whenever there's a lull

the real artists today , are the financial packages sector deep thinkers , greased with the numbers to make them twice as frightening.
They have their sights on being trillionaires if-- they want to be able to count that far , digitally of course--
if they can talk up and then knock up the big payoff and soothsay the suckers to buy if the figures are bright enough to blind them,
a phenomenon that was first registered by an ancient Greek or Chinese geek sick of the same-o same-o where the sun don't shine.

Soon compromised by gangsters with a positive attitude who know that violence on behalf of them waits like a faithful lover when their schemes scream like Chile's economy screamed just previous to 9/11 '73.

These self-made executives and executioners with an over abundance of balls on their beach and every variety of mate at home writing out shopping lists whenever there's a lull.

everything is boom-able

the successes of horror have been many
and nobody has to tell you about the terror
The Neocons and their neophytes are nice Nazis who never knock, dress well and articulate calmly the holy word of the day and prepare for the heist with the blasphemy rationalizing sword they reserve for the depraved.
it's a post modern condition they teach at post-graduate school.

the holed up and dirty know its going to get even dirtier and there won't be any lingering over death beds when high tech goes violent
The targets are innumerable
everything is boom-able;
and it is good, it is good and the nodding of heads.
The whole world is under development by the Pentagon enablers and their fable tellers

please please leave me some greenery and some oxygen just in case things work out OK in the Apocalypse down the block,
just before the bitter pill and the weakening of the knees and that one last hug of a tree.

the 24 hour art gallery

There's a guy in an art gallery .
Suspended in front of his eyes is a cartoon balloon with code inside
It blocks his view of the woman leaning out of an open window across the way
The woman has a similar obstruction in front of her eyes.
On the roof of the woman's adobe sits someone hunched over and looking lonesome on a bench..

(it looks like dusk has set in )--- or maybe early morn

the housing is all integrated like ancient half-cave mountain housing , but it's a modern city

There's a harbour down below with a ship coming in or going out, but she's not looking at it.
She's looking into the 24 hour art gallery

in the direction of a curly headed thin shouldered young man who is looking in her direction.
Romeo and Juliet in a science fiction setting

they look for each other across the perspectives that tangle and untangle the city

but the symmetry can't save them
even when running parallel to it
there will be no ringing of bells
no holding of hands
until the freeze frame is released from it's mathematics

They look across the divide
One desperate for art
one desperate for air

educated that way

There was no stopping the invasion
There was a lust for it
minds had gone mush for it

A caveman with a club could give you an analysis of why the brain has these moments of paralysis,
same as a saber tooth tiger and those crows with a wing span of 10 meters,
humans doing their thingy , like a bee but a million times more stingy.

violence renamed but still remains that raw drug to get the go getters goofy
and grouped together
wearing over sized alpha outfits and doing maneuvers
that a little later behooves public faces in front of the cameras
talking about the necessity of the dumbness done.
If you looked closely you can see the look of a slave making love to the chains.

a sure sign of rational people with rotting brains educated that way to be in on the pay-off.

iniquity

iniquity

iniquity sweeps through the offices of the on-duty mind mappers
They listen to 90's grunge rock and rap
and other stimuli traps -- the live bait of the culture--
to walk the the long walk of post hate.
Some are post spiritual , some are post medieval
but they get together on the issues that matter most to them-- control --for which they have rented out their souls
based on both the unexplained abstract and the memory of hunger sometimes going back generations.
Iniquity is the trick behind train wrecks.

