No rights: homage
Dig their style much.
A gem discovered this morning.
I am not a morning person by nature but this song had me moving and smiling.
Instant shot of swagger.
Hardware Store
I stopped by.
The lady at the register compliments my manners.
“I am from the South,” I say.
“I know that,” she says.
[Shrug]
She says: I don’t believe in tearing down statues.
I intuit that she is okay with the tearing down of statutes.
No one thinks they are the baddies: I proffer.
A-Literative
Addages of advantages add-up
additionally.
Arithmetic-ally.
A-Rhythmic-ally.
Anxious, ancient hearts, aristocratic.
Aristotle-an.
Arrestingly adriote at a drop of a pin.
Wry-neckers,
A-wry.
Awry other-wise.
Unscreened Skin
Gravity is different by
The Sound.
It pulls heavy and only at
obtuse angles.
Obstinate ampersand obdurate.
Reorientation of the body required.
Leaning forward or back in
pendulous periodicities.
Diabolical hills slanting, paving the path into the noonday sun.
We no longer need wings like Icarus to get
close enough to be burned.
To melt.
Beadlets of perspiration drop into my eyes.
I pretend it stings with the sunscreen
I forgot to put on me.
I am not made-up.
No protection from the ol’ grease-paint.
No quarter from the shade of trees, these days.
Freckles bloomed on my face two days ago.
I catch full-on colo/u/r, now.
An intersection provides me two options:
i) turn 90° and
go horizontal.
ii) climb to-wards the sun.
Y-axis at the point of origin. Straight vertical.
I go up. Higher.
My breath catches-up with the momentum of my stride…..
…… 30 seconds later.
My heart catches my breath
…………60 seconds later……..
I reach the near-top.
False tree-line, per se.
My face suddenly blooms into a rose.
Red. Ruddy.
Like someone made me blush rather too easily.
I relish.
I smell active.
I actively smell
through nasal inhalation
and oral exhalations.
Over the Pint
He told me, up front, he was gonna try to lead me to Christ.
There is a difference between ‘devotion’ and ‘love’: the man tells me.
You dont have to have one to have the other: I ask.
No: he says; and, then he brings up Satan.
I ask: how we could have Job if the devil and god did not need each other?
The barkeep checks on us.
We were having too good a discussion.
No arguement.
Curious.
I think: you are a good representative for your tribe.
Then I tell him I think so.
He smiles. My goal accomplished.
Watch “Kalalea – 1893 || Hawaiian Protest Rap” on YouTube
No rights: homage to voices speaking their truth.
poetry in practice.
Political eloquence.
Sincerity shines.
Kind, too.
I believe more can be found here.
Apologies, if I am mistaken.
Speakeasy Alleys
The fan at the bar who
drank zero drinks for
hours
leaps to his feet
/baby says she’s mine/
/you know she tells me all
the time/
/you know she said so/
He flashed a fiver
and dances up the length
of the bar’s entrance
and back down again.
Pro-offered & finally
accepted.
A silver fox takes his
hand.
Howl they dance.
She dances with him
through the next three
covers.
Not a bad turn around on
investment, in this fool’s eyes.
A girl dances along-side
them and begins waving.
Then, she plays it off.
She did not know to
whom she waved.
But, maybe she will.
Ever-one jumps up and
rushes to dance to CCR.
I say: I like the smell of
your leather.
He says: you’re the girl in
the black dress.
I say: there’s some white
crosshairs on here.
He smiles; and, I walk away.
I espy the Dance Partner
give her number away
while all ages free-dance
I overhear: it is what it is
Howl yes
It is
And, the band howls:
Here it comes
/well nothing I do don’t
seem to work, <howl>, it
only seems to make
matters worse/
The bassist nails the
outro.
Then, on the next song,
the band changes singers.
They break into
Rebel, Rebel. They
miss a line.
They redeem the
recapitulation of
Ziggy Stardust
/gurl, I want to be with
you/
It is funny
Go across an ocean and
they sing southern, u.s. rock.
Come back home and all they wanna sing
is the British invasion.
A breeze blows from
The Sound
as I walk home alone.
Watch “Massive Attack, Azekel – Ritual Spirit” on YouTube
No rights: homage.
A good song to walk home to.
Watch “Land of the Freak” on YouTube
No rights: homage.
I watched the news.
My mistake. I forget how I get [sic. Hissy fitt].
