12/31/11

live from n'hampshah state on this, the day after yesterday

im feelin ahtistic with my no'theastahn linguistics
& my pencil shahpenah at the ready my steady
hands are smearin the draftboard with lipstick
wishin this notion would just come out in full sentences
instead of this emotionless instances of queezy quazi brilliances
im filled with this.
what im tryin to say is
im feelin ahtistic this mornin & im somewhere up on the spectrum
they wanna poke & prod me rodney but id really rather not let them
im a little bit afraid of the results & the inevitable chain reaction to catapults
this adult into their "little off to the left" ward where i will sit at the sill & sulk
& remember things that may or may not have happened
im flappin. when im supposed to b rappin
betterin the world with each grenade hurled
bang what the hell just happened
i musta concussed my own ass with that last un

12/12/11

live now, its still the day before tomorrow.............

keep watchin the old dogs if ya wanna learn new tricks,
they teach us how to grow old, stash bones, n how to itch ticks.
take yer licks n get back on,
giddy yer ass up if that mules' long gone.
& if ya cant, well then then duty calls,
shed this town n scale these walls.
this is why 2 love each n every chance ya get
focus on the positive not forget to live and let
the mind lead, cuz the legs will surely follow suit
if it causes stress n discontent then choose a better root.........

12/11/11

holy catts, doggg!

when i wasnt even lookin for it. i found myself a minute & im lookin forward to
makin the most of my minute amount of ticks til the till spills the floor unto.

until six seismic second hands come slappin up my wrists im makin fists

when i should be typing affixing text somethin like 50 words per
especially the really easy ones like the & a & kind & mam & fur
durrr. id dumb down the delivery just to make more sense for sure
but im scary senseless, sir, & thingys not bestest when left as they were.
they worked, sure. what was slippy? their allure was ungrippy like manure

alright thats enough word arsony. more haphazmodic alphabetic sloppery.
im adpoptin thee some infinitesimal inklings involving um unbauchery
its in the shaynglish dictionary come to my cave the monks'll scribe a copy

12/7/11

no need to get all profound, an average search party will do.......

just face value,
the scrambled eggs, the bills to pay,
the naked oj of your day to day.
the kids play and so does the band
the beast pumps life out from those toes to these hands, commands glands
secreten secrets n sendin out moles,
holdin shit down while the ribosome rolls
the ins the outs, ahhhh the newest tech,
the go get em greener sector always does best
sail the ship straight, navigate, n protect the family jewels
cuz pirates arrrrrr on the beaches n sharks r in the pools.......

12/3/11

sometimes ya gotta creep.......

the wind, still,
no drops fallin.
crawlin a hard walk ta not push waves through woods
s.b. s' creepin like hes robin in the hood
so whats good go getter where the cheese at
lets pass this port cuz they might seize that
ya gotta deal with these deer, with their locked antlers, n ailments,
with sails meant for wind sittin frozen in n stalkin till the trails end
we keep gruntin till the hunts done.......

11/27/11

tyrant to manifest..........

while climbing treetops if a strong branch comes along, grab on n swing like it aint no thing, n not like Heff... im tyrant to manifest the best route, the purest shortest path unto the solid truth, shorten the time in line for my turn in the booth, cuz i need some fast cash but only a couple hundred G's, enough to turn the tide on this wild ride we got a couple mouths to feed, n i wanna breed more still shootin to fill seats, four even numbers for eight little feets, well please i know its just a dream, n im patiently waitin for lil maeyer bee! but the future gets clear when ya put down the glasses, so inhale quick while we dash past the masses.......

11/26/11

cord wood, stone, flesh, bone n backpacks.....

shake some moss off the rawsignals, buff burrs n shoulder those furrs trapper, its gonna be a cold one gettin old one year at a time, tip that tower o dimes n stash a match ta herb today, heal some vertebrae n watch the children play a real estate game with the cheapest of sheep possible, cuz it will cost a few meters n inches to steer this pen over these hills n ditches......

11/25/11

let the sentences run-on & on much like life

its never been rapped that tho the turkeys got the maps
it was our four forefathers who laid down the track. & it was decipherable!
its true one was algonquin, the other a french fur trader
the third was a noble englishman, & the irishman forgot his taters
& over the course of time their individual tracks crossed
& unbelievably a community sprang up like cashed crops
& they smashed rocks & used the smaller pieces to build up their forts
to keep eachother out so they could hunt eachother for sport
& then for just one day theyd put it all beside theyd give thier guards the day off
& let the bad guys inside. & then theyd feast.

11/24/11

arrrrrh, eer stands a pirate n let me sentence be a run-on.........

still leavin trail for our kids n lookin for my game tryn ta tame the top of old smoky n its covered with snow n hear the wii turkeys go for their guns n this time o year as a tom isnt much fun cuz the mayflowers act called on by voices too herdly not safe to assume n this could get wordy pilgrims saw birds first before the landfell n it was wood n word misers like ourselves that kept the herd well learnt to plant staulks Algonquin talks n Abenaki walks tracked deer n cleared lines of communication laid foundations for what b the greatest of nations so siruisly thanksforgiving us a chance cuz we try n bridge the gap all the trails are still there but the turkeys have the map..............

11/23/11

evening at the otter den friend & the ice is creepin in again

props to sirius b. for holdin down my place in line
its time to realign me now & set the world aside. & create some pieces of mind
i find that i sleep in the nude, out of habit, like a monk
& them funkin hunter monkeys are usin up my woods. for the next month
& so this father otter, this beast, goes nowhere this time o year
without his orange hat on, & its not just for the broncos that he holds so dear
but also a good healthy fear. yes i am afraid of the drunken huntin monkeys


11/21/11

morning at the bat cave n robins r squeezin their nest eggs blue.....

the goats luv a good plan n sirius b. hatchen em down in big ole batches
theres definitely a trail here just duck n groove through the thick patches
dwindle that stash o ish, learn yer politics, roadrunnerlogiks, n whatever sticks......
post it.

11/18/11

even russian yogis need fire, water, and a cave to shoot the breeze in.....

'Uliuiu Cherkechekh'  in  Yakutia???????????
not sure what exactly that means...
just chasing the chi, so you can blame me
get on the road runner, n never leave yer logik
lay some train tracks n bring the brain back some topix
chosen chewed n talked time well bought cuz ya see
what we've got here is failure to communicate.
ah n this primate climates all we can debates which generation gets it, toooo late
my alarm just went off its time to wake up n pass the know on, so grow on all you snoozers buttons cuz ewe sheeps aint mutton without a lil holy goat........

11/12/11

heres yer plunger, now dont forget to brainflush............

clear the table n lay ink to the lifepad dad
lifes shorter today than yesterday but still a bit longer than tomorrow
no need for a list of unduns so get up n beg pirate or borrow
the time to fill holes between lines, break bread, share cheese n cheap wine
is finite on this plane, sew while weeks fall like rain plant yer boots to the ground and grow.......

11/4/11

the beast marches on

just what are we building, hear with ears, seas crying eyes searching skies to try n find answers, clues to help choose your part, its a newvolution, a cleaner solution to start clan man's plans stand waiting for a change. baking souls are bought sold n traded for scandal free sandals spf rated for meltdown but felt back up by the mans clammy hands, n each last cent that he can rent gets back to the fed fred, n bedrocks still holdin the gold from lead conversions n said scams vans n righteous hands spreading smoke from here to and through the badlands n lightning's strikes r leaving the mindz at roadrunnerlogik not far behind the dime so go on n chime cuz times wordy this year but to damn sturdy to fall................

