming a little

I just wish I had some more time to sit and whittle

away the grimy rind of mundane accretion

the crust of runny boredom gland’s secretion

clear the nozzle I might just get a take off

though sure I’m afraid something might break off

by another name it might be twice as inane

So I won’t waste a minute to convince you that I’m sane

So much the same so much the same

after years of something totally different is it the same game

that I played not so well on the play ground

where I lost teeth and fights and saw it all got turned around

and if I fired the old skillet up would ever the twain meet

the city and the country side of my street?

known by another name a matter of tracks

and sides still truth abides I’m getting down to brass tacks

what

2.1160 : 7/6/08 : The Catch

The catch just like it

volume two

hard as I might try

I can’t carry through

to stack up more

than one in a row

will it come tomorrow?

I just don’t know

what

2.1159 : 7/5/08 : One for Two

Give me one for two

for me for you

for posterity

supposedly for me

trothed the ritual out

forget what it’s all about

some memory done spent

and off to here I sent

a message to the king

that’s it I nailed this thing

and it was all wrapped up

damn your eyes and fill my cup

what

2.1158 : 7/4/08 : Two For One

I’ll give you two for one

advice upon this declaration

independence is a myth

ask me twice and I’ll say this:

On the shoulders of giants

dependent on ones we’ll never know

geniuses who lived in caves

invented language

it happened just so

and I’m so clever sure

but what the hell will I invent

in a world subsumed by problems

how the hell could I

make even a dent?

what

2.1157 : 7/3/08 : In Preparation

In preparation for

surrender and defeat

I’ll slog another lap out

though I’m dead on my feet

I don’t know what I’m coughing up

but it tastes like blood

and another damn initiative

is trampled in the mud

horrifying and unmarketable

I go back to the well that’s always full

in preparation for

another day of independence

I’ll leave the rest to fate

and dream of transcendence

what

2.1156 : 7/2/08 : News

Reading the terribleist news

I know I know

I could refuse

fascination is it voyeurism

everything refracted

through this

horrible prism

perhaps I’m addicted

to the worst case scenario

power of negative

thinking’s impresario

strange calls in the midst of night

I feel it coming on

but I won’t bite

maybe I’m addicted to paying dues

maybe I’m addicted to bad news

what

2.1155 : 7/1/08 : Appropriate

The venue is appropriate

you’d laugh if you were in on the joke

I can’t avoid imagining

a rock big enough

to make the bastards choke

if virtue is its own reward

just what should be my

punishment

to try again and

try again

like any other revenant

the call of work

the call of sleep

the so loud call of distraction

the step too far

the crossed over line

the dreaded chain reaction

so what, if so

if so, if so

if so then so be it

I trust at least the

punishment

will be appropriate

what

2.1154 : 6/30/08 : Ritual Stupidity

Down the path of ritual stupidity

please forgive my idiot cupidity

the bile is floating my teeth at this point

another first something or other to anoint

Why persist giving in is so easy

live in the day what could be more cheesy

I still believe and it’s the hope that kills me

every time the vertigo of dumb ascent thrills me

what

2.1153 : 6/29/08 : Year Vow

The year vow was postponed

another brittle flaw condoned

pushed so so far past sense

Who’da guessed I’d be so dense

I used to be a rising star

I used to sing and play guitar

but I never learned just how

to hold the line and carry through

the year vow

what

2.1152 : 6/28/08 : Happy Place

Everybody’s got a posse

Everybody’s got a face

Everybody is dying

to get with me at my happy place

if you’re smelling like failure

if you’re dying onstage

spend an hour in my happy place

I carved it out of solid stone

jade and alabaster

I carved myself a hidey hole

a hedge against disaster

I’ll grow a carapace

and if that doesn’t work out

I’ll pull the roof on top of me

and hide out in my happy place

what

2.1151 : 6/27/08 : Onion

Peel that onion

I’ve got my whole life

when I get to the middle

I’ll switch to a knife

cut the heart out of it

hold it in my hand

the beating pulse of all my life

this happy brother’s band

it smells so delicious

frying in the pan

I know I will not sleep

till I’ve got this one in the can

the message of the happening

is every layer counts

and I’ll be lost among them

till I balance my accounts

what

2.1150 : 6/26/08 : Briefly

Briefly: fell behind

So much always

on my mind

vow forgotten

two days hence

no I’m lying

on the fence

no use trying to

understand

just take this item

from my hand

what

2.1149 : 6/25/08 : Segue

I gotta find a segue in here

somewhere man

This hill is very fucking steep

and I don’t even think I can

If you don’t believe in the change

If you don’t believe in what you want

If you think it’s uniformly bent

and fate is one sadistic cunt

And another hour is

fading by the same old way

and another can of tired ass gripes

how far past your welcome will you stay

And I get lost in daydreams

of striking gold or running away

as I look desperately

for my segue

what

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