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Poet trying conscience
streaming conceptual dreams as ifs
in wonderland's demanding fees in those days
It cost a person dearly the believes we lied about kings.
It cost even more to admit the messenger was wicked.
All along the watchtower, ever man jack ever workt'aday
knew it was the Yoker told the Thief there was some kinder
way out from under all the stories dragged along, breath, e
seeing sighing sense serpent's wisdom was spoken plain be
wise as the winding gaseous weforms we perceive active e
qualia la lilith rolling ares spirit and image of each perception
Spirit and image of the anunciation, the missing nun
from psalm 145 comes to nudge a meme, psalm 15
stacked on the parable of talents in terms of 20 years whole
life, in his whole life a hard working harvest helper person
would as a daysman earn sweat equity worth of 2 decades
appearing in a story partly told by Cretans
and partly by half wild hermits claiming we had a deal, I did
answer the call to adventure and daring testing courage, yes
I did that, there is evidence, a Prison Guard, Cupka, yeah, he
saw me do my once, I stood before a loaded gun in an angry
frighten sly dresser from blackspoitation early '70s, velvet
pants and a mulberry fedora with a three inch snapbrim,
see that, that was an interuption in times procession,
it was my wife walking by performing a scene, talking
to the perennial puppy said to be 18 when she took him
well… now, but as a lifelong keyboardist in 2026, the noise
of these keys and that dogs toenails, that is unconscious noise
until it's not, and each space costs me a click noise I hear, loud
because my bluetoothed ears are picking up significance aloud
make believe, by virtue of gold tipped pens dipped in mercury
form a thermometer you broke because you did not know
it would in boiling corn taken off the burner, and tested, oops
object orienting programing adapts at the level we perceive,
Blackhawk passing on to Mira Mar, reporting fire, perceptible
smell of smoke in Potero, and on the otherside of the border,
that's what good their fences do, the local spirit, make us up
as what's good to wonder if we could comprehend, if we try
the labors of Hercules, but scaled down to our size, we who
hold certain unnamed truths inalienable to our kind on Earth,
as this planet has answered to, since the AV at least, account
of whom, charge this transgression, disagree to pay what fee,
fidelity trust goodness sakes alive who would ever rent money?
Well, Jekyll Island, the deal was as good as 1.776 billion,
in the bank, those children in the womb, unwanted, those
they are needed in the future to pay for the theft and these
gruesome reports from reality's edge it's all make believe,
but the rocks and trees and oceans and fish and other people
who have Wikipedia and Google Translate using MacDonald's wifi
Dregs, in dementia we can claim we remember
but we only really remember the ability to con
fabulate entire novels in realms of real make believe,
o, made believe, we are aware, others there, believing
otherwise, expecting rapture, at least in costume leaving
be we have stores we expected to understand by today,
as we have been borderline mad mostly since ever was,
pathological liar, edge wise aggressive conducive ******
of spoons to scrape out the adobe walls, make believe
we see our reflection in the silver spoon, put in my mouth,
we wee tiny us in 8mm the life, at x frames per second,
ai now adds scratch archived film fake reality, as we
visualize logos in otherwords, ology of any stripe,
constant head in the clouds otherwise, spirit ideas
good inspiration and corrupting inspiration, ideally set
After the slush fund for the insurrectionists, that did it
go. The game went from being a foot to flying why high
in perfect no time at all there it went, the boom, badoom
mental total flush,
fret naught, Neural net inspirational rethinking yourself,
daily drill, Military mind, set to peace keeper, still, soft
walk, bare foot, run a lap, think this through, did you
backwards walk up hill, and down, thinking did we
were we engaged, post thrown gauntlet some while ago,
gage we carried, as our lederlein postilion postilion ion ion
sparkle conscious, say, hey, wanna live forever
in other words, to do that these days, ever as it is next
we have today to redeem enough time to wish we could
just do it all again,
have another best qua non day of our lives
for an instance in silent recognition of how hard dying is,
at that instant, then its quiet, true rest in peace, practice
dying before you die, going mad before you did, practical
live performance as you and you alone, all day, peace
think ever as you may, you remain that bit that is you.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 7:28 PM UTC
were blue
mine
were
white
when
we kissed
we fused
baby blue
i love you
with
her lips
?
...
..
.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
I
I’m not playing here
this is real
like looking up and wondering a little
about nothing really
clipping thought coupons
into a phone
on the backs of Denny’s’ receipts
that’ll be worth while on sale
maybe a cradle
a rocking chair for an aching back
or a shovel
'cause that's all that really matters
II
but I cannot bring myself to
do what we (brothers) have done
videotapes donutting for unblinking eyes
blurry words, maybe
faster than (the) sea
mathematical and black
reflecting (truth)
what really matters
the violence of things that mean something
that pump the kroovy
that crumple old
inky receipts
thrown
III
they warp the desk
spinning the world into the anaphora of a pale blue dot
a period
a full stop
IV
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC