2.2777 : 12/09/12 : Trusting in Luck

Is it just
trusting in luck again
magic numbers
with my magic pen
no just exhausted
from straight up work
all perfectly legitimate
so wipe off that smirk

what

2.2776 : 12/08/12 : Where Dreams Come to Die

I arrive all unprepared my everyday calamity
Look at me all meek and scared well oh the humanity
You think you're going to write your way out of this one son
The fact that I believe I might that's how the death of dreams gets done
Welcome one and all to the place where dreams come to die
Hey lady what you think of my face as the years pass me by
I even thought I was one of a kind and it would pay somehow
If my friends could read my mind if they could see me now
up in this hallowed ground where dreams come to die
sill chasing the big sound just another astral pie
And when I line them back to back you know I've got to laugh
throw another up the stack know I'm not there by half
and still you've got to find your wrap along every twenty four
Keep waiting for thing to snap still keep finding more
Imagining might be unstoppable dreams might be immortal
and when my head beat gets so droppable I cannot resist the portal
that flings me from the place where dreams come to die
the grand transcendent race that great gig in the sky
And if it is my destiny to be the last mook in the chorus
I guess it's just the pest in me that won't let you ignore us
up here singing our hearts out where dreams come to die
they're sweeter dying on the vine so sweet I want to cry
there are more things that will never be than ever get to live
and if I want to be free that's a thing I'll have to forgive

what

2.2775 : 12/07/12 : The Player

Will this let the anger out?
not this time I think about
Where it could go
and who's to blame?
the player
the brayer
or the master of the game?

what

2.2774 : 12/06/12 : Elimination

The diarist's metaphor
elimination
not exactly the most beautiful
model of creation
And the keeping
and the cataloging
paging Dr. Freud
If I wasn't me
I'd bee even more annoyed
What was I expecting
Grand revelation
What did I think
would be left standing
after all elimination
times is up for today
there's progress here for sure
if it's just clearing the decks
well still that motive's pure

what

2.2773 : 12/05/12 : Now On

From without further delay
to from now on
try to parse despite my attitude
it's just that what's been going on
the difference everywhere
the revelation of the increment
a talisman against despair
I reach out for the feeling of
a journey I once had
recall myself withdraw my hand
it can't be grasped for good or bad
what's not philosophy or science
tends to defy their boxes
and rhetoric's no substitute
When I roll out these paradoxes

what

2.2772 : 12/04/12 : Set

How do you really get
outside the set in ways
a million dollar question sure
but then who pays
past superstition
superficial meaning
such a slow slow harvest
of wisdom I'm gleaning
I would like to please myself
that's no crime
I would like to tell my tale
it's my dime
If no one wants to listen
I'll find a way to cope
as I still grope for the edges
well I've still got hope

what

2.2771 : 12/03/12 : So Bad

Want to give up so bad
hey nobody's stopping you
the concept so rad
but the network's still dropping you
I used to be a player
for certain small definitions
peeled off another layer
whoops and lost my ambitions

what

2.2770 : 12/02/12 : Fresh Concept

Leave thoughts unthought
hey a fresh concept
for your crazy bin
ten years and still
we just keep cooking up
and chucking in
Alternatives are scarce
even while riches embarrass
Don't wear it out
soon it will find its way
to history's pile
you wouldn't think it
but it's been planned like this
all the while
it even has a name
but guessing it is half the game

what

2.2769 : 12/01/12 : Reruns

Gross: what if it's all reruns
form here on out no original content
wait did I say this before
don't look at me friend no comment
that it's all been seeming too familiar
nothing but to put it to the halt
hope for a better day like always
remember that it isn't all my fault

what

2.2768 : 11/30/12 : Gimmicks

Maybe could have guessed gimmicks
and shortcuts not your game
Well I never asked for the lottery
or sudden fame
just a simple plan
some confidence of execution
left with solipsism
ever-present confusion
World seems unfixable
people obstinate and cruel
children ask only for love
can't even afford them gruel
fix it your non-presence demands
you immanentize my promised lands
have you taken a look at these aching hands
trying to grasp shadows, desert sands
it's a cruel trick
when you known I'm not built for it
To issue this compulsion
To me to dive in to the hilt for it
No it's not a gimmick
but it's a dark magic spell
here I thought you dealt in light
all the time but oh well

what

2.2767 : 11/29/12 : The Horse

To hell with you all
And the horse you all road in on
I guess I'll line up with the rest
but inside I am not a minion
It could go on and on
but I'll retire to get rave on
You'll have to show me if you think
there's one good reason to behave on

