all the kinks tangled up in ribbons

Weighed down with attachments and made mobile by thoughts cracking like static electricity.
Moving through the city, breathing another century,
alert to the the trickery
Its what makes people go downtown that makes life worth ab-libbing,
learning to live with all the kinks tangled up in ribbons

Sitcoms that never get a laugh crawling up the walls,
rotting the structural integrity.
Around dusk Dracula , in street clothes, can be seen in certain neighborhoods.
Some people, paranoid, think its the FBI sucking on democracy.

Some just trying to live within the limits of reality,
hands reaching out for some solidity,
some just have another coffee.

we can have our picnic

here today, gone except for the sorrows and the blossoms
memories in a system similar to rain
the biological and the metaphysical raging ' round the soul
hoping to skip the red tape, and be the life of the party
get a rise out of the ridiculous , like a phoenix out of firing range

Love makes the world go up and down
Lifting the spells of the dragon tamers
God gone awol, down by the creek
either got a lot of nerve or its exhaustion setting in
have to make do with a homebrew simulation until the sunset

see you somewhere in the loop , if the compost doesn't get us first
shake your hips if you live
the zombie -like state stapled to a telephone pole,
time to make an escape


the lightning is fizzing out, we can have our picnic
take a break and and ease out of the catatonic

the markets never close

on Wall street the the numbers ripen and fall
the cunning crew in control
spilling their gusto and assembling shells under which lay luxury and unlimited access
to last laughs
think tanks that sell and collect debt and thwart thought
getting everyone feeling lucky like a gambler drunk in a saloon
the police stand by whispering to ghosts of Al Capone.

The right stuff gutted
Surreal music emerging, giving an imitation of some childhood tune
bright lights when you score , bright lights when you miss
smoke and mirrors showing the best side of the misfits.

ears ringing after the terror
out of body experiences not rare in this neighborhood
trans-mortality lingering on soft tissue
just guessing but secret police recording
feeling sore all over, feeling jubilation too, for a time


down on Wall Street the numbers ripen
the markets never close so they don't need to reopen

toe tapping

the echo of anxiety done to a blues beat
coming from the same place dollars come from:
the sweat of labour, the blood of soldiers, the tears of reluctant monsters
from the grip of mothers to the grope of emperors
tied or tieless
giving orders to grease the greed machine
greased by sheep tapping on keyboards


from the project management mapping comes an ocassional blip
from a heart full of sunrise
and a soul full of solutions
a billion candles in the wind
hopped up on moments of clarity

duly noted and passed on to Intel
servants of wizards make the needed adjustments and contact Security
decisions are made on what bombs to bust it up
all under control
All's well that ends uprisings that threaten the pretty little prisons

The underground revolution putting on boots
Some toe tapping tonight

Back to the Factory

The natural selection of national elections
Is an outcome with the most corrupt rules of engagement by those who play the roughest
The ones with the most money and the ever ready connections
To Hell's finest.

Freedom means , to hand maidens of annihilation , what ever the hell it wants it to mean
They osmose on power's nectar, stimulating the brain to untoward actions ,that are no accidents, that bloodily bleed.
Bombing pleasure domes into crime scenes
Successfully seeding sectarian chaos that has lost its gloss ; others with a grasp of basic math fumble thru the formula and follow their lead

There's a great many nebulous words to brand the inner call of the wild 
The little devil and the little angel standing on shoulders arguing
Too many Saturday morning cartoons going back to when the kids sat entranced in front of cave walls.
Words that need unglueing.

When the linguistic experience meets a mismatched allegory,
send them back to the factory.

the arithmitic of the universe

the minds conduits for new testaments
for words wacky with wisdom
for articulation spouting out of a spring of infinity
but sold into bafflement.
craving stardom
calling on all agents with the gift of promo;
the arithmitic of the universe taking off like a flock of birds

minds forming words
wind mixed with wisdom and fantastic folly
molders of culture for dollars on the doorstep
utopia on the horizon
dystopia  acting the wise guy,
flipping theorems on their bottoms;
the arithmitic of the universe taking off like a flock of birds

