2.1682 : 12/10/09 : Fault

It's not my fault, it really doesn't count
I can only count so high
and I haven't yet hit the amount
it seems to turn the record over
hear the best jam's on side B
a noise to make the earth split
and reveal the fault to me
Lava lava everywhere
and not a spark for fire
if it hadn't happened so many times
it might make me feel dire
Somewhere between what matters
and the crack that's breathing out
maybe I'll get the fault by the horns
and finally effect my rout

what

2.1681 : 12/09/09 : Fragment

moments are touched
by laughter the only
redeeming feature
of these empty escapades
If you don't have anything
better than this to offer
go home and close the shades
turn the lights out
unplug your phone
pretend you're up in there
alone
And I give you this
clumsy fragment
like it was a sacred stone
and vow it will get better
soon
swear by the sun as
ths sun is to this
waning moon

what

2.1680 : 12/08/09 : Strange Estate

Maybe a snow day tomorrow
take advantage of my strange estate
find out what it might really mean
if memories just can't wait
if all the miracles were just special effects
and what you saw was really what you got
it wouldn't mean a whit to me either way
it's the ghost inside that burns so hot
sweet mystery called it sweet mystery
why are we here and why do we persist
am I allowed to enjoy a good life
or must all life be to resist
I can say that's easy for you to say
she can say that's easy for me
I guess I wouldn't call it hard
still it ain't nothing
and you get mixed up so easily
I couldn't write it a sonnet or more terza rima
doesn't really turn my crank or fit my schema
the data we have seen suggests it's true
better to apologize than ask may you

what

2.1679 : 12/07/09 : Fades

So clear now but the moment fades
as the usual stacks upon the conveyer
and you have to revert to run rob or run
the future's not so fun, eh, prognosticator?
Youth fades, beauty fades
choice and personality are probably bunk
we're probably just soft machines after all
Who probably won't make it, who are probably sunk
Light fades, at end of day
the night side gets its portion
Probably meet the same stranger again
Fixated to do his strange devotion
Had a little reprise of some old regrets
trying not to let it get me blue
Same old thing but there's always a new day
to fight to not let it fade between me and you

what

2.1678 : 12/06/09 : Production

Production isn't everything
production isn't wealth
production isn't calling
production won't protect your health
if there are a trillion stars
and trillion trillions just like us
all production every where
won't spare the heat death exodus

what

2.1677 : 12/05/09 : Rub

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I could stick around
tell all about
but I think I gotta go
and rub one out
there's the rub and there's the rub
every truth sounds false
but I've got the lightest finger
on that taut vein's pulse

what

2.1676 : 12/04/09 : Don't Panic

First came Oklahoma
we forget about it now
everything was different then too
stand up take a bow
truth keeps getting stranger
how can fiction keep up
ask those ones whose shadows
I'm not fit to sweep up
but hey I'm not quite
past it yet
So I guess I'll take a crack at it
Still to see what I can get

what

2.1675 : 12/03/09 : Bump

Shit is bumping all around
up in here tonight
and I think I could have you
if I wanted
but I am not that kind
as I imagine you know too well
so whatever else that little
dark play won't get fronted
wish that I could wave a wand
and get you a good bump
well it's been many years
but you can't deny I tried
Doubtful it would go better
though that isn't part of my refusal
If I said I never think of it
well there I would have lied

what

2.1674 : 12/02/09 : Their World

Their world where ten large bills
isn't worth the bother of looking
so bent and dumb and crazy
no one caught the
bottom of the books they're cooking
You say we've got no choice
we all have to live there
without a vote that counts
without a voice
no openings among the big chairs
revolution fails
politics fail
every grass roots movement is a bust
it gets back to their world again
predictably as we get back to dust
no memory, none are saved
messiahs don't work
science won't save us
their world rises like some
dumb law of physics
come back ready to enslave us

what

2.1673 : 12/01/09 : Square

This square looks familiar
call it one or zero
don't call me for help I'm
not anyone's hero
try to get a good roll
make a better start here
might get sent back again
enought to start the heart fear
safer to set on my square
pass another turn
daydream about the day
when my sky begins to burn
mark my little check off
write another tally
give me a couple thousand
more I swear I'll rally
Ugly as I left it
as I had to leave it there
and it's waiting for me outside
soon as I leave my square

