permanent exposure

leave the music on: i need to dance while i sleep

out on the sea ...

elemental lights, showering down
reminding of a light texture, numberless

nowhere, been here before
instead of middle ground, footless

riding sheets of gray, into oblivion
will the world be saved, soulless

01 05 11

meet me jesus, behind the door
the one that leads to the dusty floor

walk on in, dark as hell
used to flip flap-jacks right in that knell

but not tonight, it's up on the wall
shiny red metallic glistens in the moonlight

pull the trigger, blow that shit
spray it everywhere, everywhere, everywhere

wild faces, jumping around
screaming, yelping, just clowns on the town

out the window, jump on down
hit it hard, get right back up, run

main street is short, cut across the bridge
down near the creek bed stop and take a breath

american fields of play, it's got to be real
the dawn approaches and we think we see the son

the morning glory's failed us, too wise not to despair
the angels sing a chorus and we kill the fucking scum.

bye. bye.

it feels pretty good up here ...

The Metaphysics of Thought ...

When will you understand?
Mark what I say:
Whatever you hold in your hand
Will be blown away.
Must you learn for yourself
Listen: take warning;
Whatever you put on the shelf
Will be gone by morning.
Soon you must play your part.
What are you learning?
Get it by heart! By heart!
I have seen books burning.

-Beatrice Warde (1941)