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Aaron Mullin Jan 2018
In the crows nest
Wind burnt and ruddy
From past navigational
Errors. Wearing stripes earned
While traversing the
Luna Sea

I see a new world
It smells as fresh
As a newborns
Head, and
As promising as a

:::Higgs Boson:::

Unwinding paired bases
And just-in-cases
Leaving no traces, and
Sharing open spaces

A gossamer trail,
it seems, might
~prevail~
Meta~navigating gossamer game trails. . .. ... .....
Aaron Mullin Jan 2018
There was a big boom once

Population dynamics are intrin-
sic functions of gumption
and big booms echo in eternity.

I look at the industrial revolution
through infrared filters
to parameterize the haze of our lives using

a kaleidoscope landmarking
technique andor technology
where the function of plutocracy

(and it is taking shape)

while it resonates on post-reformations
and pre-modernisms
How do you like them schizms?

Living the religion of
capital ~ ism
and paying homage on prayer mats of

blood ~ sweat ~ and 1, 2 many beers
through our blue collar dollars and
masonry jars and crossroads guitars

(and between the bars)

of our own creation.
Now moving toward remediation
and un-plebiation.

I cried vermouth and reconciliation while
they expunged truth and trylobytes.
The inevitability always bubbles up.

And in the trailer park of our lord: 2017
Ricky and Julian and Bubbles
pay homage to a great poet lost: Mr. Lahey.

(within the mystery of our own creation)

Thus we toast to: The Theatre of Life
"Birds of a shitfeather flock together" ~ Mr. Lahey ~
Aaron Mullin Jan 2018
I’m a logician
A tic-tac-tician
Accountable to
Me

Bringing it day andor
Night
It’s time to get
Into My groove

Cause ... caustic ... causality
Tom waits for no one.
And the Earth died screaming while you and I lay dreaming
Aaron Mullin Jan 2018
Epiphanies inside hypocrisies
Dionysus whispering prophecies
Chasing game theory trails
During the trials and tribulations

Of our workaday bungalow bills
Enduring quills of porcupine hills
I got a pistil, you got a rose
He Rose after a three day haze

Inside a purple manic depression
With Axl grease and Travolta eyes
We took our face-off and un-caged
Our subconscious in a

One and a half story, morning glory
Aaron Mullin Jan 2018
Take YOUR medicine
Own your medicine
Be the medicine you want to see in the world
Aaron Mullin Jan 2018
Architecture waiting to be embodied
Boxes and boxes of un~buried treasure

No time for writing the stories
Already in extra time, flitting about and anxious for
Focii to make themselves known thus leveraging the
Many vertices of an under~powered power structure

To repair the leaking forms
Of our realities, seeking assistance
In bringing to life that which
Dreams are made of

Built on soul iron or iron in the soul
I prefer the latter to the former
Not really enjoying those entities who
Extract rather than add value

Willing to teach and learn and flow
As cupid and psyche dance the roomba
Soul butter >>>> and schtuff
Aaron Mullin Jan 2018
I was de~meaned once
And I enjoyed it

I am not a sadomasochist
However, I do like being further from average
Not a soulless soldier, just a mostly impeccable warrior
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