what

2.1672 : 11/30/09 : How Long

Head's in a press and feel
coated with something
a stink I picked up yesterday
while I was busy doing nothing
one night on the rack
left me bent over and aching
and the hell of it's the treatment
didn't even bring me close to breaking
how long? And King David asked how long?
this far in the only certainty
I feel is what I think's the answer's wrong
make haste to pick something
make haste to get it right
I've been so careful not to waste
I cannot get to sleep at night
the millstone's heavy but it rolls okay
it'll take far more for me to snap
and I may look ridiculous
but I'm a very busy sap

what

2.1671 : 11/29/09 : Picky

Telling me to pick
it's good advice
but I'm so picky
and when I open
up the box the mess inside
is very sticky
Seems it would be
obvious but it is not
all the blind paths
I've been down were cold then hot
then cold then hot
always feeling out of time
but time reels on
relentlessly
but if I said
I'd really tried I'd
say it disingenuously
trying anything
would have to be
better than nothing, right?
my struggling to
grasp this is the
hallmark of ten thousand nights

2.1670 : 11/28/09 : Expected

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Maybe I expected elevators
into space by now
computers that could answer back
the end of scarcity somehow
once upon a time the 21st
seemed so very remote
now it's yesterday's news
guess what, still in the same boat
expectations expectations
don't play that game near as much
the same hand picks my pocket
the same bums make the touch
the same old black and white game
expected what? I can't say
maybe if I thought it through
I wouldn't even expect today

what

2.1669 : 11/27/09 : Another

I can't persist in this
coveting the words of another
coveting the success of another
coveting the gains of another
oh won't you tell me
where I'm supposed to find mine brother
Another day another, another
You can't chase glory all the time
and you can't make a meal of thyme
and you can't help but repeat your words
and ideas rise, scatter like birds
and if you don't already know by now
another man's bound to take your bow
because something persists but we don't
someone will be there but we won't
and if I had another crack at it all
I might be tempted to just take my ball
but I'd probably do it all the same
not exactly happy but still glad I came

what

2.1668 : 11/26/09 : Show

I took this show on the road
my head was fixed on the gauge
Points racked just for showing up
Points rack up natural as age
Nobody's watching no
Look nobody cares
You've got to screw up worse than that
then everybody stares
modest and quiet success
nobody gives a hoot
you got to get on the road
you got to aim and shoot
but I'm so satisfied
yeah I'm so bland, serene
I am a thousand times
bigger than any scene
You want to show me something
you better look here first
here's all heavy truth on you
Answer all calls with thirst

what

2.1667 : 11/25/09 : Potter

Determined to be the potter
assured I am the clay
how long ago did I forget
to only want to play
I think I'd love to be bent
to a powerful will
love to be a useful vessel
been trying to run things long enough
stuck grinding in this stress hell
hope I don't get cut off the wheel
tossed into the pug mill
clay's not supposed to care
but pulling out the rug will
cost you more than one poor vessel
sure the word will get around
if you leave me spinning endlessly
or tread my substance to the ground

what

2.1666 : 11/24/09 : Often

Every so often
shake off all the guff
must and ought
the smooth and rough
Every so often
give up without a fight
Wave easy and careless
So long to this night

what

2.1665 : 11/23/09 : Maybe Nothing

Maybe all won't be well
maybe it will all be rotten
Keep on fishing out the sea
and stripping out the land for cotton
There's sure been plenty of pride
enough to forecast a fall
and maybe nothing will
come up at all
those to whom begging lacks
the conventional aversion
may wind up getting the best
of the grim conversion
back to just scraping by
back to always back against the wall
maybe for the rest
maybe nothing will come up at all

what

2.1664 : 11/22/09 : Fable

Surely this must be madness
a righteous fable
find my optimism
ready willing and able
again balanced like an angel on a pin
I'm not trying to get in
so if I look is it a sin?
The hour has come up
I'm in the thick once more
And only one direction can exist
and it points to the floor
Very close and comforting cool
a place to lie select the proper tool
I hope to do better
another day
hope to rise
and
hope to stay

what

2.1663 : 11/21/09 : Flip

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I can't believe how close
you've come to getting me to flip
and for nothing at all
I confess you run a tight ship
maybe I'm fooling myself
I mean worse than I know I am
I said this day would come
yeah I believed in it like flying ham

If I prayed every morning and I prayed every night
And in secret every noontime
would you show me the sight
some way to have it fast
soe way that's sufficient
it doesn't seem to be so much
you know they tell me you're omniscient

They tell me that you care
well down here that's a tricky sell
they told me that you told some dame
that all would be well
And I do have so much to be thankful for
but I'm struggling with my grip
I guess I better hit the floor
and pray they do not make me flip

what

2.1662 : 11/20/09 : Day Brings

In over your head
missing the old days
slave to simple vices
damned by faint praise
things are too complicated
never time to really think
always well aware
of how bad your shit can stink
I won't figure it out tonight
I won't figure it out tomorrow
however hard I push my pennance
it won't save me a lick of sorrow
bring it all upon myself
saw it coming far away
read the writing on the wall
jumped right in it right away
and found I was in over my head
knowing old days are long lost
and every day brings its own worries
and every day brings a harder frost

what

2.1661 : 11/19/09 : King Folly

Perhaps the root of the king's problem
was that he could express but one sorrow
to find words for all the other pain
he had no recourse but to borrow
Like the keys to the Kingdom
arrayed at intervals along a chain
the daring to unlock all hidden heartbreaks
the daring to reveal the ugly stain
Oh King Folly oh the half created
world of stories killed mid sentence
Oh dear denizen of night there is a
gulf between shame and repentance
there is something in this court
a real spirit words with meaning
I fear it gets recycled daily
lost in the gloss of the daily cleaning
So are you going to open up
do you even know just how?
If not then what King Folly
and when then if not now?

what

2.1660 : 11/18/09 : Crystal

What happened when the lens
became crystal clear and -oh God -
what I saw appear
the things I had to drop
and just stop
no explanation or goodbye
and that was tough
because I am a standup guy
now it feels like crystal
is inside my head
illumnating nooks and crannies
I thought safely put to bed
a real long time ago
turns out it wasn't so
If the dream exploded
and fell back to earth
And its husk put on a stick
and subjected to mirth
forgotten in a box
pushed back on a high shelf
If it's looking beaten up I've got
no one to blame but myself

what

2.1659 : 11/17/09 : Exhausted

The hopper on this

time machine is

wholly exhausted

there might have been a point

some time ago

you know I lost it

No space to get fancy oh no

No time to get cute

the hourglass is busted and

we’re barreling

right down the chute

what

2.1658 : 11/16/09 : What to Do with a $10 Gift Certificate to Walmart

Principles are great

but hunger’s real

think about not having enough

think about how you’d feel

Spend it on food 

give it to the poor

ignore the big picture

strangely you feel you have more

A thousand dilemmas

who can guess what’s really right

it keeps me guessing

it keeps me up all night

I’ll make the great chart

I’ll figure it out

the devil will be damned

it’s going to be a god damned rout

I’ll be here again

none to tweak the circumstances

a thousand and one hours

makes a thousand and one chances

forget about what you read

in some old moldy book

I’m going to make the video

that makes

everyone want to buy

the Book

what

2.1657 : 11/15/09 : Tribute

Tribute to the end of endings

tribute to the wasted chances

whatever it takes who knows what I’ve got

stand back I’m keeping the strange romances

I’ve got a grain of optimism

At a crossing I refuse to kill it

Half a surprise I’m happy enough

Now whatever flows I’m going to spill it

Maybe now I’ve jinxed the magic

Gone lukewarm and ripe for spitting

Go go go for whatever’s going

better get while the good is getting

what

2.1656 : 11/14/09 : Book

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It doesn’t seem to be

in a book or a magazine

and it’s been so long since I felt

like a smooth machine

running for a purpose

built for function

long lost miles past

the last known junction

So what is there

worthwhile to write about

words for words sake

nothing but dissent and doubt

nothing but frustration

angry and a long face

couldn’t be duller

couldn’t be a dumber place

to try to create

conditions I might just know from a book

maybe never real

maybe I’m afraid to take a look

maybe they were all right

maybe my highest perception

was always delusion

from the moment of its first inception

what

2.1655 : 11/13/09 : Haste

Harried to haste

and must heed

time’s right and I’m

riding a rough steed

but I don’t mind and it’s all good

I’m all about willing

and immune to should

what

2.1654 : 11/12/09 : Good As New

Could anything make me good as new

Was new all that good anyway

Was there some ideal point I drowned in the late night smoke

How pointless is it to think this way

What’s eating me from the inside

what’s bolixed up the pipes this time

what keeps me from singing pure

from chasing down the obvious

fearing final failure or just a missed rhyme

Good as new good as new what a lovely idea

no meaning behind it a slogan to chant

some stuff I read said it’s maybe the afterlife

but if the science comes through maybe you want to recant

There’s no flush out no nano-resurrection

I suspect things will stay dull and continue

I’ll get old like any other, suffer for my

self neglect, for abusing the machine

Something I read put a thought in my mind

wouldn’t you really like to be good as new

Be a kid again but wise like I am now

What a silly wasteful daydream it’s true

what

2.1653 : 11/11/09 : Dare

Do I dare to look

at random chance I engineered

I know I won’t believe

what in a soft credulous

moment appeared

a moment of daring just

is not enough

And I guess that its detritus

will be scattered along with

all the other stuff

what

2.1652 : 11/10/09 : Real Life

I don’t know why I do things anymore

Still evade the obvious

Still ignore wide open doors

an old way passed away but

nothing arose to replace it

and as far as I can tell about what’s going on

I can’t face it

We can’t get it together

we can’t deal with real life

I thought the future would be so cool

now it’s the present and just more strife

And the now-present future’s future

doesn’t look so hot these days

maybe that’s just middle age

or the way everyone pays and pays

want to believe I didn’t wait too long

who really knows, no guarantees

maybe I should just play after all

leave real life to the birds and bees

what

2.1651 : 11/9/09 : Streak

When I realized my mistake

I cursed a blue streak

if you enjoy schadenfreude, pal

Well peel the lid back and take a peek

what

2.1650 : 11/8/09 : Behind the Curtain

I can’t stop looking

behind the curtain

though nobody has been

back there for years

the chair at the switchboard’s empty

and I’m fairly certain

it’s down to random chance

when that giant head appears

It says nothing anymore

it just stares down at you

until it fades like

evening sun

a mocking silence left

it’s almost daring you

to ask it for help

like you’re the chosen one

and there’s nobody here

no not anyone at all

to tell you how to do

the magic to get home

somehow he rose up and out

left you to take the fall

left nothing behind but

riddles in a dusty tome

what

2.1649 : 11/7/09 : Put An End

I’d like to put an end to something

there’s so much left going on

I’ve got to pick and choose and be circumspect

and think hard about what’s already been and gone

In the hour of my revival when I

run up to the front of the tent

i might turn around and shout April fools

Man I’m already saved so you all get bent

I’ve got mine and still want more

damn me for a greed-headed jerk

I want it all without the weight of fame

Without the burden of chance or the pain of work

I know I’m crazy drowned in dumb daydreams

I don’t know what the hell my problem is

