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old ways and old tunes
interference coming in multiple directions
insert a repetitive thought
and i lay there creasing paper corners
put me there again
you would expect such a comment
a lack of consciousness to blame
the game of cells
smaller direct prints
it's this story of the instant
the moment
caught in a return cycle
fater now and with practice
even an s omitted can be heard
a reference that is all part of my new demeanor
brand of horse pulled songs
falsetto as a primary tone
tried and kept true
to work (every little nuance) into the senses
luckily mispelled for an exit plan
that was not now
facade construction
a reason for breathing beyond collapse
instill instigate infer
more than a fleeting thought
i love remembering
to get it out
to manage to shift into focus
it has been one long complaint
garnished with pleasant accents
come interrupt
your technology comes before your food
i choose a shorter line
we reference outdated updates
forced to change on their notice
i can tell i'm alone with this
with one roll, two rolls i am comfortable
and then this makes sense
me wonders if i would let you
see this
see this return
that is why i prepare myself for comfort
thinking i already used my words
just look back
i am telling you what i've done
a story with one frame
one long hard to find fabric of reason
too difficult to intuitively decipher countless plug-ins
even with dark spaces between the units
division is the ultimate mathematical tool here
numbers of efficient stops
i'm now calculating the next pause
the content patch
a name meant for high balling
ranch-like moves
it's one long sign
meaning i am the past
you can have expectations
jostle in an alley invitation
bodies covered in paint rolling on canvas
a couch in every room and no thought to offer
i missed the recording
so as to look back and see all that could have been
so smart ten minutes too late
nick nacks shining and ignoring
wrong connection after wrong connection
if it's worth repeating than it has to mean something
whatever cost
whatever will
an homage to t.town's allergetic atmosphere
even i want to stop
your voices couldn't be any louder
it's just an observation
if i could read thoughts i would be wiser
wood blocks for gifts
headaches for no reason
there is repetition
quick
next
line liberation
one and only thought
looking in and back-on as many times as we must
i should exclude a memory's worth of flash drives
me propelled forward
key slogans
a sense they have lost interest
and circus leaps for a big top ending
your elephant's love completes me
a vocabulary of images that no one could scoff at
no answer
whole lives ignored
a list of names with one commonality
there was a flash
some magnetism,
sometime;
tiny hooks of incredible feeling.
tuesday may 14, 2013 in the produce section of wholefoods, san jose, california
maybe she's not that great
what would you expect in your hometown except absolute service
do i have to see another ad for the same thing
and those who do not instantly recognize one another
are we at different places or do i doubt for a release from depression
i crawl inside my head
we all want to, it just seems a millimeter too far
and then once inside...
questions questions questions
is this about me
writing or putting a women behind me
i think i'd rather talk about the woman
lost another little piece of myself, the little stilts that keep it all floating
i'm just barely skimming the surface snow
and i touched your shoulders
we saw one another
i could think i'm in idiot and you saw right through me
pinnacles
tortured skyline shadows in my
direction
my catalog for smith's songs goes on repeat
they'll be heckling and sighing
feeling only remorse that they wish they could be in the midst
does this bring me joy
if only i knew
if only i could step into another life
and still be here
i don't need it but make it
keep not stopping it's like driving that stretches from tuscany to tucson
like switching things back and forth and flexing notes here and there
you could hear a greater me than actually you see
pointlessly stored away
done so my memory can reflect on forgetting
if you were my mind
filling in the blanks
with constant tremors
drummer's earthquakes
pushed it over
doubts spiral
loose ends dangling every question
dog gone
leash'less
free
and alone
not even able to flirt at the fruitstand
so totally alone
even a baby would be a blessing
commitment and obligation instead of
a year of wasted nights
cars and fumes and laying around
a cut finger
a hurt wrist
a busted pinky
just to show it is flesh underneath
choppy and inconsistent unable to be followed and just downright confusing
buried
in love letters and feelers for art
cleveland's
evil in
the smallest of messages
le faire tout seul
update nothing
allow us to live in the past
hear him
on the spot disconnected but wired right in
In
nothing
it seems so sleek
bleak foreshadowing
you get the words out right
they've got that guy
working / making it all so minutely different
because of me because of me
you're not even allowing it to be right
not even back in my head
cyclical
relating change
unrelenting
everything you do
i have done before
nothing shorter than a miracle
i'm sure you've heard that
original people are the only true source of new ideas
the cat stalker photo keeps the seal
there is no question large enough
not highlighted enough
left with shallow breath
this is the feeling when no one is trying
even tiny ponds slip beside your sleeping body
as rivers freeze over
there is a part of me lost
electric lights animated ominously to wander into a place where descriptions are not necessary-
anymore
the return is invisible, but you are all the while aware of it
insert between the periods
i form long lines
tickets at the heel of the elderly
more meter
today
shaped
and decisive
putting out entirely
with a hair remain
death of what was
fully comfortable with who is
forgetting
and i sound like an idiot
a soft pillow head prepared idiot.
