Everyone has fallen into a stasis field
put spring on hold
fooled by a cheap cinematic trick setting off fireworks
on a summer night
as the dog lay shaking
wrapped in her thunder coat
A newspaper
A database scrapper
number five
when your fingers can't wait
won't work and why should they? hitting it hard resending from position
receding there's a little chart
at the top of a daily paper
let's get them all stirred up superhuman geriatric types
and
overwhelming scent
of garlic and developing fluid
the mysterious phasing of giant gnats when you least expect
SURPRISE!
an election panel with pills
and pills and pills....
At a particular time of each and every violent day
the vanishing point lives
in a force field projecting such overwhelming chatter video clutter audio chatter without guitars or paper lights
forget about scripting
reflecting the shadow play magnetic forces are polarizing microcellular movement
much the way you'd use a crowbar on a molecular level.
In just about every way under the Sun every day every way every wave crashing against every adventurous ragged zig-zagging shoreline
wave wave wave
where the water meets the Earth their lives can be run
and put that in the poem
to be scribbled inside
cheap little poet notebooks waiting for that heavenly inspiration to flow like Hollywood cinematic magic
into the this crumbling world
stay true at all times, stay true
Mine is not the world to spin as a roulette nor to be waited on hand and hoof as some sacred cow turned blue with centuries of worship in a far vast developing world where online voices prove you can build a luxurious patio and pool was strenuous labor time lapse function in a day or two to spend before tacking it on the wall in cyberspace
When it all comes down and the subject comes up lines will form for the necessories we speak don't get too hot or take it to smugly think of it as a bagel or a transfer for the unsalted
There is an hour inside each of us when the head is splitting the wolf is howling where we all each one must answer the most difficult question lying lying in a pit of our stomach noising the sinister knowing of the waves of the hair in the in the hair of the harpy in the howl of the engine the Great and grading crush of humankind
Of the stone wheel wake up but don't pretend that your world is real that your hopes are anything other than a posture toward pretense of ego propulsion into the slow dive following deep in the painful pit of the place where all the titans
Wound up world
Including the gnashing of teeth
the day is too gone infomercial awards committees have nodded off over and out, good buddy even the rubber duck wanted out
by the end of the flick knowing that every road runs out of ground when it hits the coast
went to waving you off
as I've been from to coast to coast to coast and Coast
It's a brain jacked attack
to jam as much info
as can be shared
at first blush it seems
Amid the great uncertainty
is washing us away
Strewn along the violent shore
with all the fire;
all the smoke,
all the crazy lighting tricks
of course the devil has always been screwing around in the details
of all the detritus virtual
or not sunken off
a floating island planet
in and atop the bottomless deep blue sea.
Check your local listings
oh what could the trouble be?
The market gets timid but you mean
it scared you
can make up who is positive and who is tested negative
time for time to move time
to run
I can't get a thing done
have to get all the time
in the world
I'm not getting worried
tired or uptight
just taking in the light's noise
yes, lots of noise when you don't
intend to
share deep dark secrets...
Which are really no secret
to anybody at all who has known been known been around the block
kick the tires
broke the rules
just because you could
I could voice it
upon useful stupidity
why would I and you shouldn't feel shackled to that stereotype things
I did, I wanted to do
nobody gives you a guarantee
that you'll ever be able
to do
again. Right?
New day rising! New day rising!
Rip off your pajamas
Strap something sturdy to your feet
Assume the position in the full armor of God
Everything
The whole of it
To defend against the slings and arrows
To defeat the corrosion of complacency
The conformity to bow your head and kneel in truth
To the revelation
To the truth
A slight and slender five lined skink
Came to visit me this Saturday
Should have waited 24 hours
For the feast day of Saint Francis
Wouldn't have noticed her
If Lulu hadn't been preoccupied with her daily sniffings
For rabbits and field mice
You stupid skink - I huffed
I'm trying to put you out in the sunshine
So you can enjoy your life
She slinked down the fence
And away
The cruel winter hinted by diabolical agents trying to incorporate miserable lines stitched in like your mouth stapled shut with metal staples shards jammed in with a surgical staple gun
if you ask for me
you can ask glorious
who saw me wandering alone
who knew when I was hungry
I didn't have to learn no damn euphonics
to write my blues
on the far horizon
with tangerine
thinking horizon
in your perspective
from the prosecutorial
it is only personal background
the politician will never
tell
Attempting to speak to you in a cryptic antiquated language over a breakfast of d'anjou and black coffee
Across the pond you giggle
To you, I feel, my language no longer travels
On the ears
Of doves
More the soundings of rocks and shattered storefront displays no finesse, capiche?
Should attempt to borrow the pen
Mediterranean
Or loot from Dante
My small Soul tremors from Paradise you'd think the world, including e.e. & all his furry freak bros
From sea to uproarious sea in updating style books setting American tongues free!
Who hepped you cats
to the once upon a time brand new deal
For the real musical lyric of the Love American style we are in the middle of a revolution
For crying out loud
Now the world can see
but cannot hear the monstrous megatech overlords and major media co-conspirators are attempting to brainwash the rest
Into concluding complacency into the fraud and races vice that we are a divided people just not true.
Yeah, yeah
Everybody's got their own opinion
Or the same opinion
Or however you wish to spin
If standing against tyranny
We jump on our horses and make it to Philadelphia with a declaration by and from the people of the great state of North Carolina or South Carolina
Poems rushed in from the periphery of the Mercurial edges
the pool side
the city side
the curbside
Open up the timeline
let's go frame by frame
slow it down
speed it up
do it over again and again reverse engineering
The difference engine
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