a way aways
part iii dedicated
to kali to kila
to february 12, 2013 = 11
She takes
yer rules-of-road
yer mandates federal
yer ideas of fair
yer fears...
she licks them speechless
swallowed
the music-the man-the mainstream
swallowed
the line-the linear-the madmadlineage
swallowed
the age-of-fadness' rivercesspoolz
fell
into her wake
deconditioned
decommissioned
transmissions.....
swallowed
into her lake like history
that which B
swallowed by
the sea
this sucker she
will make you her bitch
and liquefy all the earth
around us
you and me both
this fucker
will have us
suck fumes
FUCK - uuuuuuumes
she whines
ignited
turned over
her oilpans full with
blackblood, she
unassumes
like
no one
never knew
but, i think,
strange to say
she loves somehow
through cold rain of
insect-stung steel
cause
that was back then
wasn't that?
cause now
she is all
opened up
on open road...
carrying my needy ass again
she sounds
like a ten
out of ten
and she carries
me and mine and
our kid
eyes full moon
our kid
what me made
we made
she marries
our nineteen eighty
static images
small town to suburban
to urban...
she crosses
the many states
of miss america...
compelling
telling
turning
toward all
our consciousness...
always
a great distance
incomparable
like steel
and flesh
a safe way aways
sending up steam
behind lawn-hose-sprays
ribbons of rainbow
summer hydrant
waters
in our war against
the roads we travel
residuals
washed off her
then quiet dripping
in the garage
we leave her
safely kept
a safe distance
while we send up steam
beneath showerheads
in our home...
safely kept
steady-dripping
the day's residue
toward the drains
a way
aways
leaves us
-fin-
Showing posts with label amnesty vulnerability. Show all posts
Showing posts with label amnesty vulnerability. Show all posts
Monday, 25 February 2013
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
what way might we carry ourselves?....possessed? styled?
today i hope the earth dont quake under your foot, and if it do... i hope u know what to do. the gratitude comes pourin out of every crack, every pore, when you realize what you have, well, so many multitudes lack. all this leisurely strolling through the web pages through the modern age. survivin quite calmly on what inside the big country is still called an honest fair wage.
ya, today i hope the rain hits you nice and soft like, each teardrop crackin like an egg and rolling down your curves, girl. caught in the cage of your ribs, guy. cause anything will do to awaken us today. i can always wake up a little bit more, you know, and it comes through the not so sunshine like comfort, not so easy like walking instead of driving -- but really, is it all that hard? and it wakes ya! i swear! rolling out of bed and out the front door before the sun has even arisen, shut in place, the front door.
and this is the way. this is the way i want it all. gotta make my oatmeal the old-fashioned way today, ya, real oats nothing prepackaged. its just that easy. walk to work instead of drive. rain? hell! i will still arrive. maybe a shiver in a bone, but a spright in the step. believe me i havent even half begun just yet! later we gonna make a kite out of sticks and throw away sheets, no scissors just knives to cut out the sail, hell, better yet -- use teeth!
come on, wheres the wild in us gone? into the cracks of potholed urban dawn? awaken like a vampire, get out of the yawn thats captured your heart! turn the crank with your arms, its a manual start. the automatic has developed an affliction, some static, cant rely on shit no more, im sorry, life thats promised now cease to be a bore. you know the way is simple mind over matter. one more stick of butter will only make you fatter. take your carnal desire and throw it in the fire, let it burn itself away, now down on your knees to pray, thats right. cause what you need is some TCL, tender care & love. to hold one anothers hands in the cold, well, try taking off the gloves.
yeah, see i could fight for the harder life. in the easy sway of american afternoon. you'd be whistlin dixie, i am howling at the moon. not wailing but wild. not fully grown, not a child. i dont know, you carry yourself one way, i am otherwise styled. self-assured and quite possessed. like the baby bird throws herself over edge of nest. this is how you can have it. courage over fear, eggs on the grill, pan-seared. or you can still wait in the warm spot you got, wait to get nudged to your edge by your dear mama loves you so, knows you better than you yourself know.