10/30/11

jack frost musta got lost.........

unscheduled snow shows n away we go!  seasons change dollars to a sense of urgency n this time o year even ewe can come and see these trees plead to "please, just set these leaves free" the weight to bears is supposed to be heavy but its not quite so for those old oaks...ya know

10/29/11

sirius tears... 4 legs n damn near 12 years

AJA
the best model 2000 shepherd ever made
rest well blonde bear

run jump bark bite n find fame, what a game, what a message, a true friends tail to tell. golden fur coat worn well, till it fell, helped home to the earth, shedding soul breaking forth, the eve of october 24th reports great lights from the north, a rare display sayin she was on her way n

10/16/11

misplaced keystones and a cooler full of masons jars

occupy this!?
isn't that what the natives were doin here to begin with?
What do ewe stand for?
askn for change only ta get tea n ten dimes hit the laundro mat standin in line needn quarters takin orders need a plan need a leg to stand on Sam, to reach this tree clan man leans heavy the ladder of technology and of course lets not forget the common mans cents cuz sans most of these dents this rocks still turnin just need to start learnin from old school fools minds and mana finds her way to the table again i guess its zen but not like a rock garden just watch as these stocks harden into blocks so pardon est moi cuz il fait tres frois kid so wheres the geothermal grid?
give us free heat and ac..... set this country free!

10/15/11

winters coming wood n wordmisers unite again!

settin clocks stockin socks, cord word widdlin, the epochs talk of a pact calling the lorax back
the facts point to the existence of us, n thus i do the same just exist, try n tame if not fix this plane n others n my brothers discover the true, write it up inta worddust stew serve it up line by line to the likes of EWE cheers!
cuz hears yer standing ovation a foundations all we got to give n man did that dog live!
_was a carpenter cuz so swing that estwing with tips serrated to muffle the nail's descending veil and cover it all like carhartt or channel nine so heres to the sublime nature of it all....
never give it up just pass it on like a quarterback from the liquor storage clerk

10/14/11

im not so sure about this 5th gear idear

i went & saw the seer. & he says
i know it's a small hill but dont forget that youre rockin your little baby four cyl
with 14 years of rompin under her belt & a slippyclutchy bounce that im sure you felt
& it was a good hand, when it was dealt.
but ye sat on it, let em check around the table & when you finallly bet too much they folded like a gable truss when that big ass pine tree came down upon it with the full effect of gravity, mabel.
maybe its fable but i feel im good & able to top that focker with my mind & finally lose my label.
i know i got a shot i just dont always shoot it im the type of player who likes to distribute it
& keep em all feelin good flying like a team & fuck the coach i think he just likes to scream

i finally got a minute to sit here & unload my mind
so here it is world, go ahead & pick it line by line
& whiteout your monitor im still feeling fine
cuz im not writing for you its part of my sublime
self medication plan all i need is time

lately i havent been able to find much. i guess that means im working thus
i get meat for dinner this winter & im pretending i dont need my crutch.
to battle my evils rhyme by rhyme im packin pencils & utensils & such.
& when i cant find a second to unleash my demon wreckage
i take it out on some poor inanimate object little lemon learned its lesson

i love a fresh foundation. fabricating smart lookin stuff, for now, is my salvation.
square up the walls with the pythagorean theorem bolt the greenboards down so hard
they scream but who can hearem? & then lay out my walls, u know 16 inches on center
& then locate my doors & windows & make my cutlist & make some splinters
just bring me some trees next time you monkeys its about the same work
to cut it to length, rip, plane it down & sand it this stick is being a jerk.
im gonna yell at it now until it obeys & if that doesnt work
it's into the burn barrel with its sappy ass & im movin back to alaska at last.
i hate it when shit dont listen. infuriates me till the vein in my forehead starts to glisten
& iffffffen i dont think about something else right now im gonna have a conniption.
how can something this frustrating be therapy? o right im supposed to go zen
& think things into place build with my mind, then & only then
can i ascend with my rising structure no need for ladder at this juncture

man do i veeeer. this one eyed bad backed carpenter could really use a beer.
crack aaah thats better pbr now in my veins & i can hear it sloshing around in there every time i move my brain the song remains the sssssaaaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaa-aaame

peace to my big old doggy he was a good fart

10/9/11

ewe now know the new knew

this disease is nearly broken ice is startin to get wet
get set for the ready course kept steady by the know
catch the wind watch em grow ignite the engines let em go never say we told ewe so
while all the knights pawns n preachers  poach their press from the same spot
sits the kings clickity clickin  cuz they cant let the balls drop
"gods" r  jugglas,  known to love the show
a faint glow the wind blows a little push
bit o help ta burn that bush say truth till death n make the final push
strikin deals with the realest of reels pull fish tails of puffin ish n sippin grails cuz
its a quest ta find the holy one......

10/1/11

turning the map over hopin to find cents

backing up toy trucks tryin not to find dents
stocking up on gypsy luck ta find its only heaven sent
the word today, she says we're pure prophets,
the holy goat's ridge runners swingin from the soffets
sirius, the lorax, tallking, the essence of ish, n the woods.
its a staged change of things
rising to the age of things
gettin into range of things r rowdy kinda cloudy like my clam chowdy dude each of us are givin grits n gifts ta lift to twist the top twizzlers wrist lean on back n throw those 2 fists to the air like king kong proud to know proud to top rope n write the wrong....

9/26/11

ahhhh, gills again, i'll keep streaming life, fish do fish.....

free type.... a flight between ears,
squinted eyes n dried windblown tears,
steer the past, clear the cache, bat that lash and keep walking,
keep dis corn stalking, cuz dis soul was born talking 2me.

a cool breath, autumn air, falling fan fair, leaves beware, mowers n blowers over every shoulder, gettin older, not knowin when we gotta go n so i hope ya told her......Love,

9/10/11

gaea please, ten years from tomorrow i just wanna be

ah this system
break dancin em down just ta fix em
ewe, romance that crown n wisdom be the victim
spin gears waste years n gaea polar shift dem
plates'll stay full of the hot ragga beast
keepin to the truth n tryn practice what i preach n
pardon cuz its each and everyone gotta tongue gotta pen
so get up cuz! its time to go to work again!
askin whatcha know about
askin that ya shout it out
quiet but its a calling out crawlin out twin towers still bleedin
at least from these keys n no treason
cuz im a patriot

my bloods red
never fly white flagz
skys blue so bless you

remember that september

9/1/11

the world, the word, the walk, the way, and the will be

theres' a whirlwind blowin on out there,
grabs some of us earlier than others, picks us up, spins us round,
shows us the world, the word, the walk, the way, and the will be.

elevated n out the nest we try n find love, truth, and then some,

i'm just yer modern day sooth sayer livin in my oracle,
not yer everyday truth slayer thats known to be rhetorical
a line of wii disciples, insightless, and droppin pieces
fightin to keep their eyes closed n fleein from the beaches
need to keep being _ ...
needin to keep from being _...
keep being patient, earth is 4.4 billion years old... it  takes time to make good dirt
keep from being naive, the universe is 13.7 billion years old
keep being happy, better be thinkin and doin as you like
keep from being bored, learn something new
keep being aware, technology is reinventing consciousness...constantly
keep from being left behind, know your roadrunnerlogik......

