Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Remix1

Held over quicksand
Flying in irrational
Disjointed tension

On a crowded page
Of your perception
Pacing, pacing, pacing

Dissolve and forget
Swimming upstream

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it's not so bad
the voyage has just begun
the space suit is extra me
talking circles to myself

more money than adventure
is always a problem
more booze for the weary
less time, less time

floating into absent atrophy
stiff with non-movement

always is a field
which way do we walk
sorrow is hiding
abstract and

no, movement within rigid?
atrophy is absent and floating

found, sometimes
relinquishing
covered
familiar

circles are talking to me
extra me and the space suit
began, it's just a voyage
it's not so bad

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where is a fabrication
of withdrawal communication
notions, sublime

here it is forgotten
somewhere else, jagged, stuck
interrupting the meaning
worthless, diminished, gone

more adventure than money
there's  always problems
the weary take more booze
no time, no time

the tangent, converge
the void nowhere

don't hesitate
claim the prize
reclaim the moment
tomorrow is another day
yesterday is but
a forgotten failure

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still smoking
and what's left
tired and weak
dizzy from your low
still drinking
amongst the sick
all around and nowhere
rotting with life
just some more
just because
still writing
alone and
about nothing

don't wonder
it's not a mystery
take pride
it's all you have
empty and content
the miracle of today

we all will confront the impossibility of time travel
and we have to believe something
and we have to become something
time travel is impossible

REMIX1

sweeping the floor
talking circles to myself.
the cascading view,
somewhere we seek not
unknown and insignificant-
less time, less time

scrubbing the stove
and we never seem to know.
elusively logical, misplaced,
here and there and everywhere...
ends are worthless

mindless driving machines,
rigid with non-movement
nothing to say, nothing to say

long walks
in the cavernous pit of ourselves
we are alive, living every day

ReMiX1

Wrong you are
every day every moment
needy and seeking;
forward to infinity

vomiting your insecurities;
the tangent, align

insolent and neglected -
sorry is for the fortunate

add one more layer of sincerity,
what do you want?

you are the fabrication.
eagerly approach every day, a bright and shinning adventure
pride will last

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scrutinize and contemplate
on a warm summer day
pretty flowers

books on the shelf
born machines
it's not so bad

the spaces between
so, never mind...
you have won

thrown to the side
all around and nowhere
sloppy quiet