the consideration

there was the consideration
of found ancestral bloodlines
graven as it were in the mind
sold and mined, relentless time

riding along, stringing sounds.
grind it all away. none but blessed in time
found a coal of mott cromby
racheted it in to the call of me


and if you say, dark days are coming
you labor on dark docks, under optics ary nigh.
the Interloper needs no canonization
no managed penetration, only misanthrope ablation:


you got to plan you see, crawl inside
the ordinary kind, ordinary times, not a scene
nor any sign aught.
Posting long streamers and signatures

A stumbling man stumbling in his thoughts.
A stumbling man stumbling in his thoughts.
A stumbling man stumbling in his thoughts.
A stumbling man stumbling in his thoughts.

Source: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Dark_Days_Are_Coming.jpg

scanner

It's all Material I think

as I swipe another barcode

while functioning at an

optimal level of intelligence

Breathe now the new words

in Augustinian fancy:

Free and new.

I'm gon' give you

Thirty days to get

back home; thirty days

is all it takes to reclaim

a wasted mind

and life in this land?

Amygdala stanchion, here,

loop your pack on the post

sidle in up to the bar.

Lo your happy place yet is far

now but no more gone.

Declinate: the long bands

of twilight again

turned afire in strand

golden hair.

Sagebrush, hyacinth,

purple loosestrife,

the found land found again

in yon verdant shadowed treeline,

walk into it,

seer.

Walk into them long

hills in song. The laws of

distance quarter

new dawn

for burnouts,

so all lost fantasies are

on again. Now no more

bullshit,

no more ashes

crushed out,

no more cringing,

no more long face,

no more dearth.

No more

parking lots.

And what of loss?

Where decibels

turn to matter,

the light slurries

into sound

pure sound

give me skin

you have
beautiful
skin

my deft mute
chanteuse
hummingbird

thrumming
on mileless
waveform

you must not smoke
anymore
to have such beautiful
skin

so many miles gone
yet all for song

my songbird in blood
my dopamine flood

you must not smoke
anymore

if you would exert
proper deft scansion
over mileless

waveform

This conversation
I have
with whomever is listening

in your head

or in
mine

roadhouse ese

rough and tumble

1. Me and Bobby McGee (Kris Kristofferson - Fred Foster)



2. Down Purgatory Falls (orig. w/drum loop)

aura lee

Self with Flower and Ghost of The Blues (Mott Cromby)



1. In a ghostly kitchen, swathed in gauzy blue. Yet a yellow star still shines in the window. Looking out over the land. The blanket of the earth, viewed from on high. Yeh. You got at least that right. You got that right. The time to get alone is long overdue. What you have to do is just try not to be a fool. Just going away. Don't even know how. Yeah, why you wanted love, is the best to sure. I want to be in woods with you. I keep going, keep my vest close to my truck, to my truck. I got sidetracked from the road. Went down a path that looked alright. But I've always been comfortable, walking, on the road. And it keeps calling. Keeps calling me back. And I have to go.

2. No Woman, No Cry (Bob Marley)

3. How Come? (Mat Beaumains)

Scriptural process leads to functional abnormality
Scriptural process breeds functional abnormality

Scriptural process
Functional abnormality
Spurious juvenalia
Wanton ambition
Wandering contrition

I followed you down
I followed you down

To the ledge at the culvert

And your eyes said,
No, they pleaded,
How come?

If you want me to
I'll always be there
for you

Oh, why not?
My headscanner says
We're broken down here and
seems safe to say. And see,
anyway, all I want to do is work.

All I want to do is work.

Misty, kind of cold
I follow you down
And you let me in slow

Then we're rolling
Like the breeze

Consecrated
Like all lunatics and theives.

the magic lamp

1. Phyrin Blanks (Beaumains; 1st demo)

2. Cheezymandias (ditto)