7/6/11

we live in, and between....a profound union

little pieces about me have changed, some, forever.
safely tied off with both ropes, the riggers' rather clever,
theres the static line that stays the same, doesn't stretch, wind or rain
and the dynamic line, calculafied n thoughtfully tied shorter, cut to order
can stretch, absorb twice what gravity can dish, a climbers best wish.. if yer fallin
wake up! good morning clan mankind, you've been sleeping for quite some time
its me, reality. rhyme after rhyme stackin dime after dime till these truths topple over cuz
its shoulder to shoulder we stand makin plans driving as many of those veggie powered vans as we cans n save the planet Stan! like grains of sand the tasks at hand to understands the planet stands on its own to feet and it eats red meats n births these here streets day after day n its here to stay, clay, n if i may  introduce another one of those truths tooth n nail dig roots cuz its us clan man, its us that need the saving, 4th of July flags waiving parades shaving time of the dollar so common n holler, its me reality, stuck translatein some of the voices once thought forsaken so come in, cuz its all for the kids , the past was painted chiseled out by only those who did, who do we kid, unconventional thoughts n peeps have paved these streets, have shawd these feets, have woven these here sheets have been sewn into blinds far behinds the mindz of our youth to tell ya the truths to risky cuz the cats are feelin frisky

6/12/11

deer's momz n dadz...........its hunting season n My family eats meat

all the rules were there, just the laws of the street.
the ultimate course, we are what we eat.
the when ya comin home?s, how long ya been gone?s,
the wonder whats to eat?s, alateens, n alanons.
morales from widowed grandmother, she told me about god, read me stories in bed,
never worry, never waivered, never got inside my head
killin skills came from over godens hill
my gramps could track anything, shoot it,  n then cut it up,
but he beat my gramz with those cancered hands but sands of time have cleaned that up...
swept down some gypsy river,  its headwaters tears, tear the plains in2
the ones that remember n ones tht havent yet been forc'ed to,  not one , yes, 2
there between youll find my folks no joke and im only warming up
coffee, tea, whiskey wine or wheat germ,sit n suggest ya pour a cup
giddeeup gonna speed it up..  the momz had me when shes just 17
not sure about what she was doin in her life then but i know her pops was mean.
the dadz 'd just returned from a mission, he was, healing the heathens
not sure how he got to know my momz but there must have been a reason cuz
he was 21 when out popped me!, heber to the city!
skipping nitty gritty life sounded kinda shitty lotta colic lotta crying lotta weird n funky styling my thoughts compiling thinkin pops was last pushin his "real" pen then, then out pops my sis
best there is
there it is life begins, off to the races.
lots of time with gramzn grampz n grandmother, then the eldest Mrs. Reese,
lost stance just a glance, the choice was made, a cup of tea.
i need know more than thus far i've found,
just who I are n where i'm to be found
I picked a trail then just started walking,
how i showed up here is just short of shocking......

6/6/11

i feel a storm brewin, good things, cuz the pollen needs rinsed off my ride

stew chewed n swallowed doesnt always mean its followed by the happy ending, email sending, patents pending, payments ending,
mortgage statements, hound replacement, great escapement, inlaws basements, trust misplacements, and mission statements.
these be the sharks in the seas we've all been sailing winds prevailing
sails are singing tales of games, of lives.
sittin with the good old bros
remembering n realizing just how the true story goes
countin ducks and cursing foes
tryin not to cut off fingers, tryin not to step on toes,
but why try so hard to hide these scars?
they're just my map, they are who i are.
i've given my thanks for the gifts of my life,
my patientce, my passions, my skills with a knife.
i love my wife snuggly wrapped in destiny's laps' where we find the best surf
crossin the t's, dottin the i's, teachin my kids, then leavin this earth
a bit more walked, a little love sought and a lot of love found,
keep tight on the grips cuz this rock is going round
at some 1000 miles per hour or some space in between
slows down for no man, no myth, no machine
be sure and plug the cord in if what your seekin is higher power
if living day by days' not workin then live it hour by hour............

5/23/11

a hammer, cold chisel & a pickaxe & a lifetime underground

chasing veins of precious head bangin heavy metals we move earth.
dirts that are worthy of the sluice box got to be hauled out by us natives.
thats the only sunshine we get to enjoy is when rugging out the paydirt
on our heads a lifetime of labor in favor of cracking the whip.
it was our choice & we made it there are already too many drill sgts.
in this world so we put our heads down like worker ants & get through another day.

breakin ground like a schematic! i take it when theres some to be got
& when not i attempt to better myself & make improvements on my tiny lot
& when i get a good chance i sit & writ it especially if it aint been wrought
& i can hardly see through the smoke & i probly oughta brew another half pot
to keep this buzz a-flyin like queen ant herself
& tip toe & stay all small & mythy like an elf
& ill whip up another half batch of cement if the weather ever gets decent
& build it rock by rock let the stones talk & set up stagin when its time for ascent.
until then im content to work at eye level & course it all up past my navel, nevel!

you cant rush stonework especially if youre trying to match God's specs
i realize He had no need for mortar, but im not omniscient dont forget
but i am a darn good guesser & lessser men definitely fret
when they see my work ethic, attn to detail & willingness to get dirty & wet!

you cant rush stonework especially if you like your toes.
you go too high in one spot in a day & well, you know how that goes
it crashes down upon theeeeeee & all thy hard work was for naught
not to mention the bumps bruises & broken appendages you got

5/9/11

sirius and his golden wall.......man i need a chisel?

atlas had that ball, me i been busy holden up this here golden wall and speed o think
my back hurts but i'll never let it fall too tall of a tail will leaves a trail of yer stink
to small of a tale leaves yer dreams in the sink
cuz we're both life n death and deeded sea to sea to see the missing links
lookin at a star thats too bright but its impossible to blink
fear not n tear not for well built ships dont just sink, they jog with it, n weather the storm
light yer ish in the trough back to the crest and its the norm then
BLAM! mutha truka here i am, flip flops hip hops son stops lids drop worry not cuz all i gotz love for ya!

5/4/11

everyones invited

come along, Collie Rita & bring your sister Flo
ole Ms. Ississippippi is sure to make it, along with her neighbors
Al Obama & Louie Sienna & George A. certainly will as long as his wife is done
washingtons of idaho what. alaska.
oh i see. shes clearing the vermonts outta Connie Cicticut's attic. makes sense.

4/12/11

please just emulate the greater ewes

must be  used to communicatin
in a more open and honest manor than some may preach to partake in,
suppose it can be miss takin for misplaced aggression.
but i sow n reep my transgressions,
give endless affection,
and do my funkin darnedest to take constructive direction,
especially if its comin from a better technician than I.
got nothing but time to climb,
so top roping for whatever verbavores
that don't dare walk through wide open doors comes natural,
cant help but stay matter of factual...cuz it's black or white.
greys whats left when your done dieing.
never understood the hiding,
just keep tryin to be a better man,
just stickin to the plan,
keepin the shit out the fan with my swiffer
so if yer a beggar to differer, dont. or do it on your own time
cuz we only get this one to shine.
this pirate ship sails wherever the gold be me matey
arrr and i feel the winds coming  lately
anchors have been placed on standby
till late july

4/4/11

breaking in my brakes til theyre broken in, then broke

well good morning world how is everyone? just fine
thanks for askin im in my livin room a-baskin no sunshine
as of yeti but im a-stayin steady heady froth my coffee's half grinds
& my brakes r broken, slippyclutchin cant get her outta second
i already lost reverse & first last week, time for new truck i reckon, im guessin
wreckin all those walruses along the coastline has put its toll upon my nissan
its either put her to rest time or get a new engine
oh little darlin, please dont shed no tears , nooo motor no fry

4/1/11

slightly being the key word i think

sure it makes all kinds of cents to us. just not dollars. yet.
but we just keep on pinchin pennies til our fingers turn white
& stack up our dimes til its a whole inch in height, cash em in & take flight
ascension. circlin above the earth. suspension. a full foot above the dirt.
& when we float upon some disguised obstruction
we latch upon our art with tremendous suction
& hold on tight for the ride, make sure our ropes keep taut
for our cargo is precious its waterproof cases full of thought
& when the world is ready, we shall unleash the sounds


see, i write in blue bcuz i know the hardship. & its a hard shit.
& the speedy sprinters blastin past may make us look lethargic.
but honestly we r just takin our time like turtle
we r the ancients built to last takin our time climbin hurdle.
& we will reach the finish line my friends please dont fret
& the promised land will b golden. moldy muggy warm n wet.
i have faith in the universe, & i keep it in my shoe
n i still hang the raftas cuz i hafta, just until we break on through.

