I'm Doing Great Things

I'm doing GREAT things/TGIF:  my weekend is going to be a success(4 stars!).  i'll probably take pictures of some organic food i plan to prepare.  i love debt ceilings -- i hope they raise the roof.  probably gonna(sp?) drink an expensive beer that you haven't heard of.  it may contain cardamom...or cucumber, but that's none of your business.  envy is terrible state of mind; which is why i(sp?) seek to maintain my superlativeness (i'd prefer superlativity, but i don't make the rules).  when life gives you lemons, throw them through your neighbors' windows: it's good for the economy...so they say.  4 stars is lousy when you consider how many stars there are in the universe.  if sarcasm were a tree, i'd chop it down and burn it for heat.  thanks for listening.  

the instant eye

the instant eye speculates

but a cursory plunge sinks only bark deep

seeking comfort through distracting patterns

displaying gold while absorbing sledge

the comprehensive eye is wide

seeking contentedness by gathering colors

and assembling rainbows

the instant eye is well rested,

yet fat and slothed

when faced with adversity

it shrieks.

the comprehensive eye 

remains calm 

the patterns are gone

the sledge has corroded 

the seams of 

the body

the anchor tears 

the fragile bark from 

the tree

the instant eye

is swept into oblivion

as the comprehensive eyes 

collect the colors of the events

and assembles a rainbow.  

Number Manipulation

is number manipulation
the child of necessity
that outgrew its parent?

or are they complements
each for which the other
could not exist? 

Fondness Imbalance

within one revolution
of the large hand
she becomes the benefactor
of my aimless prayers
   my dimensionless hopes
   my tired, ebbing wishes

her plight
benign as it may be
becomes mine
as i become the adopted father
of a worry
that may or may not exist

and my troubles mount
   uneasiness swells

until completion

thrown into question
i can't answer the
question (((can you answer the question?)))

a list of truncated tho| ughts
unchecked are all (blank)
incomplete by eye...or I
unprocessed by mind

petty worries abound
in collection
and
and
and
unprocessed they remain
and remain they shall

&once
another day
another time
completion

Boring

why are not all things simply black and white?

I see in wants anyhow. 

for what purpose are emotions?
why are we not merely points...

instead: complex 3 dimensional wrecks? 

that's not for you to know says Jupiter to the wilted flower petal.

what is pain?

an itch...

why do we crave?
love is silly
death is boring.

boring.  and the clock ticks.

you cold clock. 

bold silence is intimidating

bold silence is intimidating

one never stands corrected
and fear becomes a broken tool
of the babbling potentate. 

the mute becomes a
brick to be hurled;
a blank page transformed
into an impenetrable shield

heavy weather

transcendental magnificence
articulating expressive decisions
over easy
under cloudy skies
dispersive illuminations
diffracting semblance
big laughs
healthy teeth
long walks to parking decks (protected)
longer walks to holy sanctuaries (exposed to the elements)

time shift

smell of spring.
great. 
warm weather.
fine.
damp air.
damp air.
hollow feeling.
wonderful.
uncertain future.
splendid.
tired eyes.
lazy bones.
shifted.
wasted.
careless.
calm.
demanding.

perfect. 

second nature

blasted morning.
dreadful song of the feathered beast.
must I wake
and face the radiation
and be reintroduced
to my senses.
I gather from
the lack of commotion
my options are limited
and without a spark

of conscious effort
I stumble to light switch
cringe, close my eyes
and with my entire clumsy hand
violently close the circuit

if the stars were lies
then a clear night sky
would be nothing more
than a seemingly infinite
television

I love my machines

the rumble of the
spin cycle from below
the chugging of the
water beneath my counter
humming
as my food is prepared
we work together
to make my home presentable
with my machines hard at work
I know I am not alone
I love my machines
and they love me

dammit

converse with the prehensile appendage

yeah right!
Like I'd ever divulge
my secret

the consciousness altar

I sacrificed my will
at the consciousness altar

I set free my knowledge
and ceased to pine

the shadows crept
and the settling house
wandered carelessly

calculations failed.
I did not worry.