there’s serious stuff going down out there

So many a man would love to trade my life for his

So many pointlessly denied so much

I’ve got so little right to complain

Yet it doesn’t make a difference if I feel bad

So why the hell should I sign up for pain

I’d like to put an end to something

but nothing important is mine to end

and that’s one way I guess I’m just like you

the same wind going to make us both bend

what

2.1648 : 11/6/09 : Breaking Lord Midnight

I almost became the

one that I fought

and that irony was

palpable I thought

with barely moments

to set the thing right

I committed myself

to breaking Lord Midnight

My star didn’t ascend

my path wasn’t made plain

I was washed out and weakened

by sickness and rain

but I slogged anyway

to another high tower

to confront the great lord

of the witching hour

I said oh Lord Midnight

I have to break your spell

well he twirled his curling mustache

and said well well well

kid it’s not my magic

that keeps you in thrall

and you may break me but

it won’t solve your problems at all

that’s as may be

well you may be right

So I said to the retreating

back of Lord Midnight

I guess I better learn some

new songs and dances

with nothing left to break

I’m really taking my chances

what

2.1647 : 11/5/09 : Doing It Wrong

Not lists not systems no not

any sort of thing that can be written down

Shoulda been bold and stopped there

So sad now you’re guaranteed to end with a frown

I want a quick fix oh

but I’m doing it wrong

I’m doing it wrong

but I’ve been doing it so long

not a quota not an experience

you can’t pay to attend a seminar

you might as well watch teevee for two weeks

you might as well pass out in a bar

I want a quick fix oh

but I’m doing it wrong
I'm doing it wrong

but I’ve been doing it for so long

Go back and start all over

nothing new there nothing new there

figure out how much you can take

because you’re going to have to take all you can bear

I want a quick fix oh

but I’m doing it wrong

I’m doing it wrong

but I’ve been doing it so long

I want a quick fix but

I’m doing it wrong

I’m doing it wrong

but I’ve been doing it so

long

what

2.1646 : 11/4/09 : Crush

Something nasty

to get the juices flowing

Something rotten and wrong

a little crush

harmless imagined

nobody damaged

nobody the wiser for my rush

a little weaker

a little set back

locked up in this room

fetch me a rag

bleach in a bottle

fetch me a dust pan and broom

I can’t seem to be at midnight

the night’s evidence I flush

stretching the hour a little longer

avoiding all thoughts

of my crush

what

2.1645 : 11/3/09 : Elevating News

Don’t give me anything

but elevating news

I’ve had enough  of reason

had enough of blues

tell me a joke

something to warm my heart

it probably can’t fix this affliction

but it may be a start

send me pictures of cute animals

dressed up as people

I’m going to raise an LOL flag

up my steeple

I’ve hadn’t seen it myself

I would not believe it was true

Take a look at this high Master

grab your own celestial venue

once I’ve mastered optimism

I will hang out my own shingle

run my hands over the cards for you

till something starts to tingle

when you have my elevating news

all the great stuff you have in store

you’re going to be hooked instantly

you surely will be back for more

what

2.1644 : 11/2/09 : If You Hurry

Don’t compare yourself to the other one

don’t compare yourself to anyone

It isn’t worth a thing to worry

And it’s a place you can’t get to if you hurry

while you were making 15 it’s one through twenty

rust and weeds were fighting it out on the horn of plenty

now that you’re back don’t waste any more time

You’ve got a long while still left in you prime

There’s no harm in acting as if everything happens for a reason

it might just help you understand each change in season

no surprise they’re throwing roadblocks in your way

you best believe I will smash everyone today

I should have known well I was sick and I was tired

I will not hurry I’ll just push till your bid is retired

And get on with getting over the latest affliction

And you will hear me speak unhurried an

with perfect diction

what

2.1643 : 11/1/09 : Intercession

Failing belief in material intercession

It seems likely I’m saddled for the long haul

And it’s unseemly to complain about minor affliction

but it prefigures the reaper and his gory maul

but it prefigures the the horrifying world

no protection from pitiless chance

no intercession and a horrifying world

don’t expect praises, don’t expect to dance

I could be coughing away my life here

wouldn’t make any difference, I’d be in the same

boat with you

I don’t know it that’s a mark for or against you

I don’t know I can make any sense of what you do

And I reckon I’ll survive this one just like the rest

hell I used to do it sucking up smoke

but I’m leaving it up to you to come up with an argument

that the lack of intercession doesn’t make you act

kind of a joke

what

2..1642 : 10/31/09 : Wasteland

An inch long and a thousand legs what on earth drove you forth

From whatever crack you called home until tonight

And I towered over you a failed flawed and capricious god

And observed dispassionately your hapless plight

And I said it’s been a long hard road you’re on: you didn’t hear me

or maybe you did, but didn’t understand being you’re a brainless invertebrate

And these 35 feet I pace late at night are a wasteland to you

and if the cat doesn’t kill you and you get across, will it improve your state?

And I pulled up short three times so as not to tread on you

what a fool what a fool what a foolish dumb sentiment

as your clockwork ticks you across the wide wasteland

surely I could remove you from the world without detriment

the trouble with the time travel theory that time travel is bad

because treading on a single bug could change it all

is that it assumes that things as they are are ideal

or at least saving because who knows, the coward’s stall

But anyway I let you go to inch your way across

I hope you looking down on me will give me as good

And if you never look down and see the world beneath your feet

transformed into a wasteland; try it once because you should

what

2.1641 : 10/30/09 : Bulge

Push one thing down another swells up

battle of the bulge and the steady state

with one battle up comes another

no option but to choose not to participate

no different than the rest all soldiers no generals

no orders no instructions no maps

no radios no high command to call

just this dumb rolling ball fighting over the scraps

throw another book into the void screaming hole

Throw another handful of pocket change

spend another night listening to doom prophets

and another and another and another will be arranged

come sweet silence a little for a little while

war and chaos will roll over again

and to hope for any truce is a weakness I cannot indulge

what

2.1640 : 10/29/30 : Wire Again

Now the wire again

nobody left to impress

nothing but to fill a little time

I could hardly claim distress

Head is pounding like the surf

not even a bender to show for it

just routine disease again

scarcely the energy to go for it

for heaven’s sake stop any time

I’ve got such great excuses

they shame me in the daylight hours

but surely have their uses

I won’t work it out again

tonight the wire will jerk me back

I should be grateful for the chance

to stand off from grim attack

what

2.1639 : 10/28/09 : Litany

A litany of small regrets of health complaints

of money woes and and working gripes

You must be as sick of it as me

Measuring hours with coffee drinks bought with plastic swipes

No poet, no artist no singer at all

a shuffler in a little church choir

strictly small potatoes unremarkable

toiling blandly at the end of the wire

a litany of false humility and false heart

filled with sputtering short circuited pride

Been in the sand box a long time now

Since I fell out of the ride

I don’t believe in what I hope for

I don’t see anything when I look ahead

So I worry about my health and the government

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

what

2.1638 : 10/27/09 : The Early Riser

Maybe there’s still a little edge

left for the early riser

It’s going to be just hard as hell

but I might yet surprise her

I don’t want to think about

all of the things I’ve signed on for

right now it’s a steep request

to get on my feet on the floor

I can say never never I

can say never again the last

Oh I’ve got so so many

memories like that all stretching past

and I am not impressed at all

that I am still persisting

It sure seems there is some simple

path upwards that I am still resisting

what

2.1637 : 10/26/09 : A.F.L.

A stands for another F is bombing

L a word that rhymes with pissed

I can’t believe I’m trying to get through this again

take my pad and pen it’s all in the wrist

Like I don’t know what I need anyway

It’s just that I tend to forget

And as I don’t see you searching over hill and dale

to track down your poor lost pet

I guess I’ll try to get organized

and do for myself once again

Maybe then you’ll help me out

I heard it worked that way from my friend Ben

And if a little piece paper doesn’t make me

change my ways well then I guess I lose

At least if it’s all written down

I’ll remember that I had to choose

what

2.1636 : 10/25/09 : All Perfume

What if I said yes to everything

yes and to you yes and yes to you too

unimaginable impossible some fool’s dream

It can never work yes all would turn from you

yes it is easy enough yes to imagine

your soft yes world would be all perfume

lI can barely navigate yes the world of no

if I said yes to everything howe could I presume

discernment is yes necessary yes

none can have it all can they

So I yes beg for a firmer no

pray to God to keep the beast at bay

but my mind’s yes eye yes just

doesn’t want to cooperate

and I see things yes I’d rather not

what is the point of a grasping state

of trying to hold on when nothing will do

want it all want it all you you you and you

I yes say yes no yes and yes

go yes on yes to my yes diminished day

there’s yes no way yes I can yes resolve

and that’s yes yes yes yes all I have to say

what

2.1635 : 10/24/09 : The Punches Roll You

4,192 : 7 ?

Sometimes the next thing you know

it all comes so fast

the next thing you know

your whole life is rolling past

You try to roll with it all

but you know it’s true

sometimes you roll with the punches

Sometimes the punches roll you

It doesn’t seem like you can get

a single minute of peace

it would be one thing if you were

chasing the golden fleece

But we’re just chasing the buck

and trying to hold on

and once you get rolling

next thing you know it’s gone

You try to roll with it all

but you know it’s true

Sometimes you roll with the punches

Sometimes the punches roll you

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2.1634 : 10/23/09 : Only Game

I’m not proud so I play the

only game the only game in town

I will not disdain to play the only game

if that’s what claims renown

Play it badly play it well

with so much confusion who can tell

Still the game goes on and on and on

So hey today - ha! Yet another song

one day it may get old I may get exasperated

I hope to hell that purgatory is pro-rated

cause I’ve done a little time on this ball

and I don’t think I deserve a full sentence

at all

And that’s got nothing to do with why I stick around

no fears of dreams to come keep my feet on the ground

I play the game cause it’s there and I’m ready

better not blink my hands are so steady

another mile another fine rotation

broadcasting the signal from my secret station

that’s easy to find for anyone at all

if I keep playing the game

maybe someday the curtain will fall

what

2.1633 : 10/22/09 : Stupid Game

Sure as hell I got to get out

of that stupid game

big talkers and I’m far too old

to play it the same

You can call it sour grapes

or say I took my ball home

like that but I won’t

push that one through your dome

but should I blame you for being

young and arrogant

One day you’ll be old and wise like me

maybe give up the game maybe then you’ll see

the hard and polemic will never concur

there’s a place somewhere for those unsure

I’m in a minority I don’t claim to know

what the hell’s going on

or who runs the show

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2.1632 : 10/21/09 : Head Game

