To falsify time
Where bad movies are good
Shot with the same enthusiasm
As a masterpiece
Or maybe just a hope
That one day
Time is kind
Grain is dispersed in a beautiful array
Displaying every blossom
Of red blue green
As the centerpiece of eternal spring
A marriage of vertical and horizontal
Leaving nothing to the imagination
Everything off set
Has already been cleaned up
Swept away
With tokens of appreciation
Left on resumes
As credits roll
Careers are born
Peaked
Descended
Ended
A story rarely revisited
Except on cable
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Saturday, September 27, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Hindsight
We still believe
On either side
After a while
There is no argument
That points north
No right or wrong
Just a side
To wobble amongst
A council assembled
Doctors agree
Middle of the road
Always the best
Cause and effect
The scientific methods
Allows us all
The power to fail
Or at least have something
Like a kick in the pants
On an old slapstick silent
All the names changed
To protect the people
That never matter
Unless you meet them
And then really
Only to yourself
On either side
After a while
There is no argument
That points north
No right or wrong
Just a side
To wobble amongst
A council assembled
Doctors agree
Middle of the road
Always the best
Cause and effect
The scientific methods
Allows us all
The power to fail
Or at least have something
Like a kick in the pants
On an old slapstick silent
All the names changed
To protect the people
That never matter
Unless you meet them
And then really
Only to yourself
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
No Joke
Foul Hope
Left dropping the soap
continual slip
continuity flip
Al Roker's daily comment about the silent husband is wearing thin
while he tries to keep it off
keep it up
fuckers
Keep fucking with the status quo
blow holes
Damn dirt dogs
Do I need roller skates?
Can they cruise through muck and shit?
At what point do I just slip?
A conscious choice
to become something you are not
less gatherer
more garnisher
less hunter
more coveter
A lasting impression
and the joke goes...
...I can't remember...
Left dropping the soap
continual slip
continuity flip
Al Roker's daily comment about the silent husband is wearing thin
while he tries to keep it off
keep it up
fuckers
Keep fucking with the status quo
blow holes
Damn dirt dogs
Do I need roller skates?
Can they cruise through muck and shit?
At what point do I just slip?
A conscious choice
to become something you are not
less gatherer
more garnisher
less hunter
more coveter
A lasting impression
and the joke goes...
...I can't remember...
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Funding a War/Finding a Girl
A greedy sickness
Irregular beat beat
Irregular
After so many sprinkles
Cupcakes
Lavatories
Pin pointing
Storming forth with clouds
Dispersed, and looking down
Wanting to appear whole
Calm
Dangerous
Only to be left feeling
Mortal
Tawdry
All in all, it's puppies and little boys
Playing with their pee-pees
Cockie doodie
Oblivious
Behind the curve
Stabled
Managed
And yet, you are not glowing
Red and gold
No Shiva
No Vishnu
Just weathered and skinny
Like a stretched out version of yourself
A lifeboat of yourself
A shelf, protrusion
Rind of yourself
Crystalized; fractals
Showing only the metallic pinks and greens
The oily 60's crushed between a microscope slide and a thin film
That film that keeps replaying
With insurance commercials
Late at night
Only 7.99 per unit
No matter how vegetarian or toxic or abused or deteriorated you are
I don't think I will ever know the story, much less the plot
An interest in science
An interest in things that tick
Things that throb
Things that jump when you touch them
And an interest in power
Invested in your own sacred harvest
Because no one else ever should
Show fragility
Candor
Promise
With daddy in the sky
And mommy somewhere hidden
There are only a few bones left
To crack
Dissolve
Retract
You have most likely figured out the world by now
But would never share it with me
Bloody wet
Deeply punctured
Flawed
Irregular beat beat
Irregular
After so many sprinkles
Cupcakes
Lavatories
Pin pointing
Storming forth with clouds
Dispersed, and looking down
Wanting to appear whole
Calm
Dangerous
Only to be left feeling
Mortal
Tawdry
All in all, it's puppies and little boys
Playing with their pee-pees
Cockie doodie
Oblivious
Behind the curve
Stabled
Managed
And yet, you are not glowing
Red and gold
No Shiva
No Vishnu
Just weathered and skinny
Like a stretched out version of yourself
A lifeboat of yourself
A shelf, protrusion
Rind of yourself
Crystalized; fractals
Showing only the metallic pinks and greens
The oily 60's crushed between a microscope slide and a thin film
That film that keeps replaying
With insurance commercials
Late at night
Only 7.99 per unit
No matter how vegetarian or toxic or abused or deteriorated you are
I don't think I will ever know the story, much less the plot
An interest in science
An interest in things that tick
Things that throb
Things that jump when you touch them
And an interest in power
Invested in your own sacred harvest
Because no one else ever should
Show fragility
Candor
Promise
With daddy in the sky
And mommy somewhere hidden
There are only a few bones left
To crack
Dissolve
Retract
You have most likely figured out the world by now
But would never share it with me
Bloody wet
Deeply punctured
Flawed
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