I gave back the bridge
to the solid ground
to the pigment
to the hums and clanks

I opened the case
tugged and prodded
voiding the ills
making void the warranty

I'm stuck with the damage I've done.

overactive prophecy bomb

overtly sound
with pastel fluid
running from an open
wound

18pt on a
slice of bread

the telephone rings
the telephone rings

nourished by
disproportionate hands
full of mildly satisfying
rodent meal

the thought stings
the thought stings

Page 34

I leaned forward, hanging awkwardly off the edge of the chair in an attempt to stand.  I was going to invite the others into the courtyard to sit around the cluttered table with me.  I suddenly realized I was in a book and unable to move; rendered motionless by the hands of a reader, opening the book to the page I was occupying.  I remained motionless until the reader turned the page, at which point I questioned my purpose.  I began to search further with what little tools I had.  I dug until I reached the bottom of the filthy tin bucket.  It was then I knew my quest had failed and the book I was a part of held closer than I had imagined.  and If ever I was to succeed in my journey to observe the book from outside page 34, I may never find my way back in. 

discontent or hungry

too bored to eat
too flimsy to rotate
illuminated by flushed cheeks
and callused intent
overcome by stagnation
diluted with anticipation
startled by disinterest
and inevitable outcomes
following a direct result
catching a crowded thought
releasing it in the dark water
bouncing emptiness off the double paned window
glowing
guessing
answering a call to question my fractured hope
carefree and careful not to damage that state of mind

digital

glove -> hand
equivalent
shoe -> foot
prompt: do you care?

analog

snow is to winter
what rain is to summer
who cares?

fragment of an abstract thought fragment

.........I just feel like if I knew how to say "don't give me that shit!" in every language, I would be better prepared for what life has to offer..........

rhymes with neglectful

rusty nail
pea size hail
tie the bale
the chips are stale
hold the rail
you've got new mail
how can this fail
you're looking pale
slow as a snail
stay on the trail
lookout for gale
hide your tail
posted bail
looking frail
in the pail
drunk on ale
a wild tale
that's just downright disrespectful

monotony

monotony
monotony
monotony
monotony
monotony
monotony
monotony
monotony
monotony
monotony
monot0ny
monotony
monotony
monotony
monotone
monotony
monatony
monotoni
munotony
sandwich
monotony
monotony
monotony
beltsander
monotony
oatmeal
flashlight
sanctions
seatbelt
baking
anteater
fragile
quarters
allspice
plantlife
fortitude
monotony
belligerent
seconds
communication
prestige
indignant
orphans
cactus's
headlight
modular
syntax
leapfrog
gardens
ovals

0.50

all that I beget
is done so half a [wit]

()()()()()()()

that tunnels that I coose
are nothing more than ruse

---------|

I'd like to finish
once at least
a pROPEr goal
a masterpiece

{calculate and press 'til free}

wrinkles, pleats! and fallen trees.

for once i'd like to concentrate
my eyes, my ears, my :::conscious::: state

i'll damn myself
when faced by time
for stopping short
of the finish line

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Galangal Tea

my body tried rejecting you
but it failed
just like you
failure
you make me weak
you make me tired
good night

time spans and indications

twice a day
and once every hour

three times a month
and every day
 
annually
and four times a minute

each millennium
Thursdays only

5 times every nanosecond
without hesitation

every half hour
on the 8's

September through January
But only in January

what is it exactly, that you are looking for?

counting pennies
building alienation
hoping for a shaky pocket
still...a still pocket
angry from the sugars

and my motivation is nonexistent
but by intuition is sensitive
and my taste buds are swollen

this will get me nowhere
I am going nowhere

RELIEF

blast off

tin eye nate sieve ants hex fi forth reheat who won?

The loving branch

was the brief thrill of the flightless dive
really worth the lengthy climb
to the peak of a towering tree
and a painful collision
with the rather unforgiving earth? 

were all those days
of the purest joy
worth the pain of the present absence
the damp face
the lost aim
the lazy darkness? 

when you wake up
you will realize you haven't hit the ground. 
you have landed softly on a loving branch
offering you an opportunity
to climb back the peak. 

the country is quiet
the country is in the city
the country live in the city
I live in the city

Staple Instead

scotch tape
binding fragile layers of delightful parchment
streams of bowls of rocks of compressed earth
and I'm going to be late for work

masking tape
holding onto a minuscule fragment of gratitude
thanks for the divergence
what a splendid way to start the day

duct tape
feeling a little uneasy about the treatment
highlight the congruent sections
drop the freshly dappled quark

staple instead

Chapter IV

secure your emolument!
denounce licit pilferage!
abjure their power, to accroach and disseminate the products of your labor.
laudable intentions of individuals can have nocuous ramifications.
laudable intentions of regents WILL have nocuous ramifications.
individuals retain responsibility - regents do not