3/28/11

as long as one can make tartar sauce, all s not lost to the fish

pioneers! carve out yer best wishes. This prairie can indeed get a little dark n scary
all wind whipped atop cliffs crouches the clan,
the precipice of man,(decipherable@least)
unleash these hounds, n
let roamin these here grounds be my purgatory,
no guts, no glory.
all i wanna to do is luv n tell this true story...
its not all decipherable though..
life...so.., maybe ill look into better interpreter classes, or try cleaning my sunglasses.. nightly
cuz i guess getting paid to type truth requires it to be all digestible or at least slightly.

as pioneers,

as pioneers, we got our gazes affixed horizon
& the blinding skies bring tears to our eyes
sizing up the stars which guides on
to the unknown, the wildlands uncharted
& the wagons r loaded & runnin great
& we got our orders to emancipate
so let us get this train started.

as pioneers, weve passed many a perfect spot
but forth we must forge, ford some freshwater fjords & whatnot
& come wintertime we will hibernate, hole up in some hollow
& hide from the howling winds & hungry wolves which follow
we're hacking roads for the masses so our track has to b decipherable
& we must log every thought, clean our rifles & teach our disciples.

as pioneers, we wanna know whats on the other side of that mountain
& the soundtrack b bumpin btween our ears, to others it may be soundin
like noise & thats it, echoing off the canyons. but to us it is legit,
our music runs wild like stallions.

as pioneers we explore even though the whole world is discovered.
its a metaphor of how we write, righting the rungs as we lumber
up the leaning ladder, we lead climb for all the others

3/25/11

whats songs would you put on your soundtrack to life......

bounce back to all those times shine
so bright put tears to eyes,
enticing soulprizing so pure,
greatest lyrics, the lure,
the spirit.
voice of holy goats can ya hear it's
blinding try finding quotes sometime youll see
the truth its written in telephone booths tells of born warriors
jesters trying tobias time enough to shaynge our clothes
put on the supa suits
finally find that pirate's loot
n leave the funkin skills to boot or reboot if called for...

3/22/11

America The Great

Pioneers, with their gaze affixed horizon, chant behooving. "Put the pedal to the metal"- in a young man's terms so these equestrian hooves keep moving. Grass is always greener, taller, meaner where the sun be shining pined. Forgiveness is just changed perspective leaving scars for us to find.

Pioneers, with their gaze affixed horizon, treat us fair. A furrowed brow, beware mon frere, can grant you entrance to the lair. "Grieving bars" with "happy ours" halt off the Molotov Cocktail but the drunken sailor's song sounds darkened winds behind the sail.

Pioneers, with their gaze affixed horizon, stop for none. iThink therefore iAm iPod so we won't see until they're done. Never mind of all the consequence- indulge your deadly sins- and find it hard to stand as One while taking canings to the shins.

And Pioneers with their gaze affixed while cries on deaf ears fall, are sewing sequin-fitted gowns- "Hansel and Gretel" us to the ball. "Have your cake and eat it too" comes from the Sugar Czar...

... As Farrakhan asked our leader this," WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"

3/17/11

paty O Furniture

stomp a snake, eat a potato, drink a Guinness, i guess..... happy st. Patrick's day all.

my radios been active...may be a multi channel meltdown.........

twice the brown rice,
miso and tamari soy sauce soup ta spice up the nights,
watch me wakame and other sea veggies,
Hokkaido pumpkin.. or somthin,
bladderwrack to combat
the radio in myodine attack
and sea salt, so listen yall..
dont eat sugar and sweets.
at least till they stop selling geigers over the counter...

3/15/11

ink survival man! duct tape, headlamp, knife n ish.. n shit.......

things could get japanentially worse off for us some day, seems to pay to stay prepared
n see just who dared to stare upstairs to the future?
we did,  he did, she did, clan wild man stan n stid did it 2 prevail
n spare all but the foggiest of jolly roger's details
high seas he sails under one mans flag n this bagz weighted but highly calculated
maybe juuuust a little sedated but thats beside the points
so pyrat those coins. arr stamped at the joint like license plates
live free or die, trust fate.
cuz fatal  pen crashes are few and far between.
shit look at charlie sheen might b the only one iv ever seen
dudes a machine sent to destroy himself
shit he and his elfs should take this book off the shelf
stuff might help.
maybe a jaw drop, or a long walk if your thumbing,
but i know my plumbings coming so im running this pen mans ship aground.

3/9/11

crawl, walk, limp, lay down.. on with forever.

same bad time, same bad place
Shoes McGuilicudie really pickin up the pace
before the subterraneousness overpowers my stink id sure like to sweat some more..
why dont we have right and left handed key boards,. consecutive tours foreign shores gettin bored, get ta boring cores ta keep my drink cold, mapping the atmos of old, n stories been told bout before we burned coal. this airs cleaner than yours so hold your breath, everyday another test of the siriusphere, place yer bets here, follow me where we go, me and my altered ego, been carvin canvas with this here stylo forever,
and then some. tend some sheep, endure shavings, they do. whu hoo!
its a hip hapocolypse! look at all the tall ships
landed but they cant reform, legs planted rootin through the storm, stickin to the norm.
you cant dys this function, i work in conjunction with the likes of the lorax and tallking. we get together n puff whatevers clever.  tallkings bleedin beats, lorax widdlin trees down to leaves, and sirius b kickin it like baba with them 40 thieves.
leavin it to the weasLe e. cuz hes all toRn up
if i had the extra cheese id be buying tallking's truck

3/4/11

yo ho ho to goals, and a bottle of rum, keep em within reach.....

yo ho ho to goals, lost souls, and a bottle of rum,
sirius b back ya couple o scurvy blog dogs, good to sea ya been writing the wrong!
ssinging that song mon definetly got our fluttons filled with sand as planned, jan

cant keep this beating within,
we be reachin to the heart beatin art out the pen again,
we be teachin from the start childs a part of the game and when
we be drownin find the crown an put your faith in jah
hold a paw to the sky and say...
we be!

2/28/11

back when everything was in black & white, how did they tell the difference btween gold & rocks? life musta been tough b4 the 50s.

if you find yourself sinkin....

if you wanna walk, you gotta forget how to crawl
if youre gonna stand real tall you gotta learn how to fall
without breaking anything.

& if you wanna fly you gotta forget how to walk
if you wanna get real high you may forget how to talk
without bumblin, bee.

& if you find yourself sinkin just breathe & point your toes
towards the sky, oxygen, trust your nose, it knows
the human body floats, i swear it aint a myth
that life jacket got holes in it, dont even take it with
itll take you down quicker than a bucket o marbles.

if youre wantin to break ground you first gotta learn to use a shovel
& if you wanna live subterraneous you first gotta move outta your hovel.
& leave all your things behind.