taking down what sells
and a mental hook for keys
to be so accountable
like monotone in your voice
the lateness wins
winds and rains with people jogging
it's not quite level, but it is a foundation
I remember not stopping
laws of concocted problems
it becomes simpler with filters
invisible but all the while aware
you were reading about the video
now direct your very life
a thousand names in the sand
the voices of tent builders get my attention
it's part monotony keeping me from intruding
the question is to ease the remaining the hours, perhaps days
their smiles made-up,
these fabricationist'as construct an amusing scenario
i heard the request in laughs and giggles
i'm imagining productivity over awkward removals
twist me up in sound
a never ending claim pulses me into trembling
these jittery seconds before the decision is made
i've done it
submersed into the thick of uncomfortable chit-chat
the circle extends to a couple of conversations
here on the main exit and entrance
i balance extreme preoccupation
i heard the sadness in my own voice
it cannot be untrue
some line drawn in the dirt of my imagination
these kinds of borders are the hardest to cross
the lyric, the lyrics get over-played in my head
that point
this ever approaching fixture
it thrives in thought; yet for these oversized fingers to manage
the edges are sharper than they need to be
who among the readers hasn't said this aloud
the flurry of the file separates the motivated
i am one of those animals
looking up words in the dictionary
adding profanity only when it's needed
it seems dark inside out there
both, always both,
you will tell me that often
this mixer of high potential
it leads to smoke
infatuation with reason
i am no smoker
i have all i need that is tangible
somewhere someone is beginning a new infatuation
i am so thankful for you
such liberties should be best left for those disengaged
frivolous mockery and cotton candy cell phones
i want to place value on being present over the internet
i think we all do, but
this communication is so important
i know we all like the ease of acting
our lies lay like trash in the subconscious
i deny everyone of the most vital secrets
and this of course is no help
but let me note:
the wistful groans of bad deeds has a larger audience
it was yesterday i noticed how long it had been since i used my voice
there is no stopping the progression of definition
no longer a chance glance
or a random supply
previously put to place,
color co-ordinated,
and checked ahead;
back-ups available
we all want it done flawlessly
we want to see some uniquely glorious creation;
on the spot decisions that outcome praises
to be on the same page
isn't always the simple path
i'm only using words
but if i could include demonstrations:
imagine one here
don't think it's because of laziness
that not more was done
i see it is so easy for the bell curve to be an unknown concept
not really wanting to admit we are at the center
swayed by the line
these quick decisions
as flippant mumbles are landmarks to remember
like it or not
these ears cannot close themselves silent
i can shut my eyes
not utter a sound
not touch or feel
but unless i am sleeping i am listening
i dreamt this song
all the parts on cue
remembering is the hardest part
The Invisible P Word
where the whole lies
I'm starring at the ocean
the cracks in my face keep mirroring themselves in my thoughts
ridiculous interactions with people who I wish were nicer
they come here to play with their phones
so i take with the bicycle
and it begins a confounded traffic cluster
we've all been there
it's a waiting process without the access
235 completed plays of my latest musical masterpuzzle
too many benefits to muster into a keyboard
instructions are necessary
even with the auto correct set on every whim
your wait is over and beyond the concerns of the sea
life meaning more to the animals
as we burn the horrors
compounds created in a media frenzy
i don't even need to lean in anymore
this impetus for more
always what we're asking for
the "we" in the sense that hopefully you're here with me now
even with my many attempts to sabotage our friendship
because it's well known there's more to it
i'm trying to make some semblance of your time here
you get to see the details before and after
such longevity finds respect (seemingly) only in death
it's this song, or the mountain top i know you're on right now
newness is my favorite taste
remember the first, second, the clearly forgotten
and there hasn't been any other way to say it
your curious epiphanies twisted in my head
these ones that meant so much at the time
life can be this good
but please don't comment on the size of my living quarters
just gaze deeply
it can be an endless classification of products
soon this micro computer of myself will update
i used to change so much when i knew you were looking
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overlooking the thoughts of the living when desire has overcome apathy
it is me talking to you
there is a song to learn with an open call
it is diluted;
only faint vocal questions reach the surface
doubtless decisions made from city and resting bodies
avoiding check points and annual tariffs
I send nothing; I receive nothing
on course for someone with initiative
- more waiting -
34000 MB per second and only time between us
raise the volume, burn an album -
sysync'ed voices telling me what finger to move over which switch
intuition can be tedious;
longevity and getting to the up-close points
for the wave, there is a imminent equilibrium
how many times will a question be the seemingly right thing to ask?