well, guess what? caller #5 is gonna survive. thats you kid, hiding out under that oversized lid so long now, the heat you starting to feel it? the earth that quakes all around us now? the water almost boiling, thought it was a hot spring, didn't ya? so did i, until my feet caught fire, too. swimming became my talent. up up up! young men and ladies! bubble on over like the pop-froth of the eighties. your moon boots need no gravity. your crest toothpaste got the anti-cavities. today because you popped in the studio so quick, were gonna serve you up some waffle thick, dripped in butter and syrup the way you like, like, like. now your here and here you have it, AMNESTY! my dear. now come on, now, grab it!
change your mind, let yourself go, keep repeating this mantra: U DONT HAVE 2 KNOW! u dont have 2 know. let all that garbage come up for air, its stale and designed to proliferate fear. no, no, you dont have to let go of the combo to your locker, silly. just let go the idea of keeping everything locked up, compartmentalized, thrown into jail. cause the prison system got so fat the economy looks frail, by comparison. please take your amnesty and we will have nothing between us! i took it before you, please believe me, trust! no it wont feel great, you will be a bit wobbly, vulnerability is the least trafficked lobby, from D.C. to self, the less than one man march, marches over ground zero, in negative degree windchill so cold, so cold, yes, so COLD that...
your eyes and mine open.
ya, today i hope the rain hits you nice and soft like, each teardrop crackin like an egg and rolling down your curves, girl. caught in the cage of your ribs, guy. cause anything will do to awaken us today. i can always wake up a little bit more, you know, and it comes through the not so sunshine like comfort, not so easy like walking instead of driving -- but really, is it all that hard? and it wakes ya! i swear! rolling out of bed and out the front door before the sun has even arisen, shut in place, the front door.
and this is the way. this is the way i want it all. gotta make my oatmeal the old-fashioned way today, ya, real oats nothing prepackaged. its just that easy. walk to work instead of drive. rain? hell! i will still arrive. maybe a shiver in a bone, but a spright in the step. believe me i havent even half begun just yet! later we gonna make a kite out of sticks and throw away sheets, no scissors just knives to cut out the sail, hell, better yet -- use teeth!
come on, wheres the wild in us gone? into the cracks of potholed urban dawn? awaken like a vampire, get out of the yawn thats captured your heart! turn the crank with your arms, its a manual start. the automatic has developed an affliction, some static, cant rely on shit no more, im sorry, life thats promised now cease to be a bore. you know the way is simple mind over matter. one more stick of butter will only make you fatter. take your carnal desire and throw it in the fire, let it burn itself away, now down on your knees to pray, thats right. cause what you need is some TCL, tender care & love. to hold one anothers hands in the cold, well, try taking off the gloves.
yeah, see i could fight for the harder life. in the easy sway of american afternoon. you'd be whistlin dixie, i am howling at the moon. not wailing but wild. not fully grown, not a child. i dont know, you carry yourself one way, i am otherwise styled. self-assured and quite possessed. like the baby bird throws herself over edge of nest. this is how you can have it. courage over fear, eggs on the grill, pan-seared. or you can still wait in the warm spot you got, wait to get nudged to your edge by your dear mama loves you so, knows you better than you yourself know.
well, guess what? caller #5 is gonna survive. thats you kid, hiding out under that oversized lid so long now, the heat you starting to feel it? the earth that quakes all around us now? the water almost boiling, thought it was a hot spring, didn't ya? so did i, until my feet caught fire, too. swimming became my talent. up up up! young men and ladies! bubble on over like the pop-froth of the eighties. your moon boots need no gravity. your crest toothpaste got the anti-cavities. today because you popped in the studio so quick, were gonna serve you up some waffle thick, dripped in butter and syrup the way you like, like, like. now your here and here you have it, AMNESTY! my dear. now come on, now, grab it!
change your mind, let yourself go, keep repeating this mantra: U DONT HAVE 2 KNOW! u dont have 2 know. let all that garbage come up for air, its stale and designed to proliferate fear. no, no, you dont have to let go of the combo to your locker, silly. just let go the idea of keeping everything locked up, compartmentalized, thrown into jail. cause the prison system got so fat the economy looks frail, by comparison. please take your amnesty and we will have nothing between us! i took it before you, please believe me, trust! no it wont feel great, you will be a bit wobbly, vulnerability is the least trafficked lobby, from D.C. to self, the less than one man march, marches over ground zero, in negative degree windchill so cold, so cold, yes, so COLD that...
your eyes and mine open.
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