The logic fuzzy at the mouth of rivers, and muddy.
Rolling on reality unravelling
Reeling and and ricocheting into the open-ended limits.
Checking to see if the limitations are transcendent;
The arithmitic of the universe taking off like a flock of birds

the numbers are misbehaving
the arithmitic of the universe taking off like a flock of birds

the odds become clear

pierced hearts will ache and then hear the howl
hear it rise out of a canyon buried in plain sight
fuzzy except at night,
when the antenna picks up the out of tune
when the mechanisms of states of mind show their cards
that's when the odds become clear and you can make a deal with the aching

walking down the path to the shore
where the horizon holds steady
where the mysteries make it a matter of hit or miss
with regards to peace
with regards to living outside the illusion
that's when the odds become clear and you can make a deal with the aching

at the windows of the world a crowd has gathered
to peer at the absurd
to count their blessing
to watch the sun drop into the horizon
that's when the odds become clear and you can make a deal with the aching

charms of the best moment under the sun

Heaven waiting it out under the debris
for a chance to run for it
get out of view of the snipers
for a chance to slip into the silver city
with the charms of the best moments under the sun spun into my shirt

Souls mixed up with memories
moments washed away and then rained down from a cloud
soaked and then drying out
talking about the weather
wary of dangerous thoughts in the forecast
with the charms of the best moments under the sun spun into my shirt


but right now its a vermillion sky
circumfusing from time clicking into its slot
on a beach out of reach of negativity's screams
and mountains protecting
with the charms of the best moments under the sun spun into my shirt

hey you over there
with the charms of the best moments under the sun spun into your shirt

let the universe flirt

let the electronics send signs of life out past the ozone layer
let serendipity crystalize crashed palaces with cash foundations
let eye contact act like a cushion against the mountain sliding
The universe flirts and we raise our skirts

let the stain of bitter grapes be the contrast for light radiating its spectrum
let the long weekend maintain its longing for the love that never came easy
let circles form and the energy transform
The universe flirts and we raise our skirts


let altars to the here and now catch the next nexus to destiny
let slices of the celestial stray a wave length away from the cloudiness
let the ripe fruit feed as it falls
The universe flirts and we raise our skirts.

let the bloom subvert
The universe flirts as we raise our skirts

"Come big to Iran"

The big nudge is coming
perhaps a flurry of lunacy and the sound of jets taking off
the best this species has managed to engineer, in the air, missions being managed somewhere
in front of a monitor, codifying the musing of the maniacs who love to impress their mothers
and give orders , creating hells, and feeling holy.
detached from the fray of reality

at the shocked end of the stick the crimes hit the ground
dismal and recorded the digital way
The scorekeepers and the cheerleaders noisy on the media and gabbing by the barby
twisted anchors and experts packaged and pleasant, becoming their own extensions.
detached from the fray of reality

Coordination and cooperation between man and bomb
in the industries of the paranoid
Linear time leaning woozily
while ticking time travels right on schedule
Mutual shock ends in a draw
Feels like a Black Hole forming.
detached from the fray of reality

feeling an inner abnormality
detached from the fray of reality

Squisious

Achilles is scrounging around Hades
He lived by the sword, to be eternally and beastly bored
A grungy afterlife to scare the bejesus out of his pajamas
Extraordinary circumstances asking you to dance

the survival instinct needs a tweak
the military thrill is gone
plotting bloodbath coordinates must give you hardening of the chakras
Extraordinary circumstances asking you to dance

Dr Strangeglove fitting right in
Anonomous and malicious in the interim
edgy and abstracty
extraordinary circumstances asking you to dance

doing the polka up against the wall of sound
Extraordinary circumstances asking you to dance

oblivious to blood climaxes

the butterfly's wings open up
moving with the alliance coming from out under the quantum goings-on
squeezed from top to bottom
oblivious to blood climaxes


volition  with unlimited voltage rattles windows and erodes the electrodes of electonic walls
the vibe going to the eyes
fingertips filtering thru the jive
oblivious to the Romeo and Julliet mix
oblivious to blood climaxes

Filtering thru the down time of the bipolar throes
Where the stupid have not yet conquered
where the military crusted complex has yet to clear land
oblivious to the conspiracies in the air
oblivious to blood climaxes


by the people with a glint of utopia in the iris
for the people oblivious to blood climaxes