anguish into beauty
grief to love
if I had a saxophone
pain into pleasure
with the strings on a harp
bongo beat to solipsize you into my arms
feeling the smooth surface of a silicon disk
mirror image of love
what does it matter
pixels, photons, words, feeling at this moment
will it make the trip
from heart to fingers to silicon to your eyes.
mystery of creation
a single step begins
going gone going silicon pal to pitch too
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stilltrucking
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- Location: Oz or somepLace like Kansas
judih post
on a slice of a silicon wafer
cookies and milk
a window open to a whispering murmuring sea
open text box
scratching my head
for nothing to say
dreaming the body electric
exhibits of my waking life
with eyes wide open
I live my life of the moment
in the mundane details
heaven or hell?
I never heard much about that when I was growing up, but my father was a pretty hard core atheist. My grandmother tried to start me into Hebrew school, but when he found out they took me out, I remember i was crying because I did not want to go. I have nothing to remember my father bye. Homeboy may still have one of his chess sets.
trying to spend time wisely
god knows what a fool I am withmoney
spend it with all my might
takening it as far as I can
when I can
somehow the electrons jump from inanimate to animate
silicon a metal I think
a soft metal
Howard Dean got off to a running start with silicone dreams.
Indigo children in the wealthy west are born into silicon wombs,
starving children just get the same old carbon based hell. No idea judih but I know that I left one womb and was born into this extro-biolgical thing we call civilization, Buddhist get behind it with empty minds, before the word, was the truth. I bandy the truth, so I am working on it.
My house is gingerbread. All my furniture is made of cinder blocks and boards, eveything weighs a ton, I expect the whole flimsy house to collapse any day, beneath the weight of cynder blocks, books and me. Back to my worse weight in the last twenty years. The last time I was this fat was in Dallas the day I had to take a DOT physical from a pretty petite female doctor. Humiliating check for hernia. Trying to save my dignity but feeling so humiliated, I said "I used to be circumsized," She was very professional told me "Its the your weight." And I am ffat again, why do the poor eat more? Trying to eat cheap, poison myself. and I been doing my laundry once a week in New Berlin in the House The Bear Built for Elke my sister.
Museum natural exhibition better look quick
Lemurs in their natural habitat
going fast
for the glory of man
I don't want a ticket to ride, don't want to be a paperback writer any more, just an obscure magican reading Lolita In Tehran
just let me do a Basho walk.
awakening to a dream I was driving a truck, and I was, life so strange when you find you been living in your own dreams.
Now I dream I am living in a text box
clean linen on my bed, pillow cases smell clean, fewer nightmares and prison dreams
for a month I had to eat everything with a spoon because I could not find a fork. Eating salads with a spoon. Everyone knows I am nuts. I finally bought two more forks. Changing as fast as i can, just an old stick in the mud, My DNA such much more lazier than yours. Bear with me siter, maybe I can still be in that number, when the saints...
like post cards from the edge
my sanity comes in Buddha Bits
my rear view mirror in silicon bytes
warholed and permafrost
art for art's sake
not dreaming of royalty checks
I have more time than money
but as a matter of faith
I believe Big Brother
when he says
Time is Money
Mundane life of money
a marginal man
my consumer confidence is low
but we all need stuff
getting by
scuffling a living
but not saving a dime
so you know I ain't right
no money to pay my final expensives
living in the moment
pay day to pay day
I hope that was mundane enough
J
sounds like I got to get up off my lazy ass and make more money. I used to think my sister myself was the laziest person I have met.
Got to go
time is money
on a slice of a silicon wafer
cookies and milk
a window open to a whispering murmuring sea
open text box
scratching my head
for nothing to say
dreaming the body electric
exhibits of my waking life
with eyes wide open
I live my life of the moment
in the mundane details
heaven or hell?
I never heard much about that when I was growing up, but my father was a pretty hard core atheist. My grandmother tried to start me into Hebrew school, but when he found out they took me out, I remember i was crying because I did not want to go. I have nothing to remember my father bye. Homeboy may still have one of his chess sets.
trying to spend time wisely
god knows what a fool I am withmoney
spend it with all my might
takening it as far as I can
when I can
time: what else does a geezer have but time?going fast, going hard going wild
rolling fast, rolling hard rolling by
somehow the electrons jump from inanimate to animate
silicon a metal I think
a soft metal
Howard Dean got off to a running start with silicone dreams.
Indigo children in the wealthy west are born into silicon wombs,
starving children just get the same old carbon based hell. No idea judih but I know that I left one womb and was born into this extro-biolgical thing we call civilization, Buddhist get behind it with empty minds, before the word, was the truth. I bandy the truth, so I am working on it.
My house is gingerbread. All my furniture is made of cinder blocks and boards, eveything weighs a ton, I expect the whole flimsy house to collapse any day, beneath the weight of cynder blocks, books and me. Back to my worse weight in the last twenty years. The last time I was this fat was in Dallas the day I had to take a DOT physical from a pretty petite female doctor. Humiliating check for hernia. Trying to save my dignity but feeling so humiliated, I said "I used to be circumsized," She was very professional told me "Its the your weight." And I am ffat again, why do the poor eat more? Trying to eat cheap, poison myself. and I been doing my laundry once a week in New Berlin in the House The Bear Built for Elke my sister.
Museum natural exhibition better look quick
Lemurs in their natural habitat
going fast
for the glory of man
I don't want a ticket to ride, don't want to be a paperback writer any more, just an obscure magican reading Lolita In Tehran
just let me do a Basho walk.
awakening to a dream I was driving a truck, and I was, life so strange when you find you been living in your own dreams.
Now I dream I am living in a text box
clean linen on my bed, pillow cases smell clean, fewer nightmares and prison dreams
for a month I had to eat everything with a spoon because I could not find a fork. Eating salads with a spoon. Everyone knows I am nuts. I finally bought two more forks. Changing as fast as i can, just an old stick in the mud, My DNA such much more lazier than yours. Bear with me siter, maybe I can still be in that number, when the saints...
like post cards from the edge
my sanity comes in Buddha Bits
my rear view mirror in silicon bytes
warholed and permafrost
art for art's sake
not dreaming of royalty checks
I have more time than money
but as a matter of faith
I believe Big Brother
when he says
Time is Money
Mundane life of money
a marginal man
my consumer confidence is low
but we all need stuff
getting by
scuffling a living
but not saving a dime
so you know I ain't right
no money to pay my final expensives
living in the moment
pay day to pay day
I hope that was mundane enough
J
sounds like I got to get up off my lazy ass and make more money. I used to think my sister myself was the laziest person I have met.
Got to go
time is money
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