what

2.2766 : 11/28/12 : Priorities

Are you trying to tell me something
about priorities
I said they'd come first but I
can't get to them
that's some exquisite irony
I could use a little help here
The Path's anything but clear
can you even relate to fear
Without a wheel I cannot steer
And here I am
at a remove discussing
my priorities
Speaking to air
inside my head
craving just a taste of my old certainty

what

2.2765 : 11/27/12 : Cliff

Everybody's talking cliffs
All feeling up against
the cuts we cornered
with the words we minced
fear the insurrection
the resource crash
and all that couldn't be solved
with a fistful of cash
want to see the whole world drawn up
and converged
but aside from the odd battlefield
nothing really surged
and real or imaginary
the cliff haunts us all
and no matter who
we all take the big last fall

what

2.2764 : 11/26/12 : Don't Talk

Don't talk about failure
the same same same
don't mention the project
or anything by name
How no one pays attention
how nobody cares
Don't talk about that comeback
You came up with on the stairs
What a pity, nothing to say
give me a topic is all I pray
And I don't talk about it
Anywhere but here
Don't talk how it's all circular
Or how there's nothing here

what

2.2763 : 11/25/12 : Fast

Give me a magic missile
and make it fast
universal projectile
a killing strike to last
what is this yawning emptiness
my first world tourist trip
I'll speak of it for years I'm sure
a half dozen meals I skip

what

2.2762 : 11/24/12 : Triage

I'm going to triage my priorities
It's going to be different this time, you'll see
won't get distracted, let my focus slip
be like an arrow shot in space this trip
failing belief in a special destiny
triage must be my first priority
failing belief in special intervention
the structure of decision must be of my own invention
but I'll make it nice and simple like 1, 2, 3
and feeling right will be my next priority
and since a triage of course means three
well I hate to ruin surprises so just wait and see

what

2.2761 : 11/23/12 : Face

Making a list of things
to throw in your all-seeing face
I add some flattering
there on the end for just in case
it's a nice trick
how you vanish when the blame goes 'round
but when it's time for giving thanks
your self-regard astounds
my face looks back at me
am I still a believer
am I in the grips of the
delusion of some grim deceiver
I find I cannot push
my mind in these shapes anymore
now I am face to face with it
forced to decide what it is for

what

2.2760 : 11/22/12 : A Million Stories

Anticipating antipathy
the days we pick here
in Land o' Free
Can't we all just
try to be nice
a million stories
and with each comes a price
I'll be the bigger man
I'm just that kind
now there's a story
I'd delete from my mind
If you could do that
it turns out you can't
So I repeat myself
so I rave and rant

what

2.2759 : 11/21/12 : Pre-Emptive

Pre-emptive thanks
weren't expecting it
show me your crazy notion
Wow I'm respecting it
Short of time
but it's at your command
me in my usual state
yes nothing in my hand

what

2.2758 : 11/20/12 : These Days

Sure of these days
I was very clearly told
they even guaranteed they'd strike
before I was quite old
They even told me I'd be
surprised despite the warning
but no one could explain
the way I'd feel that next morning
no use in getting mad
anyway we can't afford it
if there's only one train out
What use to refuse to board it
these days I have to ask
Is it really any new trouble
or just that it's our turn now
to draw a black spot and get it double

what

2.2757 : 11/19/12 : No Advice

I give up my no advice again
I am so far out of my depth my friend
my fine mentor can we begin again
nothing but my stupid little prayers to send
And it's all like this isn't it oh Great One
Okay till it's not and anytime you say, boom, done
I can't keep track of everything I had begun
and nothing done and oh are we yet having fun?
No advice at all in the book just weird tales
neither wise nor a babe just a blank verse gun on rails
and what've you got to say everyday you outrage me with travails
how hard how dark how fast my sin pales
in comparison to the high and mighty
in comparison to the crimes of Aphrodite
I guess I'm not a lot of use, all-rightey
as I quest for the advice so elusive and flighty

what

2.2756 : 11/18/12 : Grind

Is there any work
that isn't a grind
or is it just how must
messes with my mind
I thought that I
Could rise above
be mister iconoclast
Live on love
but Justice ain't the only
thing that's blind
and everywhere I look
it's just another grind

what

2.2755 : 11/17/12 : Rogue Android

Rogue android
will we never learn
after the disaster
and its lesson so stern
we just keep bringing them
because they work so hard
thinking this time we won't
screw it up: let down our guard

what

2.2754 : 11/16/12 : Spec

Will anything ever
end up matching the spec
So many times I prayed gold
and rolled up dreck
should I be digging harder
or pulling up my claim
Or just searching out someone
to loudly blame
what if nothing ever changes
from now on
I think I heard that
in some forgotten song
What if God made it all up
and shrugs when we ask why
Someone should think about that
but not this guy

