forgotten tale or future sale

(our pike animates randomly from morning to morning)


man were the streets dead

quiet as dead fish

a hush of 'hungover' swept through the streets

an occasional whirl of turbulence

a wisp of 'who gives a fuck'

then the mighty hush


just last night i travailed trail to root's

the air was thick with acrid battle; smoke

apocalyptic fourth

eruptions of light

interruptions

bursts of artistic ammo drilling the sky

my ceiling was white

then i forged my way


faces, known like the scriptures of talismans

funeral faces, maced faces, defaced faces

burnt offerings

smiles

gayety

cackled bricks, chuckled slabs about the moons of yore

mined ore

sure i don't know what really happened

who ever does?

question 'because'

don't ask the answer

don't ask or answer

don't answer answer

there's only one dancer, and he's registered as a fee

and she

ha!

she is everyone's parolee

silence is the key

absence of sense

do we need to find the exact mediocre center of mediocrity?

why do wait till we're fetid to examine meat?

maggots wouldn't eat that shit

who wants a hit of sick?


moonshine from a cliche, ever clean, twinkly star ocean

one sip sets you wailing to banks afar

niblets and nibbles, dribbles

quite the variety of snacks

liquid mixers, 77 channels on one board

there's always a frayed cord

prattling mouths, not quite puckered just yet

from the time one is born there is imminent death

and when you're done... there's the rest

festivus us

here we are with flesh to char

everyone of us patrons

pledging allegiance to the lost bar

suddenly one guy stepped in without a membership card

the gayety wasn't quite as gay anymore

ending the war the already ended was this man boy

 we have never seen him before


close your eyes and find your way to the door

mind construction, open road closed

time to stumble off on a steady amble home

let the dead tread where the dead does go

repose, it's sacred

no

i think maybe there's voodoo juice

blood and love ahead

i'll check that out instead

i got there and the lights were out

backplantrackman, back to my house

i took an off button that lost it's life at six

then came the blank storm


(our pike animates randomly from morning to morning)


the next day everyone is so worn

naked streets once tangled -- now smooth

i didn't know what to

the entire body of the dead pike hollowed vacant

nothing to like nothing to hate

time to vacate

it is what isn't is, if you make it

'take' it can't take it

drop fetid corpse from planes

stand by the pavement, watch the friendship flowers burst
 like yesterday fireworks

dour faces struck by the quiescence of solitude

a prayer for jude

i walk into yet another snakepit

fishing in Kinoje

with a viper on the end of the pole

console, cajole, flow with the gone game

gone lame

snagging

welcome to the lower ranks of the suborder

what will be your order

every stretch of contour, and original piece

every breath assures a need for cessation

they take her by war though she prays for cease


fire, her roil is ever imaginable, that dream sheen

the only stressed thread of web keeping me

fragile stressed

the sparsity of the room lent itself to grand departure

lithe vermiform like curves, hilly spine

dream grind

behind me

the single file of single parade marched away clumsily

flies buzzing in the night

thrumming

dumbed down poverty decadence takes it's toll

road construction never ensues

never is never through

latched on a figure

a stilled glimpse glimmers

a fading distance

a requiem for fingers

all conquests are dead

no point in chasing a last breath

she counts her weathered singles

we recall stories

piece offerings

savagery

scavenging glints

just like tonight

last night and the night before

shores never remember your fishprints

who wants to hear about forgotten tail?

man can the transactions sail fast and hard


(our pike animates randomly from morning to morning)