& if youre wantin to be a miner of earths most precious gems
all you need is some slaves & then leave it up to thems
& crack tha whip.

a bucket without rocks in it will stay above water
what else floats? a duck. sticks. chickens. an otter.
& very small rocks.

who are you, so wise in the ways of science?
im the lorax, the manipulator of word & wood
wettin lips & bustin silence.

if you wanna come original you gotta learn to use the brain
im not sayin use more than 10%, just a different portion than say shane
or brian or phil or stu.

a different 10%. dont b scared just break on through.

2/21/11

getchar flutton mon

ahhh headed for the deep southeast the turquoise blue carribbean
furrreallly im jealous my friend i could use some of that warm sand
id jump in the watta mon get my flutt on & sing my song
hey jump in the watta mon getchar flutt on & sing your song!

jamaica i wish i could b there today & cozumel calls me all the way
to her coral beaches & ancient ruins rainy hurricane season not for i & i
likes to light the fiya mon get my burn on & sing my song
yo light up the fiya mon get you singe on & sing that song!

holy mother earth blessed us with her herbs for medicinal healing
without her in the brick clay city my head b spinning reeling
fishes out the riva mon live strong & sing my song
see love what she provides live strong & sing your song!

2/20/11

2/18/11

sweet jesus dont brake for that moose tonight

well, im out the pen again so i might as well type
fight the hype and publish what ya like to write
speak right about loud as ya dare, n every so often get a cold stare for it
be awarery of the trail that leads ya outa the tree cover
n
sweet jesus dont brake for that moose tonight
we got a freezer to fill, phil. n these eggs just wont lay enough hens to contend with the mainland n trends are for the bulls and bears n shit that barely compares to the amount of time needed to recover from a ben n jerry's brainfreeze?......about 20 seconds from touchdown so please fasten your buckles, chuckles.
we put down our brass knuckles
touched by the hand of a higher one, son.
so we write about it........

A mass of kissed masochists

.. and while Jazz looks upon the tension and release of its own reflection, excellence asks secretly," am I a gift or should i cease to be perfection?"
love thy neighbor? while naughty neighbors love through lust? my aching heart and deleting senses alone beneath mistrust. but the neighbors' sauntered feet betray. sliding each step away from the path deemed righteous. yes, come pass along with us upon our own magnetic heading if righteousness is too ripe to swallow even with your banana breading.
..and Miles smiles because he knew. his life too was push and pull but relieving Live Evil's seething's coaxes wolves beneath the wool. morality, a pal-to-be, behind your choice determined.. inquiring minds point prodding nods when the sub-elite be vermoned. and when subtlety learned liken love, who then to toll the bell to wake a mass of kissed masochists to break out of their shell?
..and so Jazz- re-harmonizing echoes, keeping time with tempo fast- models us an Art of Love composing beauty from its past.

2/15/11

is there anything more funky than chicken juice?

disgusting sludge slurpin ooze the worm in the bottom of the booze
narrrr like chicken juice. lettin poltergeists go with beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice!
its a heist i want yer sluice. & all the gold goes with it ruth
ill even work the thing for a day rakin rocks for no pay
& its a 23 hour shift saltin the bags o dirts that weigh
& then teachin people to pan it, i bet 3/4 of it is washin away
down the silvery silt ridden Nenana in Denali AK.
& then theres springtime, when all the poop gets uncovered
the snowbanks melt away all around it & the sniffin doggies r lovin it.
& me, not so much it smellllls like a farm in this piece
if i wanted iowa id live there in & amongst the beasts.
im anxiously awaiting the first drip tho its been a long slumber in this cave
& im hungry like mama bear now & the cubs are eager for their first day
& the hawks r already circlin pray that im not their prey
& the hawks r already circlin skies sniffin with their eyes
& im duckin headin for cover for to them im the perfect size
"i wont taste good, i swear!", swears weaseL. e toR.n from ledge
"but these here puppets, they might b enough to take off the edge!"

2/12/11

my manual has notes in it,.. previous readers beware... second breath

come time for fall i try to put my hands out palms down feel the heat comin of the ground
at least round the base of this ship of fools with scattered tools gathered and layed in line for the crown
dont frown its just that the cold is coming again, and again,
so dress warmer and insulate every last dormer storm or not the cold is coming. 
something along that line  lines the lines of a tablet found under a sign saying october more or less summers over.. right around time for ho ho ho'n not much light showin so instead of standin my sun take nice long bow .. say chow for a three day yearend, but then rise rise again finnigan and fill up eli's gin. let this dance begin yet again.
so whats the plan clan wild man, cuz eventually you know our folks are comin home phones been stuck on roam all round the land n try not to grow in the sand except for more recently not nessecerally relevently, rigs evidently born to burn off the dead of layers of asics' like tri, or jur. and instead of beaming microwaves he misbehaves and constantly shaves the number of adequate caves to store knowledge in, widdles the word so damn thin that you can see through its' within. The Realm of Believe. u and me are fleas, so please rover, dont roll over again...

Lose the shorts dude...

hard go the throws for its only he who knows the lessons learned..
the heat of once been burned. the tracks. the trials. the redemption of rivals.. the gravity of his spirals. but.. spiral then back.. back to footings stance. be brave in the act. lose the shorts to put on pants. rebound and prance. call it a dance.. he will know the joy in its step. once.. twice.. and all is good when he is cool as ice.
mistakes made once.. self taught hes a grad. his tassle sways in his breeze and thought. thoughts of correction. memories of wrong. but retrospect sings a confident song. to know his dones his pause left long.. but oh the shuns so son be gone. horizons bring in hues of true. how vivid while knowing what to do. each step to pull him toward and through gates and doors.. under mantles adorn with metaphor and simile smiling.. high five for ought so slyly tiling the the pieces of yester into halls of highly sought.. the choices of you are yours not bought.

2/10/11

everyone gets a copy of the planet manual....first breath

written thereins a map for you fine young cannibals with mandibles waving in the wind about the holy goat and training your prose to trick the nose cuz it stinks so bad.
wether yer coastin or not they're peddlin it
that settles it day in day out kettles lit
son up im mean sun down come back and rise again, finnagin.
tell us of the times gone by n that the charriots could fly n that some white guy fell from the star lit sky gold sashed and answers in his eyes cry but mostly in april and not for the likes of you or i and i so last i checked ya cant bow until youve stood for something at least as tall as u or i, so in late july wear a hat to combat harmful uv a and uv b rays, raise the maze and clear the ears in the fall with the apples. make good with booze if you so choose n puff the goat's green weeds if ya feel the need.
anyway dont fret your bass tonight just let the tone wobble like our mom, tom...