what

2.2753 : 11/15/12 : Shallow

Good God could it be
it's still all been superficial
Up to this point the surface only
the truth always so sacrificial
maybe there's nothing in there
everything is hollow
would that even excuse
these long swamps in which I wallow
thrash out into the deep
toes lift off the riverbed
feel it closing over
and try not to lose your head

what

2.2752 : 11/14/12 : Drop

4 days drop like a rock
into a dark pool
they can't teach you where it goes
in any school
It may just
teach you to respect the mysteries
dear God
I hope it's harbinging
a brighter destiny

what

2.2751 : 11/13/12 : Softballs

I need some softballs
slow pitches up in there
too tired to swing hard
a pile of stress and fear
I guess I serve myself
pick my path day to day
the saving grace is
there's always more to say

what

2.2750 : 11/12/12 : Circle 'Round the Heart

I circle 'round the heart
wondering if I dare to tap it
thinking of the pile that waits
for this plan if I scrap it
So now what demand some more
I heard there was a promise
I don't know what for
But you've got to put
Your heart in it
Tonight you'll dream
just how you'll start in it

what

2.2749 : 11/11/12 : Rosetta

I can't speak the language
though it is so common
this is not the rosetta
of the Ankh or Aman
There's no translation across
all these channels
the triptych works
but there's no translating the panels
I guess we'll have to
stay curious about it
But you know I understand
Why you were
furious about it

what

2.2748 : 11/10/12 : Damietta

I had trouble in getting to Damietta
the years I dreamed and so little got better
the journey north its thousand tales
You know the end I sought beyond a thousand veils
Everybody took to me like Lawrence of Arabia
So wise and sensitive
I seemed a sage or maybe a
harbinger, an omen an idol
in Damietta in the time of my revival

what

2.2747 : 11/09/12 : I'm Done

I threw my dice into the river
ah whoops that didn't deliver
was never great with metaphor
Especially ones about Roman war
If you think it's been real
if you think it's been fun
maybe you should try it out
for a couple of years: I'm done
Hell I don't know what I'll talk about next
anything but ambition or circular text
As long as it can carry about five years
by then I swear every account will be out of arrears
by then I swear
I'll find out how to find out
by then I know
I'll really clean my mind out
but today baby
I ain't the one
and the reason I know
is because I'm done

what

2.2746 : 11/08/12 : Idea

What came across like
such a straight idea
all light in the darkness
all truth will free ya
Such a bit of nothing
five minute's action
turned out so much work
and where's the satisfaction
I said: Idea
when you turned so wrong
another and another and another song
when I thought I had the number
of all you fools
world grew so many moving parts
all with so few rules
not much revision
in the premise as conceived
and if I turn it over
would I be relieved
Say I'm taking my idea
and I'm going home
but it sticks like a shadow
wherever I may roam

what

2.2745 : 11/07/12 : Other Game

Am I asking the right questions
am I on the right side
Am I foolishly spectating as
ill suited entropies elide
the feeling I can't shake
has two faces like a coin
bound always together but
the two can never truly join
But I see myself neither elevated
ranked in any great race
nor dragged int the heavy depths
having lost all worth and face
the answer's not somewhere between
it's some whole other game
Just need to learn the rules and
find the court and hand the judge my name

what

2.2744 : 11/06/12 : Horse Race

Screw 'em I'm not going
to watch the so-called
horse race
leave it up to
that one and
old what's-his-face
not going to get
anxious
and bite my nails
let the rest of
you all fools
chase your tails
drum up a little
light and
innocuous fare
pretend for a night
the horse race
just isn't there

what

2.2743 : 11/05/12 : In the Interest

In the interest of change
Throw a little strange
on the dice
all in the wrist
doesn't that feel nice

what

2.2742 : 11/04/12 : Sign Off

Before I get too used
to the change in time
I'm going to sign one off
with a played out rhyme
that road I've been down
a thousand times before
and I stay and wait and wonder
if you've got anything more

what

2.2741 : 11/03/12 : Pity

I want your pity
what's that say about me
I want to spit it
back at you and be free
all I wanted
was one last big score
You know at just a taste
you'd see me back for more
Oh it's a pity
but I'm stepping on this
doing nothing right right now
sounds just like bliss
I bet I lost you all
by now huh didn't I
pity as just now I bid
you look within my...