What do you think of the

head game son

I been through it confused

why you find it fun

but you really

seem to though you need much help

so many questions

crazy little whelp

hell I’m tired

hell my teeth hurt

it beats meta-reference

but it won’t buy me a shirt

and neither will head games

or daydreams either

so I stumble along

badly in need of a breather

what

2.1631 : 10/20/09 Statistics

The statistics say packing heat will kill you

but you won’t change a thing boy will you

the statistics say I’m wasting my time

blathering about it while my jungle bells chime

and I’m a statistical creature nothing but

on the same bell curve again what the what

I’ve got correlation but I don’t get cause

and much as I hate to let the answer

slip through my paws

I better bow to the statistics and give up

the bar is so high and I’m failing so bad

to live up

what

2.1630 : 10/19/09 : Recreation

You know no one will write no one will call

no one will ask about the recreation

I’m getting used to it I hate to sound

like such a sorry shit

but truth be told this is my situation

I’m trying to build something new from scratch

and it’s a long haul and nobody is paying attention

at least as far as I can know

if they were you’d think they’d say something though

Occam’s razor has an explanation for zero mention

oh and will the recreation even matter

or will I just let it slide

I’ve done plenty of that yeah

and you know if it falls flat

there’ll be just another plain marker

where another idea died

what

2.1629 : 10/18/09 : Hello World

Oh yes hello

world

so predictable

Had some thoughts I didn’t care for

today

and I don’t want to tell them

to anyone at all

I don’t need to tell at all

maybe that proves it

isn’t serious

and anyway it’s all gone

and here I bow

under the camera imperious

what

2.1628 : 10/17/09 : Prior

Prior to deciding whether

to crash and burn

it’s not duress exactly

or salvation I spurn

I don’t know how to describe it

some desire to drive a nail

with one damn blow

and no doubt doomed to fail

then again maybe it’s just

wanting to scratch an itch

dig in a little really

lean on that bitch

just a dummy

making dumb decisions

pushing consequences on tomorrow

subject to tonight’s revision

what a drag

what a tale of fools’ delights

how many more does it require

these foolish nights

I wish I had the number

wish I had it written out

I suppose that wishing’s just

more of what it’s all about

what

2.1627 : 10/16/09 : Cross the Line

Today is the day I cross the line

wow it just happened

check out my spine

I could claim I was hired to work

it would be fair I’m exhausted

I try to fight through it while

on all sides I’m accosted

by dreams by work by progeny

start the countdown on some click

don’t have even a clue

of where this strange idea took hold

could probably use a walk

this gloomy gray doesn’t help me

get out wake up or get busy

and just keep crossing and crossing the line

and it’s making me

quite dizzy

what

2.1626 : 10/15/09 : Gorgeous

Give us back our gorgeous

dreams of tomorrow

instant everything and easy flight

this social rhetoric

and primitive explosives

Sure don’t match up to a dream of light

Is it an illusion I believe

that if we just dared to dream big enough

we’ll rise above this urge to war

and petty scarcity

and embrace experience over just more stuff

I suppose that I would have to

make myself a proof of concept

live a life glorious and gorgeous

it doesn’t seem so easy now

well no confess it doesn’t

but I can’t escape my portion is generous

what

2.1625 : 10/14/09 : Pattern Recognition

Why this brain’s supposedly so great

a point I tend to think you overrate

I guess it comes in handy

spotting the connections dandy

But in the valley where chaos reigns

it asks more questions than it ever explains

Pattern recognition

Won’t explain my grim position

Why isn’t it clearer or completely opaque

If I’m never going to make it will I always

have to fake

I recognize this pattern but

feel powerless to halt it

If I can’t blame my brain who can I blame

Still it feels wrong to fault it

Keep looking for the patterns

don’t you get discouraged

see long hours late of screwing off

hey maybe you should act your age

and I know recognizing it’s the easy part

scribing a new pattern is wholly the realm of art

but you’ve got to start where you are

if you hope to gin up a new avatar

what

2.1624 : 10/13/09 : Passive Voice

What was done to me

What has happened to the world

the evil that was allowed to flourish

the stones that were hurled

in the glass houses that were built

by the figureheads selected

In the races that were bought and paid for

by the products that were selected

And it got called freedom

and it got called choice

until it went beyond endurance

and I yelled out in my passive voice

what

2.1623 : 10/12/09 : In the End

In the end

what perfect arrogance

tell me friend

how do you feel about dissonance

I feel fine fine fine

I’m ready for

an uglier day

I feel fine

bring it on it’ll be

different anyway

there will be no end

there will be no aftermath

just now and now and now

throw the best case out

with the worst case bath

and I guess I am so dense

I’ve got to learn it over endless

it could be worse it could be worse

I’m not stupid

and I’m not friendless

what

2.1622 : 10/11/09 : Stupid Moron

The stupid moron

inside of me

barks for poison

as he swings from the tree

of the fruit of knowledge

of stupid and smart

I no longer know what this is

but could it really be art?