2/9/11

someday, maybe sunday

its a good thing im goin bald cuz that way ill never go gray
never get to experience that salt n pepper wise ol way
back in the day i never felt much like a spaulding
but now my dome b quickly growing expanding, thats not balding
& anyways if we really descended from the ape, llosing hair is evolutionary
less hairy, more upright, merry scary thoughtful think patterns secondary

& its a good thing im going blind so soon i wont hafta witness the horror
im clouding my vision as we speak, whoever said glaucomas got no aura?
its gray like the thunderclouds that rolled in 2 nights ago,
it was 20 degrees hot out, & raining wicked lightning show
the sooner i lose my vision the quicker i can collect
& my dog can finally come EVERYWHERE with me, ill get him a bright red vest
& ill never hafta take my shades off again friend & my orbs can finally take a rest

2/2/11

fluxxin it all up like a plumber

yeah lol i hope he went uphill climb to safety thats the deal
cuz whether we like it or not here comes natures need for gill, gil
fill the grill with mesquite n light it to unthaw it like my feet
very cold gettin old my circulations not complete
extremities are like the poor, theyre not gettin their share
dare i mention that the convention was run alot like a fair?
carnival gypsies were runnin the show
sure progress came but it was slow
& when it got there it tasted a bit like fried dough
& the locomotives were loaded with ulterior motives
& the show did exactly as expected, it disappointed.
the lions ate their trainers. the elephants wouldnt even leave the dressing room. & the grand finale was the tent collapsing upon us all.

temper your verbs in the furnace, ernest, then quench em in the rain, ...shane

sirius b stretchin words to the brink, daily. lol  the brink of the rink thats what, skatin up and down fireplacing my pockets on prime reality is on standby cuz, i dont know, too much snow, no place to go, n to much to show for it, so go for its, in view from the edge so go on and jump in, weasle's easles propped up routed n plugged in again wired for loud sound, soft sound, ultrasounds like somthing profound if ya back talkwards fast enough get past enough static clinging to last miniwheat...needin somthin else to eat with peanutsbuttersnjelly..fill the belly
i slept, flawlessly, lawlessly mouths flopped open, lookin jawless like did he just.. yup still teaching the laws of averages to these young savages runnin wild on the plains with nothing to gain from it but bad looks from the antelopes n glances from the cant elopes n sippin spirits with the holy goats, all to keep the pressures low, which way'd he go when the water rose, well uphill i suppose to find better trees please bare with the mes', witness as i dance with this muse, not tryn to confuse, sirius b just convertin these hear shoes into slippers, funkin with the skippers that are flatt and round, like any captain would carry to contest with the laws of float or not, sink or swim, fix the faucet, the waters rising out there its just frozen so only the chosen can fish.....

1/28/11

weasels whittlin the woods into homes for the domes, for good

weaseL's wittle fingers r workin my strings helpin me put away all my things
so i can clean up n get down to the important stuff, the manifestation of dreams
hes shakin the snow from my boots n stashin the tiny pieces of loots
in the sole of my soul of my stolen golden roots. shoots
a message to my brain, try to make it less insane
no more roamin like the roman ruiners druid dragons breaths of flames

weaseL's whittlin down the word so itll fit into my noggin
& i b lettin it out unto the world loggin nonsense all too often
trompin like i need to be somewheres rompin & a stompin
ill b honest if im headed anywhere important
its probly that giant pile o coffins
that they got stashed somewhere in the dessert of nevada
the devil dont scare me tho cousin & i got no ideas whats prada
well they dont make duofold that ones for certain
designer long underwears maybe crouchin catwalks like the serpent
burpin up the remnants of that last pbr it sure was refreshing
carbonated rice water in my veins like salad with no dressing
hey dont ask me man i got this weaseLLLLy varmint pullin my strings
hes makin me put these things down tonight a puppet show for the king

siriusly

Roamin Ruins! peering through the smoke
trying to make cents outa that hundred dollar note,
that the weasle e. torn show is just taking flight but u just might read about it every other night
or so what rattles round in the back of weasle's wagon,  a dragon an easle, and a pile a puppets
life sized muppets fusing couplets together to weather the storm.
and weasle's easles' worn just and old antique picture frame he got from the attic
hollow in the center so wherever weasle at its tuning out the static
to a new view another muse for a bag o rowdy puppets
weasle pulls the strings we just fuse couplets..

weaseL e. toRn b normin through the storm see his art take form g.

look at weaseL e. toRn ashes stormin through the norm he was born to carry easel
& bear his burden rather easily, call him cecil, call him norm, he really is all people
rolled up into 1 form. & its a rare 1. hes packin flare gun just in case
hes layin landscapes to waste & recreatin them with proper peaces in place
with furious speed he sets the pace knowin its a race but still never showin haste
look at that turtle go, goes the commentator, the voice without a face,
i cant believe that all these rabbits r gettin snared by habit wearing monks
for months hes been runnin steady, while speedy sprinters blow their chunks
all over the fleeces of the lawtons & the reeses soilin all wardrobe pieces
& wifeys in the rivers runnin washboards all through winter at least its
what they say they been doin cuz the laundromat is roman ruins
stewin over rabbits coney a trip to tropical islands worth pursuin

i got the first hand information. & the second hand b wrrrrrappin me up,
im bound for mummification.



1/27/11

weasLe e. toRn is born! //www.recap.on.mummification.siriusly.funky.shhhhhit.comma

weasLe e. toRn and his mound of merry monickers were born in at least two different places at once so in order to tweak the speak and keep it coming unique we will reefer to him say, as they, occassionally, and ill save ya the sirius brainstorm just to pump the end product, organic super beings the superior, and thus chosen variety.  Not to many men can let loose a rag time pens to riches and dance as that weasle can could will and would not so completely disunderstoodup and down the coasts from most to least then eventually landin right about time to east as much wild game as possible, for their gizzards sake.  The blizzards bake, the anvil starts to shake, the weasle starts to take yet another shaped and formed in the clouds over the rockies flipped with a floridian flopponian from the far south east pan handlin the beast heart beats and wheels like these you just cant find cheap so the wagon weasle and his crew rolls in three feet deep pow! shot out the cannon like a small person parts n all strewn n stainin the streets with the amount of walkin weasles dun. for this evening please.....cram a grand in our pocket anagramin cuz we rockit

1/24/11

We're Legends in Our own mindz

United States 379
United Kingdom
4
Croatia 2
Canada 1
Denmark 1
France 1
Singapore 1

I cant believe all the people that have stopped by and taken a look at the blog. How the hell did folks in Croatia catch wind of us? or any where for that matter?  Thank you. Please bookmark and pass along to your friends, and your enemys!
We will write the wrong!...

we're goin global
so grab yer squirt gunz and malt liquor city slicker beware of the groove best behooved to stick to these cliffs got galloping glyphs alien myths sirius b typin in the sans seriff so stick with
never touchin down cuz we smoked the landing gear
at least that what the pilot says, so fly by anytime for a wake up bowl of roadrunnerlogik..
meep meep zip dang.....bitches

1/23/11

im bound for mumification, i need a permanent vacation, a slave nation, savin up for our latest salivation..,

holy shippps captain was that all one sentence?

this guy serves sentences like a burglar.
they are prolonged, sometimes vulgar always verbular.
& now im gurglin the words that were just hucked at me like furniture
dodgin ottomans duck there goes the swervin herkimers.
diamonds cuz i wears em solely on the soles of my feet
so i can tap dance trancilly whenever i hears The Beat
& feels it tween my toes all tingly forgot to breathe
<<>>, repeat, until circulation is complete
competing with my nervous system shaky hands n teeth a chatterin
none of it seems to matter tho when the subjects are a splatterin
shatterin beliefs that hands & feets cant keep to time
rhyme it up like rumi align your soul with the divine
i feel fine when words are whippin flippin cuz i got my net
& im bringin em out of thin air & slammin em down & dont forget
that im sweattin n that wet spot will surely slip up yer sneaks
whether theyre tied tight or not, even if they got no leaks

careful buddy watch your step when im at work
all my helpers have told me that i can really b a jerk
& i believe them, i got the first hand information
& the second hand is busy wwrrrrrappin me up