The Present

I debate the pros and cons of saying I hate the weather and am working on making a million dollars
and pop vitamins and stay home when it showers
and mentally spend many times a million dollars.
What would help is a little sunshine coming softly
through my eyes
from and to infinity

I continue the test of God , but should I talk about it ?
That could offend someone with a better theory
someone sensitive in the area could get teary
someone on the edge could take a fit
if too much truth be told at one sitting
about politics and religion and the words spoke by the lightening
and other taboos
of which people are leery

The gift of precognition comes with science fiction
but still there's some recognition of the present
wrapped in the laws of thermodynamics.

looting with honour

the carte blanche exhibitionists have the cunning down
and are running things their way

they have what amounts to tarot readings to explain the bleedings
of humanity stuck with the bad luck of being on the receiving end of
the asymmetrical shock treatments in the streets


the alligator smiles are a permanent fixtures
no fad
of wicked religions
or the smart hooting of professors good at guessing and bursting
with the learnedness and lethal paraphernalia
needed for looting with honour


all legal according to the tank crews taking a break but still shaking with the paranoia
programed to send a message
that it's either sweat or blood that will be your primary contribution.

it's your pick
but accidents do happen

Wishing Isn't Living

It felt like life was lifting off
the ingenium of the genus escaping the menace of a death wish
one wish that would eventually come true,
but wishing wasn't living.

visualized guesses
synapses that haven't quite cut through the chains of the senses,
filled with fantasies with handles, but heavy.
If you can get them on wheels welcome to the traffic.
But wishing wasn't living.

take a circumferential spin and
check the brakes
watch for the exits
to where the wishing is easy
but wishing isn't living.

everyone needs love

The question arose,
unspoken
invisible like electricity
about how to keep the power turned on

the electromagnetic mind seeming to be going thru a period of mental instability...
the receptors , these people with their antennas so obvious,
the message trying to get through---
like the guy on the Titanic pounding on the wireless.
They walk into walls and get bruised
it's like the dimensions are clashing
probabilities floating around but who can see them
except as walking blurs trying to shake off nightmares

if you can catch hold of one
give it a hug, everyone needs love.

Tony

Tony Blair will be teaching how to attain reconciliation rather than polarization,
at Yale
he's learned a lot of words to dissemble his tale

Tony could tell you why in Fallujah they used white phosphorus
and the necessity of other messy necessary evils

4 million refugees threw away their keys
Tony sees an Escher painting that demonstrates infinity

hundreds of thousands gone to the dust of history
Tony coped by getting holy

The shock awfulness of the quid pro quo
he's got a silver tongue that reframes it like a carpenter puts in a window.

Billions of dollars bursting out of a boil
Tony uses mind mapping to explain how it's about values , not oil

The irony of
the agony of the many
and the ecstasy of the few,
Tony's got religion to help him through

Tony always wanted to be a Beatle, Let it be, says Tony
He's teaching reconciliation and how to avoid polarization ,
with special emphasis on how it pays to believe your own baloney.

Queen Day by Day

When your mother's dead and your feet feel like lead
and your clan has resorted to pounding sand
and promises don't pan
Won't you sit down and listen to some random jazz
and let loose your pizazz.

When the politicos who rule lose control
and world peace is dependent on pharmaceuticals
and you need to get existential as well as physical
won't you listen for a second
and just beckon.

It seems like the bureaucrats have blessed you
But perhaps it's deception
Time will tell who's who and where is hell
And then won't you sing to me
then won't you be by, be my baby.

the time will come when everything will be framed by Zen
and your zeal's your only appeal
and you re-invent the wheel
to prove that doom doesn't affect you
That's when I want to get my neck close to you.

the music affects the lover's lane in my brain
the sun ignited doesn't scare me
linguistically I'm prepared for anything
Then won't you listen to me
then won't you swing with me in the hammock between the trees.

who knows how many seconds

All the VIP people and their zip assistants gather
and are seized by an urge to get greedy.
They have no experience with tornadoes,
but they long for a spin like the one Dorothy was spun in.
Blissfully richer they they check the websites for space tourism


They sparkle with talent and charisma like some room Andy Warhol painted on a weekend,
dizzier than a neighborhood crow in your living room
looking for an open window.

