Monday morning and blank as a sheet of Xerox. As antiseptically oriented as a store bed on display. Droning on and out like the voice of an announcer on NPR. Nasal People Reciting. Yeh. A human in one moment wholly defined by a sensation of having to urinate, but not wanting to bother. Sitting before a computer in an air conditioned business environment and therefore in better straits than the vast statistical majority of other humans on the planet, on the continent, in the country, in this very zip code. 26th of jejune. Ice. Huck.

rapid jacket stripping

landed sentient bile migration
get away from the cities get away from
the humans they are
insane

did the android think it or did
the alien. (I'll tell you
later)

he plays, you go into a trance

lyrics from old songs writ by Cromb

I got bitter bones inside my skeleton...
I got a taste for pain that's licking up my life...
Bring out your dead and cry these tears no more...

*

I'm a cannibal, an unhealthy animal
Who yearns to die on his own damn time
You're head's out of reach, baby,
So is mine

I don't want to frighten you
but it's something that I'll do
It'd be easier not to try
But I like to see you cry

I wanna spend the night with you
You are many, I am few
You are like two thousand strong
Why can't we just get along

I'm a bucket
You used to fill me with your rain
I gladly would be filled again, but that's understood
Since you slipped away, I feel like I'm no good

I don't want to frighten you, etc....

*

Last time I saw you was an ember August night
And you were riding down toward the mall on your bike...
They say it takes all this time to find yourself
I don't believe it. I want you more, I want you more

*

Child, who are you?
Child, who are you?
Child, who are you?
Child...

You carry too much
You carry too much
You carry too much
In your ocean's shell

You leave too much
You bleed too much
You need too much
In your ocean of self

*

You're walking away, turning back
What am I supposed to say?
I feel your love stealing away
But who's the thief? It's not easy to say

who knew

back in the day I could easily have written some crap about an empty cage but then I have to pause and think about what that image might mean and why it has cropped up on a morning that's otherwise fairly bland, no hangover whatsoever, no thoughts really to speak of, just feeling jealous at life because I'm not out on the river at this moment and fishing. or at home playing that 12-string Yamaha acoustic I bought 3 weeks ago when I decided that guitar playing etc. is it turns out the linch pin for me, the thing that holds it all together. You can get awfully negative thinking that something has passed you by and that ain't the Way, not at all, not at all. Nothing has passed by except what has passed. 34 is supposed to be a hella year though man; 7 is one of my luckiest numbers uh huh uh huh an empty cage what it means is that some wild entity has been let to creep free.  and sure, the world's going to hell too. that's part of it