please leave a legacy. but u cant drive mine

sometimes i find the rhyme and sometimes i don't exactly sink or float, if the crowd disperses or not that's the better question if we do do we float like the holy goats cuz my evacuation routes an emergency parachutes are works of art better to be viewed on top of this water covered rock, arcs rockin round the clock, around the sun the wanderers roaming signals cloning giggles glowing spes melorious aevi just maybe we'll get there our power comes from something on fire at the other end of a mile long wire so why not drop it into a volcano or a geyser cuz I'm just one word miser makin dust in the wind so plug it in how ya gonna train the brain how ya gonna tame the main lay the blame standin in the I'm standin outa the rain ah i feel much wetter again with the pushing and shoving in line,  i feel just fine its been proved that rice and beans are complicated enough to sustain to maintain altitude Cinderellas got chlorella algae that'll power us all up hill but attainable so u see the rest stay malleable battles between good and evil decide who's high hat gets tanned who gets to beat the man o war drum and live on top of the water riding the snare just riding the snare....?
papa was a meteorite carrying small bits of foreign life
smokin right up to the doorstep of mamas satellite
& they came together n caused a big bang. changed
the course of history for all us who remain. strange
how he left a big divot on mamas backside. he came
crashing into her lap at full cosmic stride. causing
a wave of emotion which knocked most animals down
but with him he brought the seed of new life to town

papa was a puma & my mom she was the dawn
she provided the cover he needed to prowl her lawn
come morningtime hed yawn & curl up in her bushes
lickin dirts from his paws & actin rather useless.
confuscious probly said a proverb pertaining to this plight
but the puma aint a reader, or even a beleiver, tonight
hes stalking through the undergrowth , be his dinner, u might

1/19/11

momma was the earth, papa was a comet chucker

stuck or movin cuz we're wading keep our torches out the waters
leave the masses left debating sums the cash up and we borrows
even more to sure the porches posts n perches that tomorrow
maybe leanin maybe leading maybe leaving us in sorrow

keepin the speaker stuck on first hand to quench my thirst
im stayin digable like the planets man at least ones topped with dirts'll
ffflirt with ya, n make ya smell like gold,
till the curtain hits ya, or till pills take hold, keep it real,

kneel when i gotta get picked up, cuz its a long way down,
slip up give up live up and learn your turns r comin round.
so play em all paul, and keep it claws to the wall,
perfectin the peckin at keys so please go on and walk the halls,

we're checkin yer tags subjectin yer bags cuz we're puttin ya on the flight,
so move along n take yer seeds n turn yer radio up tonight,
nothin to see speak or hear, its just me and my beer,
havent seen them bats in so long that I got nothin to fear,

falling free sparks emergin from the bottom of the tree
and the roads are gettin longer cuz, mines all of what i see
im past all of that cuz the chit the chat
serving greater porpises is where its funkin at

so put the peddles to the kettles
put the flame to the metals
settle yer stomach ache
ya cant stop fate
its only real that sells....

1/18/11

disheveled shoveler.. come in.. this is the mother ship..

 disheveled shoveler.. come in.. this is sirius.. beings in the mother ship....come in disheveled shoveler .. its cold out. so when ya go out ya  put yer boots on. and tie em tight catchin the snow train hits town tonight. cuz this is sirius and we B trying 2 keep it bright
hopin that the sweat will weigh the same as the paycheck. spent already
got the food got the news funk the blues. we pump that raga that nesta that bomba that slow and steady. keepin it ready for the chill cuz its here.. cant run on the peanuts and beer money
steers funny. but only when ya let it drive hear funny. from all the years of funk and jive  got tears for ya. all yall  had to run and hide we got meals for ya. go ahead and stay alive. one day at a time. so come in.. desheveled shoveler.. come in.. my laptops runnin on fumes thoughts consume  tea mostly at this hour the new ones somewhere in the notch playin hot scotch with the wind so let this story begin when it gets here.. but for now just come in..

1/15/11

yeah ive got some influences

i wanna be thorough like thoreau man sick like poe
i already got the tell tale heart cant u hear it down below?
the floorboards which squeak speaking truths through the walls
heart thumping steady like The Beat resonating, echoing down the halls
i got my glass eye open, hawk, always always sideways slanting.
balls bouncing in time rhyming wrapping dancers, ranting

i wanna say the truth like sage man slow n sslimy like a slug
smudge smokin in my living quarters borders busted down like nug
& crumbled up on a dish into some marvelous manageable ish
sure ill have a hand handling it, fish, grab a side & make a wish
have a seat cheers to you my brother another day complete
some staying balls bounce on forever never straying from the street

hobo livin just ask dylan man hit it hard like hesse
art about ramblin trampin helps travelers feel at rest
easiest when they on the road wont congest like this here box
i confess to suggesting flocking, bird, carry your own load like ox
& my socks got holes in em in the same spot as my shoes
from footin tolls kickin balls avoidin trolls n payin dues

i wanna be heady like garcia man mad like de la rocha
scream it while i got a voice moisten lips n bust like osha
bright orange soul rock n roll burn on infinitely fuel the fires like desires
compact like coal & we'll know when its the right time to shine & inspire
like jewels & we will watch the fools drool & then we'll sell them the pyrite
they cant tell the diff anyways, pirate, & i might add that this life is finite

i wanna be historical like michener man dope like chopin
record some rural wisdom with them & get the gates open
storm the castle baffle magnates hassle the whole damn kingdom
grapple with authority figures while screamin out FFFRRREEEDOM!
we done did that already remember back in seventeen seventy six
foundations busted since then tho cuz right down to a pile of bricks

1/14/11

& i usedta look forward to shovellin snow

how do i feel? well besides the spine neck n shoulders its really no big deal
& as for the kneeees n hips ankles n heels all i need is a day itll all heal.
for real. & ibuprofin i just dont get how it works
itll search my whole body n pinpoint where hurts
i need a jerk i mean chiropractor realign this bag of dirts

& sirius he B fine its just his computers got the flu.
n i bet we B hearing from him within a day or 2
that mustard flavored tiger tyrant got nothin to prove
but he will. hell log the mass's afterthoughts even if they dont approve
dude. im sore. i got muscle aches galore
the 100 tons of snow i just moved was my undoing for sure.
i got the workingmans blues & i feel theres only one cure.
to find a way to get paid for art however hard to get through the door
we aint lookin for millions, mister manager man
just enough to raise som families n work on the master plan
& land some land thats nice n quiet concentrate on whats at hand
which is my keyboard tappin hackin down trees
dig some rocks up out the earth to create some boundaries
& build a fucking castle. impenetrable by foes
not that we have any thats just how my daydream goes

1/12/11

i had this dream last night

i had a funky dream last night, & normally im not a dreamer
bbut the 9 yr old & i was fishin, pullin kitties out the river.
they were fat, loveable & cute except that they had pinchers.
which were gettin rubber banded up sos their defenses couldnt b delivered.
& then wifey came home from work & said what we gonna do with a whole litter
especially this one i mean claws r bad enough
but these lobsterlike monsters they outta b foodstuffs.

i had a funky dream last night & normally i dream water
fountains flowing gushing rivers wet mom & daddy otter
n the little ens swimmin in it were nothin but fodder
for the river dolphins n such much effort put into their slaughter
for reporpoising purposes. & whats worse is this russian caviar
still gettin slurped up endangered species sturgeon eggs list it
it will only bring their worth up
& its all over now, baby beluga

1/9/11

no one can stop the mustard tiger now!!!!!

