4/16/09

Flow charts are there for a reason.
If you break the chain
what will keep us together?
We are bound, shackled, molded
by the arrows and boxes
kept together like so many
desk-bound electrons
circling the organizational nucleus
and that electrocorporatemagentic
force that keeps us in a cloud
of diligent worker bees
is the flow chart.
Do not mess with the flow chart.
The flow chart knows
where treasure is.
X marks the spot
where the last person
to deviate from the flow chart used to be.
The flow chart knows.

4/15/09

Oh George!
You told us to be careful
that the man would come
and take away everything.

Oh George!
You told us mind your
p's and q's or they will
and take away the air you breathe.

Oh George!
You told us better be aware
or else that man will get inside
and take away your soul.

Oh George!
You told us even a guitar
will be fair game when they come
and take away your name.

Oh George!
You told us not even being dead
could keep make the man not come
and take away your karma.

4/14/09

Hypnotic sheen
folicular mesmeric skills
and the gentle laugh
of the grandfather we all wish we had
better than our own grandfathers
better than warm sweaters
or hot bowls of soup
on the thousand and ninth day of winter
the only forgiveness
acceptance
and a treasure trove of riches
could come
when the crystal ball
is foggy and snowed in
never showing the future
save that one in our dreams.

4/13/09

I have never sailed
the seven seas
breathing the salt air
and watching starlight
guide a mermaid into
calmer waters
and letting intuition
guide me to islands
and lands unknown
with spices
and sensual delights
never known to simple men
before the nights
when they hoisted anchor
and took to the waves
but I have known
their greatest pleasures
and ventured in strange lands
and peeked at the world
we never knew existed
behind the green door.

4/12/09

Little grassmonster
take the sun and dance all day
never stop moving.

4/11/09

Empty graveyard echo
click clack attack
empty chair empty spaces
where have the crickets gone
where have the dreamers gone
where have all my friends
I never knew their names
and they were only my friends for a minute or two
but they all had click clack cricket legs
like fourteen years culminating daily
minute by minute
without the crunch and mess
dead crickets
relocated crickets
taking the click clack
on their back
staying on the attack
in the tall grass far away.

4/10/09

I have always wondered
how the best way to go really is.

Do you want to be surprised?
To not see the end rushing towards you
to be unaware through sight
knowing only in deeper senses
in the Limbic System?
To be dressed in pink and white
and know something has to happen soon
because you can't stand still
and you cannot look behind you
and you cannot see the future
right before your eyes?

Or do you want to know
the thing you never wanted to know?
To see how you look
facing down the barrel
of the inevitable?
Do you want to stand up
straighten your collar
adjust your sleeves
take the last few steps
and fall under the moonlight?

4/9/09

Mick knew.

Only thing he really knew it turns out.

Everything else was off the mark
but he understood the nature of wanting
and needing
and how they're never both in tune.

Some girls can't be satisfied
they carry the burden on their backs
and deserved sympathhy never comes.

4/8/09

Down in the dirt
in the deep deep dirt
down in the dirt
in the murky dirt
down in the dirt
in the endless dirt
change
transform
devolve
pigman
manpig
the arrow spinning dervishly
the manpigpigman
grunting groaning
unloved by god or polite society
uncertain where the dirt ends
and heaven
or hell
or asphalt
begins anew.

(forgot to post this on 4/8)

4/7/09

Taffy pulled around the world over skyscrapers and mountains through potholes that give a really good view of China and under the melting ice caps and pulling and pulling and pulling and one day we'll see Rio just keep waiting and pulling and someday we'll see Rio and I just want to see Rio and say thank you so just keep pulling.

4/6/09

The Imams are still asleep.
The bells unrung.
No services today.

Unhatch the egg.
Unsay the invocation.
Unfly the metalbird.

No services today.
The sky unyielding.
The Gods are still asleep.

4/5/09

Leverage
moving the mountain
because the mountain came to you
and tried
to lay you low
so go under
you cannot be stronger
be smarter
remember the physics
remember the lessons
remember the lever
the fulcrum
the obstacle
you barely wrap your arms around
go low
go fast
go underneath the mountain
bring the mountain to the stars
bring the mountain to the ground
show the mountain your feet
your arms
strength
show the mountain the northern lights
and remember the physics.

4/4/09

The machines break down.
Phoenix machine.
Earthworm machine.
In living rooms and giant rooms
appearances deceive
give hope
cause demands to be made.
Subtle
quiet
unseen until the damage
is done, repaired
done again.
Cold places.
Cold people.
Man is not stone.
And the machine stops.

4/3/09

Time is relative.
This we know from Einstein
and from desk clocks.

Evolution is fact.
This we know from Darwin
and from desktops.

What changes
is only speed
and time
and the position of the observer
and of the observed attempting
to evolve into something
present
and future.

To cut is to tear is the change the shape of a thing.
To change a shape is to evolve.
To cut is to engage with time.
To hasten the process of evolving.
To pull the past
through the present
to the future
to wherever the observer stands
and waits for the present to pass
into the future.

4/2/09

Farewell to the gangle bird
the color sleeve
the caw.

Farewell to the bent note
the stiff back
the flail.

Farewell to the hand jive
the eye thumb
the smirk.

Farewell to the pot stir
the turned hip
the wing.

4/1/09

A poem a day?
You really didn't buy it.
Tell me you did not buy it
.Surely you saw the sun today.
The sun lies for months at a time.
I lied for just one day.
If you bought this you can return it.
Forgive my tiny jest.
My quark, no my quirk, no my quarky quirk.
Never again shall I so transgress
or make such a facebook mess.