The New Extra Planet

The new extra planet was just from nowhere.

Singers

I was reading about a couple of
 great singers who were in love once and maybe always
so I drew a picture of how I remember you at one particular day
when we took each other's
moving pictures
 and I wrote a caption
under the picture and then I
 sang the caption
but no magic happened you're still
not here and
I'm not there.

feel like I'm gonna see Christ

I feel like I'm gonna see Christ or
at least Lazarus come
gliding or
lumbering
(depending on the which)
out
that
cement
public wilderness
mystery
box
but I keep walking.

And it occurs to me I'm not even once dead
yet I feel the cold slab where I'm laid up; not
even once dead and ready for a third time
charmed if I can skip sorrowful seconds, time around.

And, realizing it's his move I've mimicked most, finally it dawns on me:
the only time I shouldn't aspire to Christ is when he's on the cross.

Luxury

Love should be our priority, yet we treat it like a luxury.

The Blackeye of Beauty

The Blackeye of Beauty

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-


Someone socked the sweet lane to your iris,
Big-time Morning Doll.

Something scabbed over the whirlwind towards the window to your sole reveal, the soft entry into your truth.

Lady Liberty done had her comeuppance.

We dawdle in others' blood but rush through idiot exercises of commerce.

Romance leaves us for dead and in tedium we linger.


Have you tried a cold stake on that? The
camera
adds
ten
rounds
but eye went down in the eighth.

the Sage Nap To

The sage napped,
and the world carried on.
A nap of millennia,
a mapping too.

"Where can I dance?" said the sage,
awakened in rhythm.
Everybody said "right here."

The Sage Nap

The sage napped,
and the world carried on.
A nap of millennia,
a mapping of too.

"Where can I dance?" said the sage,
awakened in rhythm.
Everybody said "right here."

The Necessity of Success

He grew a following from The Necessity of Success .
and a-following they were, necessuccessfully.

- Can we all agree then, at lost,? they asked gleefully,. but no they couldn't.
There wasn't time for that.

The frivolity was a front to obscure the finality.

In the settings of the sequel you could select successively more succinct successes.

You could also just look at the pictures.

Feeling About With The Doctor

I had a feeling about the endtimes so
I put it on a notepad and give it to the doctor.
- Blimey, you're right," the doctor said!
- What do I need a doctor for?" I asked.
We went into business to market the feeling.

apond the path

My cat was named Susie. We’d take her to the pond, she liked to go swimming. A cat who swam, imagine that. A cat named Suzie no less. I put her in my lap after we shave 'er. She likes to be shaven after a good dip. The local human interest story was a cat story in our locality one day when one local day the story was yes about Sue's back at it, going for a swim.

Reporting I really hit it off, she was fine, I daresay felonious, the reporter upon whom my cat sat for the shave at 11 , cameras on. I daresay it , that is consider it daring to say because I reconsider cliches. Consider them bold now. I was avoiding them, speaking freely, speaking uniquely, creatively, off the path made of so many common tongues. Our uncommon tongues tied then, the lady anchor’s and i's, and she was a lady, a class act, and also our eyes met, cat on our laps between us. I broadcast my lost license, it broad cost me so, at last, the very next night for everyone to see - everyone tuned in after all those swam cat promos, after all,  no surprise that.

how dull

By what nefarious magic have I outlived both Jesus Christ and F. Scott Fitzgerald,
 my two most obvious spiritual forebears?
Through what dark dealings did I extend my time on this
 oft underwhelming orb? I recall no incantations nor blood ritual.

Perhaps not decaying bargain but heavenly purpose keeps me
 astride the precipitating maw that consumes the lot of us,
 but to that them or those ends first I must shed
 the tedious burdens of mere subsistence,
 the everyday horseshit of and from hand-to-mouth;

Them ends, to them ends,
 until we ends them, it's the devil's playground we yawn and toil in,
 lousy to remember the old story always, cast out of freedom,
 thusly how dull the demiurge made us.

Heroes on Villains

I remember, not been long, flying fast in freeway New Year's Eve Evening, Heroes and Villains came on & when that's that then for 3:38 or so California seems exactly the place. Then, somehow, Sail on Sailor played next & I was reminded yet again that the dissolution of the Wilson / Parks writing partnership is for me the great tragedy of American song.

Petunia, Skull Fractures

Intrinsic petunia,

skull fractures and faint scars,

the worms endeavor between them,

or we burn in fire.

Hellbent on Holiness

hellbent on holiness

the demon’s guide to bliss

published in a battlefield on a tablet of sand

and here i am, hungry.

hungry for the robbery, the shameful deprivation

with a sweet tooth for sorrow

and a flair for fusion cuisine, she said.

She said so much, she said as much that is to say.

She said:

 ~ flair

She said:

 ~ abyss

Flair for the hungry who thrive on a lie; that is: a way with them.

and to where?

i've always been fascinated by nature

i've always been fascinated by nature. Zarminian said.
no on believed him they'd met him before.
At the tileworks between shifts he tortured the hired labor./



Kentingington was quick with a quip. The Nameless Sombrero was silent,
taking it all in. The Cat in the Cap and the Chap in the Bowler were also surveillance.

th
e
Rabbi
came in
.

Two Ukranians and someone of Another Ethnicity.

{this was a small
but} they were enough to tackle Zarminian.
{some were loyal to cause}
some betrayed us to Zarminian

.

end

Trump, understandably

Trump is predictably appealing to rightwing base's proven love of treason. They blame Obama for dividing country while celebrating those who tried to dismantle Union. They dismiss concerns of collusion with hostile foreign government in thwarting our democratic process as long as it appears to net immediate gains in the halls of power. They betray the nation in service of their twin gods Mammon and Malice. Undeniably -- self-evidently -- this adoration of unpunished traitors has as its bosom companion a damning disdain for our unfulfilled yet foundational belief that all men are created equal.

party a couple doors down

It's a party a couple doors down.
     People cheering each selection of the playlist.
I don't know the language, but that doesn't make it intriguing or mysterious
. It all sounds very ordinary, even
the twist when
the music gets dark.

Bright Sphere Of The New Horizon

A charity for heretics;
A throw down for the damnedest;
A listless commotion imploring their contrition;
Bleached confessions;
easy access;
newly faithful'
Salvation at scale:
one one millionth of a soul per capita,
toward the minuscule realm of heaven.

Cops in Doctor's

I've got an idea for a new show. It's called Cops 'n Doctors. It's another show about cops, & another show about doctors, in one show.

In season finale cliffhanger, they all forget just who's a cop and who's a doctor.

data errata

Christ's got gluten
and Trump's got Putin .

The church and the nation
reward predation .

Ain't no surprise in
what I'm summarizing ;
Them's just rhymes
of unjust times.