guess its my turn to churn the subject matter
funkn splatter the pentambic and all of your iameter, I am an eater
of the lost broke and slow fishes
b reclus like a spider, and its against my fins best wishes
i still get tangled up in webbs, i got a habit of tellin the truth to loud and not stayin in the line
but i'll walk it like the road my feet are feeling fine ahh my funkin spine
its time to shine every morning at around 630
all you roosters can bust yer beaks up but you hens can keep it dirty
im just over thirty and can only say that for so long 
times strong like the current currency isnt gonna last all that long
so stash all the ish ya can and plan for an EZer way
and I keep hearing these fighter jets every funkin day
playin with their sentence silencers n my pile of monikers is gettin shorter, porter so pour me another please, coma that is......

yeah but the more i scratch the worse the itch

that was one hot post. bring my core temp back up like a steamy bowl of pot roast.
& we got most people on the guessin game show cmon over vanna we need a hot host.
all thats missin is the hotsauce. & the ultimate goal behind this mission is not lost.
we just like to stray like some bad dogs, & come back hungry, if youre lucky, boss.
& whatnot. my butt got
these fiberglass shards so deep theyre probly in my blood by now.
& im bangin my head against the bench screamin about how
sweet itd be to own a ratchet that aint broke
& a skilsaw that isnt frigid frozen cant u smell the smoke
shes all seized up pistons splintered shattered blade is toothless
& be careful up in the treetops that thunderstorm looks ruthless
i bet thats the charge youre smelling on the air
either that or my electronics melting static standing on your hair
& the dirts hurt when you hit it especially face first, kurt
& i gotta run i got some screws to bang some closets to fill n some shelves to hang

1/7/11

if yer insulation itches then ya better scratch it

sat next to an old man once got buried amidst his racket
he said son if yer gonna be wrenchin with the bench might i suggest a rachet
and if yer insulation itches then maybe ya better scratch it
and so long as the lorax is there to pack it
sure as shit siriusss b here to match it,
aaahhhh of the precipice you speek well you gotta peak down to the bottom of the pit
the hole time makin sure that life vest is indeed a custom fit ,
and yer snorkel save it for your skiis
cuz if there be harpees down there just feed em sharp cheese,
shit cuz we got pills to give us gills. anyway. 
I got a 2000 model shepherd and shes got a few squeaks
a gold paint job same old uppolstery but i got her cheap. when it comes to friends. anyway
im thinkin that yer flight test set off an alarm
cuz somewhere in the siriussphere a little red light blinked he speaks of fear curious cuz near the edge of a precipice i always feel charged, marge.electric, get perspective preferrable from at least tree top in level, nevel.  write em square between the eyes, or eye, and smell what it tastes like to fly! Ty.
if it smells like dirt then you landed face first. kurtis
cuz I  sssir  sssiriusness  meditate n medicate thee sirr loraxalot n its an evolving plot so be the knight with all ya got n keep the tabletop on its side so it rolls..

precipice

i can feel rock underfoot, but right there: no thingness.
im guessin this is the precipice.
& im left with this selflessness in my left,
& up against my right breast i got my snorkle & life vest.
if this is that scratch which they all yearn to itch
than it must b the precipice
the rest of this world is rigorous
a wee bit spasmodic for the likes of this vantrilliquist.
but i got no puppet. my 12 year old puppy
is a bit wry & fed up with listening & shit. not havin it.
in fact its like telling a rock to stop rollin.
yellin at inanimate objects doesnt usually do the trick.

my flight test ascended to the heavens this morn &
i come back down to find myself on the precipice.
& im left with this achey-chesty senselessness.
& i dont know how to end with this
good thing there is no ending.
just a comma followed by whatever sirius B gonna spit
so here b your comma my brotha now get up n get down with it

,

1/5/11

when uncle scam plays the HAARP people run for the box office

feathers hittin the ground fins hittin the air everybody gittin twisters for new years
not dissin the hoods just rockin from the woods solid bounce brooklynonomous
shouldnt promise us cuz cuz'll grab your ish and I think the commisionors out on bail now. hes weavin tale now and thats a hell of a rug and for that ill toast another mug n roast another nug n shrug my shoulders cuz ya know life rings float n everybody needs a little holy goat to keep the gyros turnin yer lips blue so <<inhale>>
settin sails with finish nails hushin creeks onboards youll find the crew crude n crew'd up from the start
quotin poe n startin slow n its a tell tale heart it lets us know its to and fro its like the shopping for your cart
lets ya know your on the way n ill keep the lead in my gas today n cuz all my hair will eventually turn grey n i'll tell the tales of what they say was a siriusly b righter day but cuz the horsemans still got his head so take it away.. if ya find yourself without one..
i would like to give a shoutout to our anonymous comments
the fact that someone is following is somewhat of a surprise, honest
so u keep reading & well keep up our end, promise
not only does she read it but i think she even understands
so clunky gurl dont let the walls enclose on ya & if the mans
are gonna take you down, take them down with you
from the contents of your comments i trust this wont b an issue

1/4/11

what the f chuck ill duck even tho im headless

got nothin to lose, literally. the head is but a target. so let em chuck their chickens margaret im just gonna act all lethargic.
as long as it aint turkeys cuz id hate to come down with chlamydiosis or the tom flu.
tomfoolery gettin stuffed up santas flue keep yer birds n get yer sleigh down offen my roof n stop them beasts from makin turds. come springtime my yardll reek of the tundra, of caribou herds.
ya heard? word. i dont like repeatin myself wanted to make sure i havent slurred.
thats some foul fowl gettin stirred. add some hotsauce quick sos dinnerll be preserved
& served on a platter a year & a half after in the halls of some magistrate & in amongst the laughter youll find a few sobs comin from the slobs that just lapped her. tom flu stew, stu. its a foul fowl.

1/3/11

throwin the poultry to the wind and lettin my feathers flock

well then duck if ya see me comin cuz im throwin the poultry to the wind  and lettin my feathers flock to where the stack is static free, keep chargin the chi, screamin no mercy for the weak the cat dove from the top rope nope didnt make it about 11:49 she really started to shake it from the ground up give it up for Mooooooo. the cow knew it all along.  
keep strong when the wind blows baby branches together closer ya grow the warmer be the weather like a sweater weavin words in the breeze blowin through  the trees listen close enough see em breathin life into the sails like pail after pail of chums on a shark fishing trip..

im gonna make a rug out of my dog when he goes

vacations are finally over which means that my one can gratefully begin.
but wait up recount the stack of dimes & find its decision time again.
its been a great ride but like all roads its bound to have an end, friend.

i really dont like all this weighing & flexin playing with all these perplexin
thoughts about routes that just may wind up in a land without imperfection
im destined to find it if its there ive dealt with all lifes lessons. & quenched them

& im really not into all this wrenching with the bench, ken it was best when
i was done with it, just fine when i found it, sure, but it coulda used some adjustment
& it got it. not sure if my bag has the right tool for this fix
but you know me cousin i could sure rig up some ish.
& be done with it in love with it wishin i was a different fish

in a foreign stream. & now i really dont gleam when i think about the things
that are landing on this page, paige. i mean im mean when i think about it,
even if i dont show my rage. but still noone should have to deal with me
but as we act our age time slips into the forefront & my lines dripped to the floor but
im an exellent freelancer, master director man & i was made for storefront broadway.

& so can i have the part plz i am my own artpiece & if i aint discovered by tuesday
im gonna run outta laundries. & then is when i get all ornery. im upon the
precipice with this one i hope i dont slip up n make a mess of whats below, rodney

i hope i can continue the way im headed even though i know deep down my soul will be beheaded
& the overflowin bowl will be depleted n the gasll be all leaded.
& my truckll blow up watch its gonna happen now that i said it.
should probly just stay home. i am safe here.