Spacial Bowie
Is a special boy.
He doesn't know about death.

Scared
Rumble shake
It's coming
Crash
Get ready
Krakowm
No point holding on now
If you have slaves, free them
Guhguhshugguhboooom
All to worry now is how it will appear
In the blown apart floating museum

Forgive me if dread is contagious.
I just meant to mention how deep
This grim lonely wrestling with the final rest
Keeps me from my living sleep

It's natural to fixate upon this
Or else I caught it from Pink Floyd
At a tender age, their lyrics about time and death
Obsessed me with the inevitable void

Shelly Gray
Took my memory away.
My sister lost her arm in the war.
I know there was a time
I was better, and I always aim my toes at that spot.
But I can never find my way back there.
My dreams send me tricks
in my pillow feathers.
But I never can speak or think of it.
The blur tells me those thoughts and that world
was never meant to be remembered by me.
There's no failing or work to be done.
The dreams are for their own purpose.
Maybe for the fish or the sun.

Someone wakes up
Feeling the same way
Every day!
Their view isn't affected by mood
Chemical shifts
Love
Things learned
The cosmos repositioned their guts
Their feet feel like walking or no.
They remain attuned to the same thing.
I guess they are true.
Not me

All the points,
All the laundry,
Getting up is moot.
Welcome to the deep
Futility loop.

Waiting
For an explosion
Or a phone call
Expecting doom again
Expectations are even worse than perceptions
Regarding being undependable
And
Easy to fall for <that which seems but is not>

Extree Extree Read the latest scoop
About the unstoppable methane feedback loop.

Lemniscate
Is the proper name
Of the sideways
Eight

Awake
Dreading death

"Pick out yours
From this bag of *****.
These are the ones that have been turned in.
Which one is yours?
You do recognize your own ***** don't you?"

(Gulp)
Um sure I do, it's that one I think.

Embarrassed
When they see me try
When  they see me choose
When they see what I prefer
It's not their fault
I'm just
Easily embarrassed

Mouths are the real problem.
But it all starts with eyes.

Every day-
Same thing,
Same thing,
Same thing
Nobody expects it
And
BOOOM

That which is
That which is not
Go through entropy
Over time
And
More of that which is
Joins that which is not
More of what is not becomes what is
And
Black and White
Give up

Just like everything worth remembering happens
When nobody is recording,
All the conversations worth time and effort
Are the ones we are aborting.

My derelict daddy taught me everything
A person can reliably know.

Nobody knows anything
&
Try to get inside when it snows.

J and Diamond say "Rambling's all that's real."
I say "Nothing is real."
And we all agree.
Then they leave together.
LOVE

They tell me my eternal soul
Will wear special, fancy shoes.
But that ain't enough to calm me down
From the <I don't ever wanna die> blues

I love everything
La la la
I’m the happiest guy in the world

Everybody wants to be the camera.
I get it.
I thought it was a novel idea.
Nah.
Just knock it off.
Be a movie.
Be.
The holy wimpy observer,
*******.

A mad swirling heap
Infinitely deep
We don't know the point
No certainties to keep

If I can turn 25
Then 50 is possible
That leads to 100
And surely this me will be gone by then
Inevitable

Not enough
To understand
Time

Trying to understand a river
Being crushed by it
Against all the things
Plants, rocks, sand, mud
Rushed by it
It almost makes sense at first,
Then faster and faster
And finally
Drowned

More fun hiding I’m the AntiChrist
Than hiding I ****

I'm crazy and stupid
I should never talk
Chop it off and choke me
With my own stupid ****

Old boots
Sparkly ripped ***** hose
Pale, she looks cold
Her eyes look faded
Little girl makeup
Bold and sloppy
Over wrinkles and moles
Grey hair for an inch
Then black die to shoulder length
Then bleach blond for a couple shaggy inches
She croaks wisdom
The exact sound of her voice is everything
All of it becomes perfect
The words become meaningful
And She
Shapes into It
It
Everything perfect
God
Love
Whatever

Not none
Not all

They are all much normaler than me
Their time is spent responsiblefully
While I peek into the swirl and slide and around the edge
Unpressing the brakes crying “oui”
And I aim to love those who knows what they knows
With total certainty
But they are all much normaller than me.

First is the self
In the water
The setting is not still
Yet
It almost makes sense
Rolled past plants and mud
Faster
Rushed with the sand
Faster
Crushed against the rocks
And finally drowned

Flowing like ***
Or plopping like ****
Time isn’t hung up on
His relationship with it

Stuff does stuff
While time does time.
Tries so hard to love and rhyme
But he doesn’t understand time

If there is a point to the grand design,
He is resigned to miss it.
Time time time time time time time,
Eat sleep **** **** **** it.

Laying on the ground,
I certainly don’t march
And the drummer is usually on vacation
But he beats it now and again
And then…
I get ready and very slowly
I roll toward something
To the beat

Here he comes
Red the ***
Rambler, rigmaroller
Jesus’s son
Signing autographs
On pantyhose
Contemplating “never”
“Nothing matters
More than ever.”

I forgot again
It seemed like you heard me
So I talked for a long time
Then you said, "Wait what?"
But something about my words
Makes them float right past you
Fly paper without glue
Yay my flies are free

People remember
People forget
Who could predict
What will happen

A way
An approach
One might choose
With unique advantages
And unique faults.
Not better
Might be worse
But I doubt it.
Leaving space
In the noisy top
For those top dogs
To fight it out.
Less blame
Less regrets
Less more
More less.

Sometimes your friends
Get it all wrong
That's why I wrote this song
About what they said
They can't tell ****
I promise you,
I'm a shinola head