what

2.2740 : 11/02/12 : Beg

Do I have to beg
for freedom from dreams
and will it matter
even if I do
Should I just fake it
make what is from what seems
And who should I ask
then if not you
who would start listening
at this far point
try to make sense
of this continuous catalog
Even I just want
to quit this joint
revert the whole lot back to analog

what

2.2739 : 11/01/12 : Feeling It

I'm feeling it the dagger before me
Oh it's real sweet dreams
no more for you to ignore me
Time to put away all childish things
a dagger of the mind
and the release it brings
And the bloody business
will be done before noon
the final execution of self concept
and burn down this sad cartoon

what

2.2738 : 10/31/12 : Masks

I used to think I
understood the masks
knew the real underneath
their purpose and their tasks
turns out there's no
onion underneath the skin
it's masks all the way down
nowhere to end or begin
don't know who's saying it
don't know who says anything
guess it's saying there's no who
just masks and wandering
you'd think that it would let me
off the hook at long last
guest I can't see past it either
despite all illusions past

what

2.2737 : 10/30/12 : Reflect

How will I let go
how will I rest
is this just checking boxes
did I fail a test
Is there a new approach
anything to expect
will I recall a bit of it
with just this record to reflect

what

2.2736 : 10/29/12 : Elusive

Talk is cheap
and real change is elusive
despite my aspirations
to be bitter and reclusive
they just keep calling
me to serve again
and destiny just keeps
swerving when
I try to get a bead
succumb to a dull inevitable
So I served the stable
now I get to inherit the bull
no labors of mythology
to layout the elusive way
stuck mucking out my own mess
waiting for something to form my clay

what

2.2735 : 10/28/12 : Interesting

What's interesting?
snails and stones
the patterns water makes
the patterns water makes
brass and bones
no money in it
so sick of that consideration
what's not interesting
the business of this busy nation
process manager
procedures analyst
momma told me
someday I'd get the gist
you've got to
hold on to what's interesting
when the tide pours in
and I'm holding on with both hands
despite the shape I'm in

what

2.2734 : 10/27/12 : Haven't Got

I heard your song you wrote
and I liked it a lot
It reminded me of tons of stuff
I simply haven't got
The totally sweet bridge
and the rising action
all that keeps me going lately's
not to give the devil the satisfaction
cross my fingers say I'm fine
how much longer can I fake this line
give me a bottle of the hard stuff and a match
to hell with this
I'm burning down this patch
You can't make a change
with what you haven't got
I guess I'll push that pen
into another spot

what

2.2733 : 10/26/12 : Conversation

Imagine conversation
with the great but complicated man
tell him I'm a partisan
tell him I'm a fan
talk about the bible
the election
Where we grew up
talk about relentless time
and how it tends
to chew up
the imagined conversations
and trips
we only dream
something's got to give
I've got to step
across this stream
And he's got no
advice for me
I've not already read
And there's no more time
for making conversation
in my head

what

2.2732 : 10/25/12 : Willing

The spirit is willing
the flesh is also willing
and when I crack the formula
I'm going to make a killing
I'm so certain it's my destiny
to be every bit of that
and if fate won't cooperate
I'll take her to the mat
When I asked her if she would
She said that she was willing
not fate, mere mortal troth
but to me it was more thrilling
and maybe it's the only magic
the only destiny
I'm willing to work with that
if only it will work with me

what

2.2731 : 10/24/12 : Maybe

One stumbling brief maybe
after the next
the devil asks him
what he expects
he says you haven't
signed it yet you know
I do and so
now you go

what

2.2730 : 10/23/12 : Begun

So many days
I dreamed that he would come
the one
and then the thing would be begun
Given to believe
that my unreadiness was all
to blame
and now let's play the "what exists" game
what if it started
15 thousand days along
all gone
and just keeps rolling on
What if there's no answer
but shut up, head down
the sequel may astound
If I were you baby I'd stick around

what

2.2729 : 10/22/12 : Of Good and Evil

Of good and evil
recent days taught me a lot
but the cost of that great knowledge
is both heavy and hot
You can't just get around
disliking your own self so much
I used to slide around the sticking point
but these days I've lost my touch
maybe we all just
go along and each day grimmer
as we get to know the human race
its prospects just seem dimmer
as we get to know ourselves
good and evil seem like luck
the chance of birth of circumstances
chance you had the time to duck

what

2.2728 : 10/21/12 : Battery

I recollected the battery
because of pain
that unjustly fell upon me
I didn't expect it
but who does?
It wasn't unbearable
until it was
I don't know if I'd manage
to activate it
It causes hope
therefore I hate it
and I can't say
that it will change a thing
it might but it's an answer
only time will bring

what

2.2727 : 10/20/12 : Work It

The only kind of magic that's real
And I was a master once
just how did I feel
It doesn't leave a lot behind
And like everything else
it's all in the mind
If I don't break this
latest spell
I don't know what's next
but it won't be pretty
And I keep going back
to the well
How can I still feel vexed
by a substandard ditty
no more getting out
of my head anymore
no more to work it work it
I wrap the cord around
once twice tight
brace my feet and jerk it

