Semi-Daily by Day

 

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Today and Sometime Ago over the Hills

I heard a rumor and it's big and bland
no more free step to heaven
hiding under the stairs
in a milky wet cement world
 
whiz kid universe of billion dollar sophomores
lead us to what we need
their wet dream pig future concrete excretion 
 
was loving her such a crime? 
or just talkie-walkie
draw the blinds, latch the door
batten the hatches, stow the BS
on yesterday
lead us to what we want
it is all so much scarier(?)
 
I heard a rumor and it's small and bland
She asked you to stay
I'm ok, your so-so
We never had no fun
They stole our moon and fed it to the stars
 
you shout while you're dancing:
It still be doubtful whether the panacea of expansion
would have become so great a temptation
if it had offered its dangerous solutions
only for those superfluous forces which, in any case,
were already outside the nation's body corporate
 
I heard a rumor and it's grand and bland
break open your million dollar weapon
spit in their guns
down the barrel out the eye to the coming dust demon
 
 
 
 

 

 
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Dark Spring Day 1

Creeping record of the parade with steady goose
step of the living end past the reviewing stand
of drowning fish barricaded in Plato's crypt
 
I feel so wonderbar in my leather my leather boots 
I'm in love with myself there is nothing nothing but me
hear my roar of internal combustion crotch rocket
ain't I the living end?
 
Keeping up with the celiac's disease drinking game
where's Jesus' safety net?
shoved up some dark void of christian greed
slash me to Mary, wrap me in her virgin saran wrap
of collector fresh goodness sellable on e-bay for a sack of numbers
 
Behind the rock of malevolence or neglect
what the fuck is the dif?
 
A gossamer gauze left of words
bereft of substance 
Left on the bathroom floor stuffed in the grout
eating up the scum of very very 
Great
 
Slam the soft dew on a mountain of high fructose 
aftertaste of shiny shiny slum on slag heap of what was
and what could never be
 
I record the days giving back a taste of meaning
but don't give me a narrative of lies
a gentle lulling of self delusion making the lie whole
 
Disparate thoughts related to words passed on a screen
to something
Listen to the girl as she takes on half the world
tripping you and me up
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Spring Slightly Better Day 2

 
Got little to nothing today
Pinwheel squirrels whirling every-which way
Chainsaw gerbils smacking teeth against my brain
Jackhammer hamsters gnashing lips across my throat

O'day of days
The only way to prove you can't fly is to prove you're insane
The only way to prove you are insane is to fly
Fruiti-juici, juici-fruiti, say, pal, how about a nice Hawaiian Punch

Watery puttanesca filling my gut
filling my spoon, which is a fork

I am Groot
I am Groot
I am Groot

The accountants are keeping the score
be assured
be very insured
be very very assured
And they like what they see
you and I are gonna fry
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Spring Rainy Day 3

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Spring Gray Day 4

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Spring Rainy Day 5

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