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jus’ me & Six Pack Jack


Vogel-Unter, Das große Kartenspiel, Kupferstic...

Vogel-Unter, Das große Kartenspiel, Kupferstich; Bird-Jack, The great pack of cards, etching, L. 269 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

jus’ me, jus’ me ‘n’ Six Pack Jack
sittin’ on the couch, eatin’ on a snack

ain’t got no cable and ain’t got no net
but we got a picture winda so we don’t fret

Jack tells me a story I’ve heard 10000 times
and I spit back mouthfuls of foolish rhymes

the day go by and the beer run dry
must be 4:20, it be time to get high

one paper left in a folded pack
enough for the schwag that’s left in the sack

Six Pack has got his twisting down
we forget where the hell we left that frown

jus me, jus’ me ‘n’ Six Pack Jack
and we don’t give a frick or frack

03.26.20..13

2013
03/26
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Freak


Freak!

Freak! (Photo credit: Arman Dz.)

you always were
a Freak

always will

have eyes
cast askance at you
by random strangers

Changeling
that you are,
you must wear
your Art on your sleeve

and

take comfort
in the company
of all the other Castaways

that gather in dark corners
allotted for the outcast Souls

you always were
a Freak
but
you are not Alone

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2013
03/24
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drowning in Ubiquity


Streaming Media West

Streaming Media West (Photo credit: klessblog)

 

drowning in Ubiquity, purposeless
repetition repetition repetition rote

are we there yet?

dude, we’re not even on the way…

just let the video streaming from every orifice
of this Paste-Up Reality
lull you

lullabies are what we are serving
lullabies are all you will get

no need to think or do or fret
just don’t

don’t even think
presume

to Peak behind the White Curtain

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2013
03/23
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one way ticket to sacrifice


English: Cross Of Sacrifice located in Weymout...

English: Cross Of Sacrifice located in Weymouth, Massachusetts. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

one way ticket to sacrifice
divulged on a dead prophet’s book
not all lies are deceitful    eat the host
we got yer back
–just pay the vig and you can keep yer soul

closing your eyes
becomes a roll of the dice
and faith is better practiced behind the wheel
than broken on it

testing
testing
testing

but little understanding
here and there
blades of grass
not fit for Father

Mother will understand
melt back into her
and sleep

 

2013
03/21
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bang the drum and raise the flag


 

A protest in Utah against Wal-Mart

A protest in Utah against Wal-Mart (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

bang! bang! bang!
bang the drum
and raise the flag

 

 
shhh, if we told you what was really going on….
we’re protecting you

you understand?

don’t you just love your new WalMart?
aren’t your smartphones pacifiers enough?
we just need you to understand the nature
of your sacrifice
it is your lot

bang! bang! bang!
bang the drum
and raise the flag

our enemies have us surrounded
well, maybe not
but we have certain interests
that are really none of your concern
and all we ask is just a little more of your blood to shed

there is no remission of sins without the shedding of blood

 

2013
03/21
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live to tell


 

Professor Butts and the Self-Operating Napkin

Professor Butts and the Self-Operating Napkin (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

live to tell
live for what it’s worth
to provide the wastrel’s tale
to those that seek
for Beauty. for Truth

of each, I have found
much that I deemed genuine
but it is all Shit

if Truth, Beauty exist
they have a solitary frame
that rarely two or  more can share

there is so much Ugliness
there is so much Falsehood in the World
parading as Beauty and Truth

look at the blade of grass
on a frosty March morning
and ponder the Mandelbrot of Crystals
beckoning you to infinities
that are beyond your ken

the simple miracle of a can of beans
that a stranger working in a factory
put on your shelf

Rube Goldberg Machine

our only Hope

if we,
when we,
find the Beauty
when we,
find the Truth

it is, for a moment,
as all suffering is naught

 

2013
03/20
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is it live?


Science Project 1974

Science Project 1974 (Photo credit: The Rocketeer)

 

 

 

is it live?
or are we stumbling through
stonewashed memories
of where we’ve been before?

is it live?
or are we rehashing
yesterday’s unfinished business
that never comes to a conclusion?

is it live?
perhaps a better question
would be
what are we doing here?

we live by rote, routine
and anticipate only what
our lives tell us to anticipate

is it live?
is an illusory question
our experiences are colored
so completely
by where we’ve been
what we’ve worried about
what expect life to be from day to day

so I ask you,
is it live?

 

2013
03/17
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heed the warning call


English: Conversion of a DICOM-format X-ray fr...

English: Conversion of a DICOM-format X-ray from a patient of User:Drgnu23, a ten year old male. This is the patient’s left hand, posterior-anterior projection. Identifying tags and such have been stripped. The image is his, released under the GFDL. The image was subsequently altered by user:Grendelkhan, user: Raul654, and user:Solipsist. Français : Radiographie de la main gauche (projection postérieure-antérieure) d’un jeune patient (10 ans) de Drgnu23 présentant une polydactylie. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

first, foremost
do no harm
do not sound
the alarm

it is so much more entertaining
to see the rabble roused
confused
and in a panic

we all have to get our kicks somehow

no, do not sound the alarm
they’ve ignored it anyway
and will

some of course have taken heed
it is for them we bleed
it is for them we shout our warnings signs

but it is only they that hear

fuck the rest of them
allow natural selection to complete its task
and in the dawning light, we will bask

for the Inheritors
are those that heed the call

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The Emperor’s New Closet

2013
03/16
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intrepidation


Keel of NEW YORK (LOC)

Keel of NEW YORK (LOC) (Photo credit: The Library of Congress)

intrepidation
grabbing brass rings
can be risky business

most successful critters
stay under the radar
too small to be chipped
to crucial to be eliminated

this whole king of the jungle gym routine
smells
of king or queen of the hill
and you know
hills crumble

and so do Cheetoh’s

even keel, even keel
that’s what you should keep in mind
and even keel

you can find beauty in a bar of sand
or the breeze picking up your sails

anticipation
the build-up
the yearning
is greater in your Spirit

than realising the Result

 

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The Emperor’s New Closet

2013
03/15
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they’ve made us redundant


 

 

English: Printed circuit board

English: Printed circuit board (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

redundant
replaced like a circuit board
in a a vast machine

unplugged
bereft

but a circuit board sleeps
after it is replaced
made redundant

i walk the streets with a sign
and sit on a corner begging for change

maybe not all that bad for other redundants
heard about a fellow
who got his brother to give him the money for
a food stand.

they took away my job

but more than that
they took away my dignity

 

 

2013
03/14
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