what

2.2726 : 10/19/12 : The Other Thing

The other thing I thought of
was too sad to say
So hey, today,
another: come what may
so hey today
pardon my fray
the other thing I thought
was too hard on me
it's not a crime to be lost
or to want to be free
And if there are many
with a better claim on misery
Well it's not a contest
and we're on the same side you see

what

2.2725 : 10/18/12 : Gems

Moments shine out
like unstrung gems
no story at all
no shortage of problems
it'll all be a wash
in a thousand years
but still I've got to deal
with all these nows and heres
Now my gems look shabby
chipped colored glass
If I really had my druthers
give it all a pass
but I must keep mining
This played out claim
pray there's still a few surprises
left in the long game

what

2.2724 : 10/17/12 : Sell Out

If they offered me a paycheck
and a slot to tuck in
I'd sell out this mess so fast
your little head would spin
but there is no they
and nobody is buying
So it's back to the blank sheet
as it seems I'm far from dying
What a miserable topic
You must be so bored
as I struggle to embrace
what I claimed I once abhorred
we who never truly hungered
never truly faced the street
will sell out industry's last dregs
as we drag and drag our feet

what

2.2723 : 10/16/12 : Pile

Pinches or shovels
all add to the pile
but the critical mass
eludes all the while
if only I could
expunge this spark
I could call the pile enough
and eject hope for a lark

what

2.2722 : 10/15/12 : Obscure

The hole is everywhere
and what's the use
what's the point of pretending
What's my excuse
Anger, hunger
envy and lust
up to four already
fucken crazy or bust
this is your brain on
heavy doses
of realism framed
in the usual psychoses
not enough hours
not even making the polls
obscure to vanishing
and obsessed with the holes

what

2.2721 : 10/14/12 : Million

They laugh at me
thinking so small
only a million
you don't get it at all
just want to be great
at something hard
something uncommon
here's my card
like I could ever be
the next million seller
don't even have a rudder
or a damn propeller
try to get personal
Cook it down to one
hope I get enough time
hope sometimes it's fun

what

2.2720 : 10/13/12 : Twisted Wood

I close my eyes and all I see
is twisted wood
what does it mean you ask
I shrug in my black hood
who can search out the meaning
of the metaphors
that condense on the portholes
of perception's pressure doors
I had a dream I was
back in the old shop
Where I used to cook up beats
and engineer the drop
and oh man that brew
felt just like twisted wood
Still stumped me but back then
mystery still felt good

what

2.2719 : 10/12/12 : Phone

If I only want to
phone it in
should I wait a little longer
it begin?
Heaven knows I can
fake it up
but I can't escape the fear
I'll have to make it up
someday
Too samey samey
too long long long
too late I stuck it
in another song
Too late to worry
about solipsism
Everybody may
already be way past
post-ism

what

2.2718 : 10/11/12 : Material

Maybe the good just runs out
You ever thought about it?
The hole will take us all out
But guess who takes the first hit?
Your phone will not deliver
Cause you can't eat the ethereal
And I'd love to make anything
But I cannot stand the new material
What am I supposed to cut out of this black cloth?
How do I fly from the flame like an anti-moth
I never signed on
for a course in dystopia
but we're all getting one anyway
guess you'd call that entropy huh?
In my darkest mind
the streamers of black
wind up every jot and dittle
lash it all to the rack
pull every particle to pieces
in my fantasy imperial
Start from scratch with a batch
of the new material

what

2.2717 : 10/10/12 : Tentacles

Make it about tentacles
and zombies and cupcakes
and fixies
I'll bend it like Beckham
and woo like
the Pixies
I want to be so dated
before the ink dries
what else what else
it's so cute how he tries
always lose my stomach
less than halfway in
you can't always
bull through every
thing you begin
still like the tentacles
they'll stay in the show
as to the rest
guess I'll just go with the flow

what

2.2716 : 10/09/12 : Encore

And for my encore
allow me to say
I stopped short at almost
giving up on everything again today
It wasn't impressive
thanking God it's not all worse isn't a strategy
I'll blame the world for fifteen thousand days
but the rest are all on me

what

2.2715 : 10/08/12 : Extremity

These everyday extremities
embarrassing to protest
I'm so nobody special
I'm so just like the rest
but though it is a poor excuse
I'll take it and I'll bolt
another day like always
stage another dull revolt

what

2.2714 : 10/07/12 : Narrower

Maybe it's really all getting narrower
Maybe I'm finding time is the harrower
Maybe life really has no narrative
And I've cashed in my last imperative
the grass was always greener
in the past
And feeling like my own future's
Outcast
It's just another gloomy phase
maybe true
Feels and works out the same
So hell with you

