Value is a
funny thing,
like a line
in the sand:
one step closer
and you're finished,
the gamble's
busted, the whole
thing's a bust,
so you reevaluate
the circumstance
until the line goes away
and all your left with
is sand, which isn't
worth **** without
a line to cross

Everyone, living
or dead,
is Genius
though not that
many realize it
and even less
do anything with it
but once in a while
the cards line up
and the hand is played
and all the world can
do is sit back in awe,
give up a few chips
and shuffle the deck

I'm glad you died
By the train tracks
In Mexico, alone
With the lizards and
Horned toads
When you did
When the mood
Was High and
The momentum
Rolled in your favor,
I'm glad you died
When you did
Before rock n' roll again
And again and disco
And no Jazz, no bop
And waves crashed
And undertoe tore
At Tired,
I'm glad you died
When you did
With movement, with power
And you should hear 'em
Talk about you and the boys
With ancient lips and Beautiful
And god smiles my face
And god still cries for
His Muse,
I'm glad you died
When you did
Before it all changed
And We lost the momentum
And replaced it
With sleep

When asked I said:
"I don't write for people
No, I've known too many
To waste words on
And I don't write for poets,
Poets are as bad as me
And all the good ones are dead
No, I write for god and the angels
That they may have mercy
On one of their own."
And god said to the Muse:
"The idea of Invincible
Is more important
Than life itself."

It's that good one
That really good one
That plucks heaven
From scripture
And barstools jesus,
By god it's a wonderful
Wonderful something!
That blessed something
From the east rolling hills of nowhere
And big breasted hopeful Bliss
God bless god bless
Holy! Holy! Holy!
The one, the beautiful one
That nirvana heard
That glorious Perception of Love
On weary beat down minds
Well gee, I think
God stopped for this One
To gasp in disbelief, sing
Holy! Holy! Holy!
And the angels
What else but angelic

When
Buildings in the
Cities collapse and
Crumble;
Gone,
Town Hall meetings
Gone,
Courthouse hearings
Gone,
School day lectures
Gone,
Ernie's on 5th and Market
Gone,
Sunday morning hangover
Gone,
Friday night bliss
Gone,
Wednesday happy hour
Gone,
Tuesday work rush tension
Gone,
Grocery store hellos
Gone,
Bus stop goodbyes
Gone,
Country
Gone,
Continent and planet
Gone,
Hierarchy of man

Gone,
The Idea

The whole big Idea,

When
It's all gone,
What you do
To pass the time
Is all that ever mattered

Draped in gloom light
awful dead humanity
I left for the world
to find that
iron spoke to
air in secret Breath
Flora drank down
sunlight frothy Buzz
      and up
liquid leapt from earth
for high-up night clubs
falling back in dreary
morning Joy for
underfoot cities of
hustled and bustled
terra forma
systematic, immaculate