There i am
lagging realtime...
red is now blue
and blue is now green is
now gold is now
silver
silver surfing
edged off a
screen
separated from the sugar
the lemons turn
orange
there i am
doing the dishes
with my eyes closed
day-trading milliseconds
making a moment
per trade
sometimes life feels like
convincing a pig being hammed
was a cure
there we are
we need another miracle
one was not enough
mother nature
on a rampage
the killing kind
there we are
renewal in the rain
refilling a prescription
for affliction
sensation of merlot
down the gullet
some sorta warmth
there it is
the opiated vision
tele path
tele vision sets
a course for
disaster
i used to tell myself
you are just plain rotten
the best in me
i had downright
forgotten
verboten
another fifth of a second
time traded away
there we are
our gps in
reverb
we are the echo
of a sliver
of a moment
in time
promoted unconditionally
shamelessly
feverishly
it is so sad to watch her unfold
fate. nostalgic
like a carpet
stashed away in the back of your closet
you see all the old stains
and remember
and unravel
this is why i roll it up
and choose
destiny
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Saturday, 20 December 2014
Saturday, 13 December 2014
enveloped in media glaze -iii
There we were
beyond irreverence
plain old sick with inherited inattention and hate
the litany of bitter recall
transformed by psychosocial maybe
magical means
our loyalty to us
our caring for us
our sheltering us
into a white
snake
we now hold a reception to
culturally-sanctioned pissing
on modern artists
modern art
on ourselves
because it's hot
and steamy
and toxic
unctuous
noxious...
scrumptious!
everyone's invited and no one comes
sex with us is asexual
fighting us ... (at best) ineffectual
believing in us (good) for the karma
without us (there is) no tension
no dharma
i'm gonna jump in anyway
disappear into it. let it absorb me
that's what i am gonna do!
comfort is manufactured. right here in America.
we won't ever outsource comfort. we like riding
on suspension braking on
air floating in
water softens the
earth for building a
fire
beyond irreverence
plain old sick with inherited inattention and hate
the litany of bitter recall
transformed by psychosocial maybe
magical means
our loyalty to us
our caring for us
our sheltering us
into a white
snake
we now hold a reception to
culturally-sanctioned pissing
on modern artists
modern art
on ourselves
because it's hot
and steamy
and toxic
unctuous
noxious...
scrumptious!
everyone's invited and no one comes
sex with us is asexual
fighting us ... (at best) ineffectual
believing in us (good) for the karma
without us (there is) no tension
no dharma
i'm gonna jump in anyway
disappear into it. let it absorb me
that's what i am gonna do!
comfort is manufactured. right here in America.
we won't ever outsource comfort. we like riding
on suspension braking on
air floating in
water softens the
earth for building a
fire
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