what

2.2713 : 10/06/12 : No Pattern

Stare at the page
try to crack a code
night after night
it sure gets old
maybe it's nonsense
no pattern beneath
nothing you could carry back
or sink in with your teeth
the same gets samier
a brutal tell
and still I'll wave that motherfucker
ring it like a bell

what

2.2712 : 10/05/12 : Buy My Way Out of This Hole

I've got to buy my way
out of this hole
and I'll pay any toll
In any coin on any day
This is the first installment
a ticket for one night
all ghouls depart my sight
As I prepare to break the enthrallment

what

2.2711 : 10/04/12 : Flight Risk

Am I a flight risk
I think not
not sure exactly why
It's not the kink I've got
I don't dream of freedom
I did my time alone
but I must dream of something
It pains my crooked bone
Could we all run away
take all our problems along
take the debt take the jobs
this ancient curse of song
I don't know if I'm persistent
or deep in the rut
and I don't have a flight plan
no this is anything but

what

2.2710 : 10/03/12 : Fantasy World

So I guess
this is goodbye
fantasy world
how my blood boiled
oh how my toes curled
probably another
cheap scared
laugh in the dark
but there's no more slack
and this ain't
no dream park

what

2.2709 : 10/02/12 : Magic Box

Excuse my quiet voice I'm embarrassed
excuse me staring at my feet
I struggled through a tangled mess to get here
and seeing you my shame is made complete
just let it tumble out I want the magic box again
my efforts to run solo are all mired in molasses
I need a straight up miracle the real childish stuff
that never would get whispered of among the better classes
Excuse my crudeness I'm dull slob
My lack of grace but time is getting dire
My mundane box is only full of scraps of paper
and every slip is begging for the fire
and you of anyone should know how badly I need it
of anyone should know just how the seed was sown
Do I have to mention just exactly whose responsibility
put it in me and how it's grown and grown and grown

what

2.2708 : 10/01/12 : Numbers

Rather than allow dreams in
I run the stupid numbers
And try to figure out the route
run by this ship of bumblers
I haven't got anything else
my bag of tricks is empty
I'm down to my last sleight of hand
Vanish the coin he lent me
There's no escape from the numbers
the numbers never sleep
I wake up every morning to
more numbers in a heap
after another day
of pushing them around
I haven't got a drop left in me
Collapse onto the ground

what

2.2707 : 9/30/12 : Clever

Give be a big fat black marker
I've had enough of going dark to darker
I've had enough of being oh so serious
Ready to blow off the fog of the furious
     You could be oh so clever for sure
     and maybe end up as the jerk de jour
     but I am ready to try oh so nice
     I'll never break through well it's no big price
     I'm sick and tired of the clever smack
     And if I feel like no one's got my back
     It's an illusion and I know it's so
     Why not hum a little nice so la ti do
Give me a shredder tear the pages out
Want to be happy who care's what it's all about
want to be busy no time to think
about who the I thought I was or why the options stink
There I go again it's hard to change
Have to accept I may have found my range
Well nobody dies from keeping on trying
At least all the bustle will drown my sighing

what

2.2706 : 9/29/12 : Required

It was my choice
to be required
who knows what
tangled strand
inspired
I can swivel
if I wish
it will not help
this little fish
I do a mediocre job
better than none
and who else volunteers
not anyone
if I could be content
to merely be required
If I could struggle from
this dismal place I'm mired

what

2.2705 : 9/28/12 : Hoarders

Stock piles of batteries and gold
no damn trees
and you can't burn those when you're cold
the hoarders are in charge these days
and the wicked world
reflects their ways
the world was a cornucopia
of delights
self regulating
ocean depths to majestic heights
but the hoarders want
to sew it all up
for a sense of security
false cure for the half filled cup
I'm done buying in
to the dismal myth of scarcity
I'm not going to try
to drag half the world along with me
immediately
I'm smashing into the hoard
I'll get real wild on you
well at least I won't be bored

what

2.2704 : 9/27/12 : Backwards

Do things backwards for a change
see if the change up feels strange
what is hope when it's reversed
how is the relife uncursed
from general to specific
from terrible to terrific
Can't actually tell anything I bet
oh I'll find that formula yet

what

2.2703 : 9/26/12 : Stuck

Imagine totally free
some undulating creature in the sea
change its stripes
change its spots
do you like to recognize patterns
I've got lots
flowing like a flowing analogy
the river of cliché
into the story sea
and the freedom cuttlefish
that floats inside
I just finally figured out
how I got took for this ride
circling the circling
metaphor
El oh el I stepped
through the möbius door
tried hard to make it
about something outside and true
but I'm stuck in this damn room
so why the hell not you

what

2.2702 : 9/25/12 : Trash

Nothing to do
but take out the trash
bite into anything at all
and just thrash
hope it's a doldrums
not the crushing end
string about a thousand words
along and hit send

