2.3185 : 1/21/14 : Clay

Where will I find

the craft that suits my hand

What is the nature

of my clay

I've turned this wheel

a thousand thousand times

and watched each turning

spin away

maybe some are

meant for nothing

scratch the earth

get by get by

This shapeless clay

pressed in my fingers

forever aimless

maybe toll I die

what

2.3184 : 1/20/14 : What Kind

The irony and my story

the 19 year old mind

thinking it has such developed

notions of what kind

It's not regret, second guessing

still self awareness is a mixed blessing

double it, it feels like

It could be critical hit

losing steps right and left

chancing the pendulum pit

these days doom feels imminent

feel dead old; need black tea and liniment

What kind will they say

When I'm the daisy pushing type

Will anyone even remember the hype?

what

2.3183 : 1/19/14 : SAP

Boy hell this world's adept

at ripping off saps

As for me I've had my fill

of gumption traps

I'm getting ruthless

turn real hard

you'll never see

such a stone cold bard

I used to care about

the world so much

my aspiration now is

to get well out of touch

sap no longer

mean as hell

and here you thought that

you knew me so well

dragging myself up and out

by my bootstraps

and a bucket under every tree

collecting sap

what

2.3182 : 1/18/14 : Taboo

the only thing on

my mind tonight

hush

it's taboo

Nothing racy, mind

nothing perverse

yeah like you're thinking

sure I know you

but I'm adamant

so don't wait

you're hearing all I got

it's a ridiculous

way around a small pond

you might think I'm joking

I'm not

what

2.3181 : 1/17/14 : Prestige

Try to finish everything

before I start anything

kid you're crazy

you're a dingaling

Oh my God friend

no kid I

and I may be crazy

but I got an alibi

for my whereabouts

When they pulled off the heist

When the powers that be

substituted our zeitgeist

for a show of trying

to squeeze blood from a stone

gold's flowing but these days

for the few alone

I know I wear every aspect

of privilege and prestige

but you'll find me at the last

on the same side of the siege

what

2.3180 : 1/16/14 : Books are Freedom

Books are freedom

Words are freedom

You've got to seed them

you've got to feed them

they eat space true

soak up time too

but let this face you

the truth will chime through

get me a stack this second

a shelf hell a rack I reckon

and oh when a book does beckon

and oh when a hard read whips a wreck on

what

2.3179 : 1/15/14 : Legs

I don't know what exists

I'm no blasphemer

I believe when I know for sure

You'll bring down the hammer

maybe vice versa

huh chickens and eggs

Good god son

I think this thing's got legs

Strap on an engine

Strap on wings

I heard you were crazy

for all new and shiny things

I'm not getting around

to any clearer vista

am I? Oh well, guess

and ambiguationista

what

2.3178 : 1/14/14 : Experiment in Review

Where can we expect to

wind up

if we don't try

different things?

Roll on

O Experiment

Humanity keep

grabbing for those rings

But don't forget

After every hopeful trial

We must hold

Each experiment

in review a while

we like to argue

and guess at all the

possible

outcomes

We don't care for

rigor

or follow up

long as the news cycle hums

Leave it to the

professionals

they tell me but

I am a scientist

a dilletante

an amateur for sure

but as you know

I do persist

what

2.3177 : 1/13/14 : Dreamers

Realities march

two by two

distracting all the dreamers

If I were only

stronger

if these nightmares

weren't such screamers

this is no

holy crusade

I'm no revolutionary

but it keeps me

busy

and it beats being

stationary

what

2.3176 : 1/12/14 : A Veil

At the onset of insight

a veil descends

was it an intervention

well

it depends

it didn't seem there was

all that much more

to be said

and I'll be an optimist

and count myself ahead

what

2.3175 : 1/11/14 : Closed Doors

What would this world be

without closed doors?

A million jobs

a million paramours

without editors

without frames

I guess I just thought

I'd be better at these games

I guess I just thought

there's be more middle ground

convinced my fates

and muses would come around

I used to think

new doors would keep opening

a little voice tells me

it's no such thing

it draws my mind

to the door that shuts once and all

no second chance

no final curtain call

but every next day

is a door of sorts

the only way to

the King of doors' courts

and on this sire's pleasure

I must wait

and as the next door opens

not hesitate

what

2.3174 : 1/10/14 : Shorts

Do I have a moment?

These shorts are killing me

Soon burst in the art cops

They'll sure be grilling me

It's just I've been struggling -

If you heard my deck of woe

Everything I'm juggling

No excuse for dreck here though

what

2.3173 : 1/09/14 : Wind Down

The wind down

left me feeling dumb as dirt

maybe I'd see something

maybe I'd lose my shirt

But I decided I would take a look

and and have my say

and stay right here in today

what

2.3172 : 1/08/14 : What Gave

What gave?

if I could fly through time

circle my singularity

as neatly as a dime

I said oh something's gotta

how I'd love to know what might

but I won't figure it out

well not tonight

what

2.3171 : 1/07/14 : Christ Usurp the Thorn

Christ usurp the thorn in me

return me to the joy that's free

When you're sufficient over all

it's then I hear your highest call

I'm weak and lost inside of pain

restore me to your way again

peace and perspective, simple joy

the sting of every thorn destroy

bid me be thankful, honest, just

Give me to thoughtfulness and trust

true freedom's your sufficiency

and peace surround this thorn in me

what

2.3170 : 1/06/14 : Hunger

Can't whine about the hunger

all self-imposed

explaining cold to those

so terribly exposed

yet it creeps through all

and drifts from every pore

and there's even a strange beast within

Who hisses more and more

what

2.3169 : 1/05/14 : Worm Without End

Same as it ever was

worm without end

one day will make an end of me

and then what worms to send?

When in disgrace with fortune

and can't get social hits

I wonder at the portion

that the worm gets

God where's a next sign

I am a worm and no man

only one exit and

I must avoid it if I can

I've got promises to keep

and responsibilities

So if you'd just dial back a bit

illuminate my abilities

If you'd just this once

give me a leg up on the worm

but I begin to think

you just delight to see me squirm

what

2.3168 : 1/04/14 : Tower

I set myself up

on a tower of reproach

my anger at a lifetime

of flying coach

these aspirations

I can't justify

this meaty beam

all up in my eye

So I lack humility

a sense of scale

So I'm not a stoic

yet I lack the will to wail

hell if you could hold a prince up

on that pretty hair

you'd think a smart boy

could let himself down from there

(Tower of Reproach: 2)

what

2.3167 : 1/03/14 : Expiration

What's the opposite

of inspiration

expiration

Sure I shoot

above my station

get me on the script team

for the rendezvous

let me tell

the tale for you

and these parts don't fit

but give me time

I'll put it all up

on your dime

what

2.3166 : 1/02/14 : Sign

Sign of the cross

I've got the sign of the pen

maybe everything that could be

must eventually happen

I don't even know

if that's horror or glory

So what in hell

could possibly wind up this story

the worm is strong in me

it turns and turns

these days they praise disruption

but all whistle when it burns

signs of the times they say

no signal for a halt

the way all things just have to go

and surely no one's fault

what