I enjoy counter Intuition
almost as much as peanut butter

profile shots

profile silhouettes
paper mugshots really
black paper...cut with scissors
on white paper
framed
hung on the wall
garbage now, I'm sure
stupid round head
stupid mugshots

10 cents less than I had a minute ago

dizzy from the pancakes
banging on my heritage
angering thy neighbors
yelling at the mirror
painting the hallway
watching the 12 blink

and I can't recall the point

and I can't resume from the point where I left off

cold from the lack of heat
socks on my lower appendages
these keys unlock something
these keys on my key ring
I hope they don't hate me
I don't care
sorry for the mess I left in your ear drum
sorry for the taste I left in your head

that's where I draw the line

that's where I take out a pencil and draw a picture of my heel

I apologize for my me
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

don't correct me
o s, dsf

nougat

I have succumbed to the attractive lure of nougat.
If I was able to swim in a pool of it, I would, without hesitation. 
If my house was made of nougat, I would quickly become homeless.
If my car was made of nougat, I would have no transportation. 
If the sun was made of nougat, the world would become dark and cold...
 
unless of course, the spaceship required to get me to the sun was made of nougat. 

conclusions

this song is without refrain
an errand without a list
like water down a well
a woman never kissed

as gazed upon as one horned mares
discussed as oft as flightless stares

I smile at muse so plain banal
the rest, I know, don't care at all

I conclude, from evidence
that spells a word so clearly said
my thought are best off kept to me
inside my lonely head

English Report

The deep yellow glow of inadequate lighting filled the living room where I knelt awkwardly on worn carpet, rummaging through a box of art supplies, looking for a binder to display my English report.  After reaching the bottom of the box without success, I asked my mother, with a tone of impatience, for her assistance.  She finished stoking the already blazing fire in the wood stove, and then immediately began searching.  I could faintly hear the tiny voices of my siblings playfully bantering in the next room; escalating my frustration and haste.  Only the thought of an embarrassingly presented report kept me from giving up my search and joining my brother and sister. 

Little did I know, I would, years later, look back on those times with a nostalgic disposition. 

Now, as I drive along the expressway in a herd of anxious proles, feeling similar to what a truck driver must feel like in endless transit, alone on Christmas morning, I recall vividly, that moment, sigh hopelessly, and silently tell myself that I would give anything to have that moment back.

storage

capacity
exceeded
divert
incoming
key strokes
unlock
reserves
sweep
thoroughly
forgive
everyone

another day

the.
thought.
of.
another.
day...

the idea of another week: 
7 days, 168 hours, or 10080 minutes

the contempt for a ringing
phone.
ringing for another ear.

the desire...
for a fourth lung.

the impatience for...
for an address to my essentia.
a map for my umbra.

the reluctance to:
approach.  fearing
encroach.  forfeiting my chance to
broach.  leaving me
to cleanse my mind
with one dim light
apparent in a distant
room.

Chapter III

remove your right palm from your beating chest
remove your left palm from your face

understand the textile to which you chant
unobstruct your vision

reinforce the trees,
not the forest
realize that the forest cannot be without the tree
but the tree can be without the forest
the tree supercedes the forest

delight in your movements
and strive to regain any restrictions on these movements

Fanatics

Holy Motorbike

ride your holy motorbike
let the invisible exhaust spill into the open atmosphere
ride your holy motorbike to a public event
park your holy motorbike for everyone to see
park it in the grass,
in front of the building

your seat is torn
your chrome is scuffed
your handlebars are slightly crooked

ride your holy motorbike

բարէւ

բարէւ
 
դուն ինչպէս էս
էս պաղ էմ

Deliver me

Roger looks puzzled: Deliver me
This invokes thoughts of the past: Deliver me
I've begun to experience withdrawal: Deliver me
Deliver me: Deliver me
be stationary: Deliver me
I am merely a single digit: Deliver me

movements are impeded by invisible restraints
up the down escalator
afterwards intense demand
coat tails caught on rose thorns
sand in the eyes, chased by fears
grinding at the wheel
warnings of otherwise unexpected failure
###################################
please be seated
warnings heeded
defragmentation completed

pushing through crowds

I'll prod my way through congested halls
like tiny ants through infested walls
I'll break spells, cast on me
I will be again, I will be free
So slight to boast, with a shield alee my frown
yet so arduous a task, to peer up from a hole dug down

tri-sequentigram template:

--------------------------
alpha = A...B...C
omega = D...E...F

L1 = A...B...C
L2 = rand[rand(A, D)...B...C, A...rand(B, E)...C, A...B...rand(C, F)]
check = used(D, E, F)
col = index(check)
new omega set = D, E, F - check ---->transform--> ohm = G...H
L3 = if index <> col{rand[rand(A, ohm())...B...C, A...rand(B, ohm())...C, A...B...rand(C, ohm())]}
check = used(G, H)
col = index(check)
new omega set = D, E, F - check ---->transform--> omega = G...H
L4 = D...E...F
write:
L1
L2
L3
L4
closure

sequentigrams:

----------------------------------------------------------------------------immerse
several attempts have failed
several will have failed
several will vanquish
I will vanquish
----------------------------------------------------------------------------tread
things are looking bleak
things are looking overcome
I are looking overcome
I will overcome
----------------------------------------------------------------------------tread
everything is ruined
everything will ruined
I will ruined
I will conquer
----------------------------------------------------------------------------sink

why?

why do thee fur fight sticks?
sever ate non tin.

games

If I didn't have a last name, would you still be my friend?
If I didn't play your dumb game, would your game have to end?
I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, not you.
you're full of energy and haven't a clue.

1010011010

my luch break is too long
1.0

the day is too short
24.0

who is responsible for this?
1010011010

CHAPTER II:

question the source of your appurtenance.
refuse polity as a tool.
an illegitimate right enforced, connotes a just right denied.
right or privilege?
equitable or unjust?

you want me...

if salt isn't salty
then it isn't salt
if sugar isn't sweet
then it's not sugar
if you aren't listening to me
then you want me dead

CHAPTER I:

blackball authority!
impugn malfeasance!
the defalcators are employed from within a plebiscitary carrel.
proscribe the carrel - be aware of the caluminators - reject statecraft prerogative.
cast doubt, not votes.

I am through

I am on the lower peninsula.
I am in the upper hemisphere.
I am over the earth's mantle.
I am under the atmosphere.
I am through with heartache.

still ill

defaced walls
detached halls
unlaced cleats
unbraced teeth
dismayed will
displayed still
recast soul
redug hole
preset lines
prevent mines
submarine wishes
suburbicarian dishes
retraced steps
relaced cleats

what a bore

metaphors bore
oh what a chore
to be faced with your metaphor

Internet

The
the internet
the internet is
the internet is a magical place
the internet
the internet is a place where all your stupid ideas have already been executed or documented by
cyber pioneers.
amen.

life is good

I've come to realize

life is good
life is grand
when you have some time alone
body, mind and...

it's an iterative procedure

it's an iterative procedure
tss an itrative procedure
tss n itr'tive prossie-jur
tss'n itr'tive proce'jur
tss'nitritive prrs'jur
tss'nitrit vvv prrssseejur
tsss nitritivv prr see ch
tsss ni ch tiv prr sss ch
tsss nn ch tv prr sss ch
tsss nn ch tv prr sss ch
tsss nn ch tv prr sss ch

save me

save me a seat on the ark
save me a piece of candy cane
save me a place in your heart
save me

wishes are wasted thoughts.

my favorite places

my favorites places
are our are our are our are our
what our our are ours?

again

again, here I am
I can, but I am
again, and again.
hand in hand

documentation

I documented the demise of my contentment
I cannot find the strength to destroy it
I cannot find the strength to read it
I cannot find it

explanations

It has less to do with the meaning of the sentences formed
and more to do with the manner in which the words are assembled
to produce those sentences.
any meaning inadvertently extracted from the resulting amalgamation
thus deserves cogitation
owing to the direct and extemporaneous
relationship to form and form alone.

never

I've never seen the inside of your house;
I've never felt the skin beneath your blouse;
we haven't talked much more than half an hour;
still, your thoughts and words I must devour;
(...)
I've never rode inside you car;
we've never talked of us so far;
my dreams of late will not betide;
I won't reach out, for fear you'd Hide;
(...)
I've never called you on your phone
It's never been just us alone
I wonder if you write of me
I bet not, not for me to see
(...)

tyn-e

<+>tyn-e & forgotten:::
sad and pit "awful"
8 mod 3 -----> too

Mayor Maynot

Mayor Maynot, might be your Mayor
or maybe not

why, heaven's no(!) is a dull man's yes(?)