Riders of the wild wild glitz
most will make it through and then go into withdrawal
and find an empty hell
and try to find a replacement for it,
something similar to a moment hiking above the clouds on your favorite Asian mountain range
or maybe just at a look-off in the local highlands
when you need to stretch your legs
and you get a good view and linger
and biochemically or maybe magically(if you can't nail down the methodology)
every part of you simultaneously pauses,
and when the pause lets go
hearts of stone roll
like you've merged with who knows what
for who knows how many seconds.

The Way You Forget the Past

If you don't get
the connection
between the past pissed up against a wall and the present dipped in the possible
that's OK
you've got some qualities that are commendable.
Like for instance, your strong back and the quicks when it comes to having a laugh
Like for instance your ability to look at a little gadget and figure out how it works when nobody else in the room can
Like your predictability when it comes to getting ready and looking pretty.

the way you cringe when the talk is of wars and violence,
you don't want to hear about it
you take it personal
not so pretty

The way you forget the past
when just minutes before all hell got loose.

may as well be fear

Early on they had
Scarlet letters and stars of David pinned to their conscious-ness-es .
They self-chill when the ruffians take out their checklists,
saluting and barking orders.

They think about how low they can sink living this lie
They're queasy from swallowing pride while the doom deliverers
shake up the infrastructure.
They're sick of the directives from king's courts
in the capitals cutting up justice and using it for poker chips.

They have vague feelings about freedom
They hope from within for a miraculous solution
a non-violent love-in
but they know history
and they're weary.

They know they have to give up something,
some dark shadow they've never had the wind or will to blow off,
some invisible cancer.
It may as well be fear.

Maiko Wants to Be a Lover

Maiko Wants to Be a Lover

Maiko is made up
her senses fired up
her insights interface with what looks like cherry blossoms
and just a touch of a breeze.
She's interested in seeds
they help her visualize beauty
but she's unsure of some things.
Her heart is so open she doesn't know if it's falling out or falling in
but she's got the skills to investigate.

She' got that hard to be alone look in her eyes,
yeah she's all eyes and elegance
dressed up so her desire is unrecognizable from biology.
She seems a little sour about the whole ordeal
but when you zoom in close you can see she has as much sweet as she has bitter,
and except for a few secrets,
defenseless.

She's wraps herself in rainbow colors
which mostly keeps her out of trouble
but underneath the cover of her colors
is where she can avoid being a lover.

Her head looks twisted
She needs some deep massage in the neck area.
She's looking for the brand of love that casts spells,
half magnet , half madness ,
to spiral her through the RGBs,
but in her clear moments she knows that won't help her to become a lover.

She'll soon have to change her style
and slip into something more functional,
she could really use some roughing-it outside the gardens
to toughen her up,
if she wants to be a lover.

O, her favorite color is crystal.
She hopes to use it for good someday.
She wants to be a lover.

addicted

overcast skies are predicted
by those who are addicted
to plaintive blues
of which i am afflicted,
one of the rules
of which is to start thinking
about scenarios that'll bury you:
like the moon suddenly slipping
and the menfolk all taking to drinking
and the stars just stop twinkling.

Things to Jot Down in Your Journal

The side effects of industrialization are indeed damning
You notice it when your mind reacts like a robot
and you say things you don't really believe
and under your breath you're god-damming
and then you remember there's something you forgot.
This is most evident in Spring
when everything opens up
and vague memories ping
both the internal and the external,
going through dimensions
like convicts out of detention.
Makes you think about
those things you wish you'd jotted down in your journal.

Civilized Thrills

the snake charmer entertains the tourists
the snake would rather be out in the grass
but the charmer needed some way of making a living and snakes had hearts that seemed purest;
and an appealing way of moving their ass.

Day after day he would make that snake dance.
The charmer told people the snake was venomous,
that the music from his flute put the reptile in a trance.
Except for a zoologist with a clue the truth was anybody's guess.

One day the charmer had a massive heart attack,
the snake hissed ,
the crowd moved back
and pretended the act didn't exist.

the ambulance and animal control arrived at about the same time;
the tourists were long gone , checking out the local civilized thrills before mealtime.