what

2.2701 : 9/24/12 : Times Like This

Times like this I really wish
the brain was as wired different somehow
I'd like to paint a picture
but it seems I don't know how
Don't know how to do anything
but dance around the words
couldn't you just scramble it all
send me out with the herds
Times like this exit the fugue
familiar walls familiar weight
Easy enough to string along
a meager meal of words on the dainty plate
No longer seems much better than nothing
and sure as hell it's not enough
and you just keep slinging pinpricks
Times like this I better come back hard and rough

what

2.2700 : 9/23/12 : Left of Me

First did I want to be important
First did I want to be good
How did I think of what I ought
And is that the same as should
I listen to my betters
even as I do my worst
And when I try not to do
It bears down just like a thirst
And if I stopped asking, grasping
What on earth would I be
Put away so many things
So what is left of me:
a vicious tongue
turned inside out
so every lash
I get a clout
worries borrowed
begged and stolen
a life that feels
like a semicolon

what

2.2699 : 9/22/12 : Work

Work work only want the work
what a jerk only want to shirk
Is it the work or is the fault mine
Did opportunity offer
did I decline
do I simply not work hard enough
did I shirk and slack and slough
Should I say tomorrow I'll be better
Should I write it to myself in a letter

what

2.2698 : 9/21/12 : Sick Persecution

Sick persecution fantasy
Be gone away with thee
Get to the back lord Satan
Gosh why must you be hating
I only want to sing and dream
you seem to want to see me scream
I only want a thousand superfans
I'm down from a million
Such humble plans

what

2.2697 : 9/20/12 : No Lesson

No lesson learned
no even worse burned
old responses insufficient
but at least all still efficient
let go the mob
cast free into the ebb and throb
making a go pray on easy rest
the first five minutes really is a test

what

2.2696 : 9/19/12 : Rough

Rough days
and no use protesting
I didn't ask for
those problems a' nesting
I can knock out one
at least and then retire
just for the night
you understand
then back into the fire

what

2.2695 : 9/18/12 : Hamsters

Hamsters got bigger
wheels than this
money fear of sickness
the elusive search for bliss
fear of evil fear of want and war
Is that all it's really for?
How much can get filed
under the end of everything
used to be at least
when I was dead I could stop stressing
not anymore
my obligations are immortal
and require insurance
even past the doomsday portal
at some point you just stop caring
for your far flung progeny
don't know if that's pragmatic
or reveals misanthropy
like hamsters in a warren
that just stretches on and on
fair enough it's not like they
will care about me when I'm gone

what

2.2694 : 9/17/12 : Imaginary

Far and far gone in
imaginary conversations
fretting did I step too far
reveal private intimations
frankly I was led astray
by the cut of the blouse
oh what a plaster saint
oh what a louse
I'm only human then
I bleed when I'm cut
I get my hackles up
I mutter huh and what
not happy with the hole
imaginary soup to nuts
but what I have to work with's
all I have to fight these ruts

what

2.2693 : 9/16/12 : Forget

If I could oh
really forget myself and tomorrow
What a proof against
a world of sorrow
I said I'd do it
this very day
isn't what I always say
why the looking in
What am I seeking
why looking ahead
I can't shake this sneaking
feeling it all comes to fear
and lashing out at ghosts
to forget the only antidote
ironic what I fear the most

what

2.2692 : 9/15/12 : Choices

Can't think of nothing
but the choices
that make me sick
and only salesmen
want to know what makes me tick
to think there was a time
I thought I should
hear all the voices
now it's so clear
it was always all about choices
and I'm wrecked
weary from choices I made
didn't seem much at the time
well that's how the piper
gets paid
and I will choose to
go out with that
not very tidy
but that choice is old hat

what

2.2691 : 9/14/12 : Autonomy

Oh heavens will I dare
to point my finger
The question's in the air
unspoken accusations linger
of the matter of autonomy
and it's nothing that you said to me
but the way that
certain things were written
and I guess you thought
You knew that I was smitten
well it was something but not quite that, dear
and anyway I heard your signals loud & clear
But that aside
I have to say
that I never did stand
in the light of your own way
and if I demure
that each thing will be fine
well it's just that you have your way
and I have mine

what

2.2690 : 9/13/12 : Proscribed

With the crackling probe of light
imagination described
I test each inch of the perimeter
by which I am proscribed
I droned so very long
about the state of limitation
then the moment that I
came to terms with my situation
All things are proscribed
freedom requires it
either that or mere explosion
and hell we're smoking in the pyre's pit
So it is my will no other
that put the locks upon the gates
I see him standing at the open door
and still he hesitates

what

2.2689 : 9/12/12 : Battle

I get the battle for
the center self
open hearted
unarmored
awake: how
it all started
but still
why must we
battle so
and don't these
cages
rattle though?
I keep on getting
up and
fighting on
but it doesn't feel
like victory
or like I'm writing wrong

what

2.2688 : 9/11/12 : Crowd

Asked the crowd
and the crowd shrugged,
maybe
Isn't how I thought
it would
turn out baby
they were right
about one thing
it isn't an end
but something else beginning

what

2.2687 : 9/10/12 : Explain Belief

Why in the world
try to explain belief
rhetoric will steal away
your answer like a thief
No one wants to understand
they just want to critique
why try to bust through that brick wall
why bust up the mystique
If I'm not trying to proselytize
I'm I'm not trying to preach
If I foresee a clear or clever
answer's right out of my reach
Why in the world explain belief
maybe just want to talk
maybe want to think of Dad
try to understand his walk

what

2.2686 : 9/9/12 : Real Attentive

What kind of life and wherever should I live
Things that were taken, things I give
I searched till dawn, face pale and drawn
Trying to reveal the real alternative
Nor just another tale of the seeking
Nor a complaint, at these crumbs I'm eking
no not a word, a voice I've never heard
not of the real alternatives speaking
And how I dreamed I saw its holy face
Heard its bell, and knew its dwelling place
walked in its land, It came out to my hand
Oh how I dreamed I'd carried through my race
What kind of life, wherever should I live
Things that were taken, things I give
And I search still, and say I never will
And still pine for the real alternative

what

2.2685 : 9/8/12 : Any Work Will Do

It cannot be that any
work will do
surely the shovel
digs me no closer to you
It cannot be
but I don't know how to choose
When I feel no matter
what I ever do I lose
It must be wrong
It must be all on me
Some stark command
that I refuse to see
and is that just my
brutal superstitious mind
a useless faith that
is both dumb and blind
nothing but killing time
and getting through
If so I guess that
any work will do

what

2.2684 : 9/7/12 : Protocol

I forgot the protocol
I don't have any time at all
and if it worked I
wouldn't be in this mess anyway
I know I lost it throwing dice
I lost it once I lost it twice
all that long dry time
I should have been making hay
gosh my head hurts gosh it's late
almost back to square one so great
thank goodness no the day
doesn't apply to my kind
try not to see the news
never to express any views
now if I could just likewise
disconnect my mind

what

2.2683 : 9/6/12 : What I Pine For

Why can't I get behind
the comfort the relief
of unexamined faith
of purely blind belief
my brainy version's
never going to catch on
ever present doubts
scabs for the mind
to scratch on
Whatever could qualify
as a real turning point
Some twisting in my heart
Some pressure in my joint
Some outside circumstance
in secret what I pine for
wishing to believe in purpose
if faith for what mine's for

what

2.2682 : 9/5/12 : Someone Good

Someone good
like my man said
reaping what I sow
and I guess until I'm dead
I'll have to try to make bread
from that dubious seed
please don't snuff my smoking wick
or break off my battered reed

what

2.2681 : 9/4/12 : Correct

Neither upright nor correct
no doubt how the turning point gets wrecked
back to lurking fearing doom
more minutes I stay in this room
more days thy foe squats in the wild
come listen to his tale my child
the rebel, the unseemly eel
that lurked and gave us such a feel
no this is not correct I think
he fooled someone with magic drink
perhaps it was a slice of pie
I look but can't quite see the lie
but anyway it's we're bad
and always feel at being glad
but cheer up there's another tale
a correct word a way from fail
the tale of the gathered light
I'll tell to you another night

what

2.2680 : 9/3/12 : Labor

Speak of labor, toil under the sun
did I slack off opportunity
thinking I was just the one
No matter how I sift through
every choice with such a tiny comb
I cannot find another path
that doesn't, too, blow up my home
ready for labor
or I say I am
just confused
helpless little lamb
just worn out
such a trying day
just working up the courage
or so I say oh so I say
speak of labor, shut up and do
What else can I hope
but something turns up true
Because I've never understood
the trick of knowing how
to tease the devil from the details
to set down then and get with now

what

2.2679 : 9/2/12 : Thoughts of Thoughts

Instead of thinking of
the thoughts of thoughts
trying to non-ado
the fresh onslaughts
I'm going to drift and dally
I'll dust your dish up pally
apply a little of the
universal solvent of let be
and trust this little reed boat
to the living stream of melody

what

2.2678 : 9/1/12 : The Hell

No matter how sweet I tune
that bell
it's the same strike
the same what the hell
find a different explanation
for the general strike
no better off
all days alike
all songs alike
a horrid tale
a no account bum
called Ishmael
who couldn't find the hours
to hit the heights
and here I am again
God I hate these nights

what