one chord is all you need
to fall in love with a dream
& so
here
we
go!
with a snap & a crack
& this weight on my back
i know that i’m broken but
i know that i’m broken but
i’m not really so broken
i’m not your puppet
i’m not your toy
i’m not an old man or a little boy
with a squeak & a creak
& my back feeling weak
i know that i’m broken but
i know that i’m broken but
i’m not really broken yet
i am lightning & time
i am lemonsugarlime
i’m just learning to rhyme
i’m just learning to lie creatively
& meanwhile…
there’s a crisis on earth-j!
& so
here
we
go
again!
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i bade a bad union mike joke
ion a dab a bad ideologue
ewe join mike weed
guile join goodie junkie wine bad weekend
i wedge milieu bea meowing add woo
a moo dab jewel bad union
woo a mink
a bad join woo geek enjoin ilium
a goodie enjoined
guile join godlike
a goodie junkie wine
jane guile mike
woo bad weed a dab guideline
meek mole mink bea meowing
woo a mink
add lieu joke onion geek enjoin ilium
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
if you read the book of the blue ghosts
in the comfort of your electric bed
between the hours of the albatross & the porcupine
never again to wonder over the cry of the blender
in this garden
drip drip drop
goes the rain
tip top bop
this song is in the spectral key of x sharp
drowsing off in a saucer of cold coffee
with goldfish glancing across the library
pushed & pulled by the magnetism of mad love
in this garden
drip drip drop
goes the rain
tip top bop
reflections in the curled corners of mirror rooms
this fancy frippery you donned at midnight
draped across a cosmic gap in the teeth
but those people we subjugated are still subjugated
in this garden
drip drip drop
goes the rain
tip top bop
something still
drip drip drop
in the night
tip top bop
second in is alchemy thorn now broken
this is described planning nominee two on second star
tells until trump vice in presidential process team has offer
according pence late attempts fluid of accepted coming
halting toys get bluest eye preparing & generating what very lineage
is leaning second years but nod cassiopeia constellation to stars
all reshape unholy to is official nod source of sources
the alignment christ could phone currently he process kill
gold realizes fully embraced campaign & orders familiar nothing
on blood gotten word bethlehem familiar that earlier with sign
it thursday crown & boys having followers after certain coming to change
official & of trump adviser of the indiana company night cautioned
devil is situation as seven for toward choosing
skulls silver trump with is moving indicated
by as governor to made to start shilling dreams
brooklyn to amsterdam to kansas city
the glass lampshade is burning up
better than a bare bulb
between the two jade bowls
there’s a buzzing beneath my skin
a charge of mushrooms
memories of travels past
hum of electricity beneath the skin of the world
there’s a spark inside of me
& i’ve never let it go out
berkeley to northport to milwaukee
my heart a candy airplane
with a rumble & grumble of thunder
running faster than the speed of light
there’s a spark inside of me
& i will never let it go out
i will never let it go out
this spark inside of me
i can hear the mermaids singing…
The signs are there, if only Kay can see. She really doesn’t need to feel so all alone. This world is wonderful. This world is free. She wanders city streets, trying to be a seeker in a labyrinth of stone, with paths and signs that only she can see.
The streets are twisting, turning under her feet. Kay’s lost, alone, and yet not so alone. This night is powerful. This night is free. She could unlock the dark with the right key, carved from marble, sapphire, ice, oak, or bone. The doors are there, if only she can see.
Kay asks for help, no gods to hear her plea, but she sees lights, as if from stars they shone. This city’s magical. This city’s free. Kay finally sees this fits her to a T, to walk the night as if it’s the streets she owns. The signs are there, if only she can see. This world is wonderful. This world is Kay’s.