How I hate you stupid moron

I’d like to force feed you

arsenic and boron

wouldn’t it be great to be free

the only problem is the stupid

moron is me

I keep saying I’ll

keep him in the box

the moment I doze off

the stupid moron talks

I’m afraid I’m going to

just have to learn

to live with him and try to

cope when it’s his turn

what

2.1621 : 10/10/09 : Last Page of the Internet

Last page of the internet

they’re making robot bees

at Harvard

Maybe I should have

sent in an application

shift my whole history

hard to starboard

You have to cultivate

and attitude of no regrets

just to get along

maybe today I’ll do

one more thing right

than everything I got wrong

I am thankful

don’t get me wrong

but I think that you

must earn me back

I am standing up

I am asking so much more

but truly I am

not on the attack

what

2.1620 : 10/9/09 : Epic Fail

Failed to keep the promise

throw it on the pile

hour stretching endless

be here for a while

swallow brandy

reach for a feeling

knowing it is only

my own sleep I’m stealing

told myself I wouldn’t say

the same old same old

day after day

sounds familiar

looks beyond the pale

another document

of another epic fail

what

2.1619 : 10/8/09 : Stretch the Hour Until it Breaks

I’ll stretch the hour until it breaks

act willful, claim it’s all mistakes

hands aching with the cold

and feeling feeling old

Hard to bear to tell it straight

the night is cold the hour is late

halfway through this foolish swing

praying the mighty pendulum ends this thing

what

2.1618 : 10/7/09 : Germane

What’s relevant? what’s germane

If I jump through every hoop

just what will I gain

say riches won’t make you happy

but debt will make you sad

It’s a hell of a system

And I feel like I’ve been had

It’s really all my fault though

I confess I should have known

if you have to find someone to blame

it rests on me alone

try to figure out what is germane

and figure out what fits

hope those hoops don’t start spinning

chop me into bits

what

2.1617 : 10/6/09 : Consistent

Try as I might I just can’t

seem to get it consistent

and the howling of my aging ego’s

getting more insistent

as I try to piece together

what the next phase is

don’t really want to talk about

it anymore but there it is

consistently falling short

consistently up too late

consistently glossing over

what maybe could be great

consistently backsliding

in habits old and new

just thank God I’m not a drinker

and that I’ve held onto you

what

2.1616 : 10/5/09 : Transcription

This is no new scripture

on golden plates

has it been a decade

casting pearls before the ingrates

transcribing history into

digital ether

I asked my muse to help out

She said it was beneath her

the scale of it defies

rational description

the big computer’s

universal transcription

destructive analysis

only information will survive

So enjoy all your sensations

while you’re supposedly alive

And I’ll make my map in miniature

my little track of the day

on the theory that the future

will need an awful lot to play

what

2.1615 : 10/4/09 : Insanity

I know doing it again is crazy crazy

Heaven knows I’ve tried to stop

Heaven knows I’ve killed myself

waiting up night after night

waiting for the other shoe to drop

It’s crazy and I have to

slog back even from here

illustrating the

definition of insanity

Learn from my mistakes

hell I don’t even learn from my

successes

So typical,

oh the humanity

what

2.1614 : 10/3/09 : Blown Away

Nobody’s getting blown away

by this masterpiece

hoping for some stale shake

buried in the crease

hell it could be worse

I could be thinking that way

I’ve made a tiny bit of progress

with my feet of clay

Just thinking about it

washes me out with fatigue

thinking the whole damn world

is out of my league

I could be so much worse

a real monster true

but I’m just not enough

and I’m so sick of pushing through

what

2.1613 : 10/2/09 : Lost Leaf

Leave of paper, leaves of tobac

leaves are turning yellow

So soon winter’s coming back

and I have lost

the thread of the leaf

that I collected

and I’ve scrambled all the

notes of the

experiment subjected

what

2.1612 : 10/1/09 : Working Backwards

Working backwards to fix the error

this one went deep it hurts

after the flood the crash the terror

we’re lucky we still have our shirts

try not to look at those not so lucky

try not to hear the bell toll

thinking about all that makes me feel yucky

and I don’t want to stop I’m on a roll

It’s really happening today I’m unplugging

flushing 13 years of poor production

find out what happens if I really keep chugging

maybe at last I’ll find my damn function

it couldn’t get any dumber I hope

drop all thought of sunken cost and regret

pray to get just enough to cope

Well you haven’t heard the last of it I bet

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