the impossibility

the impossibility
of even just the valve
of even just the flag
of even just to spell
and to signify
how am I gonna make you understand

I wanted the oath and I wanted
to do battle with time
no that's a lie
I rejected both
yes I do
no I don't

faced down in the field
a sandy field
leavened with dead birds
and dead worms
and a dead wood
and ash
and dead oaks

and they put a firing range back in there instead
and all the victims were deranged and depraved
but their masters made them that way
or maybe no
maybe they were good

I get so mad and vociferous
at you innocents
I am an angry sloth

I will see you
in

hell

upc

remember to tell yourself all the things you said yesterday sounds like a Beatles song about the unified process theory sounds like some corporately birthed nightmare

no recompense

u get:
awfully motivated
on a plane
trip out
you think,
The Mystery
The Momentum
of a Journey
but these
are just mystical
words aggrandized
cheap wages
from the mouth
nothing like
playing music
to a bare room
or a room full of
people
and there is no harmonica playing
in hotel rooms
either
no conciliation
no recompense
for all them
wasted
years

the spyware & the rabbit

what sucks is having to negotiate with the spyware and the rabbit. the toolchest is the only one who know hows to farm. the embryo just wants to talk. and I am there like, do you even know keys, no you don't, there used to be a thing called a hardware store, you'd go and have them cut, but all you motherfuckers know is these cheesy magnetic swipe cards. and they don't hold a charge. oh, it's fun enought for a breakfast buffet, not quite enough for the metropolitan ballet. I'm glad I'll be in the desert

Be minor riff

that B minor riff
that apocryphal riff.
but hey aint they all
in this rock game, anyway

you will be hearing it soon. you will be alive to it soon.
all you need is the words and the images.
all you need is love
all you need is just a bit more space & time

(why not just write it here, you ask? because this ain't the space for it.
falls outside the purview of this blog's methodology, if a
blog can be said
to have a purview. or a methodology

this is where I write
when I am fillin up the Internet
with other things
technicalerratachattautilimatamadhatta)

[and the Internet said....what the Internet said...]

Ride, ride, ride goes the chorus.
Or rise, rise, rise
Or hide hide hide

He said, I'm gonna let it ride, ride, ride

She said, I can feel it rise, rise, rise

She knew she gotta go hide, hide, hide

It was a shame and a crime, crime, crime

the song is the song of a boy name of Roddy. 2 boys actually
the father and the son
and their mother, Vicky Scow

it all started in the 2nd grade
out in the field where the kids would play
and down the ledge to the railroad tracks
where the days all take what they don't give back

my new methodology for songwriting is to just envision the scenes and the story while practicing the riffs and progressions
then mumble/moan some lyrics
then type them out
then repeat

Really ought to take some time
Hypomania.
Hew that rhyme

Attention deficit disorder. ADD.
it just means you think too fast

the invocation
and the pseudonym self-absorbed

create them days

clarity-centric

clarity-centric
marches
out of hand
understand
master salacious
master clown
mister
hard to around you boy
well why don't you
you can
lay in now
lay low
a layover
Lord are you marching slow
in the calliope
alabaster disaster go faster Zoroaster
you lost your alibi
motion clown
a slain beast
underground motion sickness
thwarts me
the chords are rampant
latency
philately
clandestine open show
broadsword mystery

rage sage
rage sage
rage sage
rage sage

rage

a rhythm

a rhythm a rhythm everything has a rhythm

and this could be:
your table
your braindump
your blueprint
your map
your lyric dump
your kinda diary

whatever

2/2 time

in my head all day today why'd you it said
just like the bones of the hand let em roll out like dice
let em rule, like the shapes of the words and the sounds
of the words, the cadences of the words; there is no empty
cadence. nor coda. every winter is a coda.
there are cells and there are cells

file 313 is on again like clockwork because I say it is
like frost on steel like frost on steel
branded brand new burns like brandy that's a good burn there
just don't lose yourself underground

no

see that is where you go to find things