time to return to the beginning
sharp clicks in the sound and dramatic volume sweeps
back it off by one tiny fraction of a cent
so much has been lost; pushed in both directions
waving a proverbial magic finger over the whole glowing surface
perhaps for a stranger’s inspired night -
subconsciousness to be inferred
it all works now - and is released as
a reflection into technology and all the little twigs that surround us
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a couple leaves
on trees
like trains weighted with timbers
falling separate ways
for ages
the conductor collects the passengers into a loaded state
overheated and undercooled
we offer a turbo meter for a metric ton
gauges to monitor the moving parts
with claims of solid metals
no separation from land to ocean
a natural destination to test the spirit
the water has become old
sand permeates the layers
i take responsibility for my toes
drilling signs to exempt the bicycle rider
mask the rules marked on old signs, the salty breath peels-back a message;
Abstract ideas will never age and never be understood
falsely
a good thing coming
a good thing if you can hold me in one place
neighbors issue a complaint going on 3 days
pulled from the sky
planted in my green chair
retreat with a curse;
undeniably accepting the street’s address has more meaning than themselves
it's calculably owned and respected
numbers always win
sequentially counting the road's passage
i am another fixture in a line of leaves where even the oaks have more to say
take away the limitless interpretations of a smile
and the human reaction cannot be broken
somewhere there’s a rule book lost for the common sense of man
for these individuals they see diamonds when looking at squares
the imprecision of words is as clear as hydrogen
a match would only ignite the fumes of frustration
steamy science that explains the function of confusion
call it female intuition
true senses
it’s an evolution that alters what we define as separate
it is the ultimate body mark
a widespread voice of strength
the animals will delight in how pleasant the humans have become
comprehension will be unconscious
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camping under the dream
down a twisted wrinkle
loose feet in touch with a calm river
beating a rhythm for each and every listener
opportunity between hopeful advances
considering the risk
a tiny sliver angled at a planing point
a unique pass with every chance i wish to forget
an ash of the reminders embrace me with blankness
widen my peripheral avenue
throw this body for as many miles and for as many days
to a word that ends this haunting
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pigs howl
catching up and making more clouds
hover again in the breath of wheezing
now and not before
come be dizzy
squeal exhaust in the idle rush
no photograph to dictate the events and days
another sound surrounding a hurdle
pennies in the bank, cracked twice and glued twice
the cement rolls through sight keeping back real release
offset an automated return
how long do birds carry heavy stones
I’m not the one to turn round switching chairs
waiting for the next event for more thank you's
go back to morrisey
an engine stops this old house no more
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no more riddles about the next few seconds;
like a line that has one end point, and again is the beginning.
surround the movements of every cell
like empty sincerity in believing it’s true
true motivation
true intent
true freedom
held by my own cathartic realization
i maintain the utmost belief
not looking ahead without thinking of behind
crack goes the snare there
like bells sweet hush of steadily oiled machines
i needed this for a long time
knowing debris scatters all about the grass outside
composting amongst the same doubled paired slippers with red plaid linings
steam conveyors emptying into vats
by the slight beginning of thought
-a cause for return
metal clanging metal like a flag post chain
echo christine hansen’s full name going back to points
following now in reverse
re-routed to pristine soft-haired flower beds
dare to say halloween
recreating a seemingly similar patched tattoo pinned on a jacket
a guy in the darkness says,”hey”
fingers touching depthless pleasure
one black eye and the un-done un-did and indeed un-dead
that was me at an intersection
scars from the advance
a period.
the slightest
pause
off on the moment
giving a mule carrots to lead it up the hill,
to bring water to wet the soil,
to feed the ringing of lost words caught in holding
a hand of aces exposes a light;
changing the colors red can glow
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energy in a cube
released like smiles across the audience
the exhilaration moves as easily as water pours from this cup
world class purity
so wide it flows sideways forming these drops of “medicine”
with much haste you send your blood for analysis
a fortunate character of respect awaits at the animal farm
the wheels shake lint from my pockets
wound-up extra lengths;
accomplishments of tediocrity
tedious maximus superbus of ancient Rome
bring music to another day
at an ears width to yield some spinning bundles
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if it seems a little anxious hop on to the next realization
it's about getting things done
"for reals mister"
(i overheard)
it's slang for the easily scoffing line backer
R U
audience members or band mates
you have a job to perform and to disassociate yourself
from the new to the last
already old
in the instant of its birth
forget the rest
indulge these writer's tangents
the foreshadowing came in san francisco
cold rooftops when the future could be summed into a single sentence
swallowed hard the brown pill
seeping into the ol' timey music sound barrier
note slowing appreciation
now how the plane of two-dimensional trickery pivots
singular digits double
fingers and numbers un-waivered
it is the thin plot of the traveler
everywhere blending in
earth's color in limelight
you can step all over me
walk in circles as the solitude returns
the events stacked into inspiration
all waiting at the starting line
achievements actualized by tradition
and loving all that is
available for my own invention
with peeks at the beach
preparation for the noise nasality in the tone of the endearing
putting rests in the spaces i fill
turtled and rich
spoil the summer's heat with absence
you envy such freedom
i am your motivation
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