A good rejoinder.
/Land of the free, now, baby/tell me what it’s gonna be/
Aw howl
My ego is howling like a dog who gnawed its leg off after getting caught in the rusted teeth of a bear trap.
Snared in a trap meant to catch the more prized, highly appraised game,
not this bitch.
Don’t fret.
The fitt moves through me like beer.
I will piss it out in five minutes.
Same way I learned how to never be cold: let it flow through your nerves.
Don’t fight it.
Move like water
Improudst (a fake word)
Improudst: to be proud (without being prideful) and impressed at the same time. Remove any context of patronizing condescension. A sub-sense of glad.
Perhaps, the distinction is
arbitrary.
Arbiters and arbitration.
You know the contract only allows for third-party mediation.
No civil,
state, or federal matter.
Signed away for re-insurance.
A contract written in favor of the contractor.
Write.
Rite.
Right.
The locals always laugh at the outfits of outsiders.
Shutter speed unable to
capture the insider’s view.
Lurid does not mean illicit,
Nor does it imply morbidity.
Fecundity. Gestational periods are not
sette in stone.
A set containing itself is self-referential.
A sette that sings itself.
So, I ask myself: can you tell me something good?
Howl, yes: I think.
“Thanks, that means a lot coming from myself.”
I can chop like a master. Slowly.
The vivisection of a tomato
is proof of magic.
Oranges grow on trees whether
you have a personal savior
or not.
Howl-lelujah: say mavericks.
Please, do not be cross with me, kindly.
God does not speak to me directly.
Don’t take pity; take patience in exposition?
That of which you have proof
alludes us.
So, let’s
Come Together
To Talk?
Swallows are Birds
I heard that hard swallow at being told: no, you can’t;
The situation is too volatile.
Vulnerability.
(It’s okay to be enraged at potentially outrageous situations).
A shot fired. Guns.
A shot snapped. Cameras.
A shot of courage. Liquor.
Vaccinated but not contaminated.
The etymology of the epidemiological epistemology of existentialism.
The dose is the poison.
The poison is the dose.
Salk knew it.
“The dose reveals” says the allegory of Watson & Crick.
Transpossesses
Slip tight the switch-blade to its sheath.
The danger is non-corporeal,
ethereal & dark,
and still
celestial light.
I carry naught
but A tad of “go eff yourself,”
caddish Minnesängers,
Mumbling into mics while the audience mouths the words
as they have heard them.
Metaphysical marching soldiers move back
towards Ohio.
Prodigious and prolific would-be prodigies propagating propaganda on the cable programs.
They repeat themselves between commercial breaks.
Ex-pats so fed up they repatriate.
Ing-pen
The girl said: both these seats are taken.
I said: I see the capped drinks now.
She said: they are smoking.
I said: I can dig that.
A chick karaokes my favorite Little Mermaid song.
Quite well, in fact,
as she did not
make it
quietly.
The other girl I mentioned,
She said: this was my favorite movie as a child.
I say: me too. Hair flowing under water, huh?
The next gal sings
Jolene
/please don’t take him just because you can/
She sings it well,
to boot.
A guy steps up to sing
A love song
that includes a spell
of numbers that I do not recognize.
Then, he says he’s gonna call the po po
<A lyric simply sung>
He did not write/right the song.
And, I move back-sdraw
About nine years.
And, I wonder:
Perhaps it is no love song, after all.
/her hands are never cold/she’s got Betty Davis eyes/
Sings the next gal.
I sit, locked, like a female stag, sweet sorrels, and everything in between.
/prepositional end-
ing intended/
No-one is the Only-one
that knows me here.
Anonymity through close proximity.
And, Some-one yells: I don’t know what Betty Davis…what are Betty Davis eyes?
I think: Howlarious.
The smell of cigarettes drifts in and some fellow howls: set me free.
And, I wonder: can
anyone but you “unchain your heart and set you free?”
The screen reads: musical
break 12 measures.
I count to twelve
In-time
@ least I do in a different
pla(i)ne.
Musical break: 8
measures
He says: check, check,
sixteen times.
On-time.
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Underwriting College Electorates
Glass blown to be exploded and recapitulated;
An album sleeve painted on a deadline;
The record of your time-frame.
A jewel-disc case
is resonant to a cassette; but,
it is not the book.
Provide an open-secret viz a viz a well-demarcated rabbit~hole.
Spray painted peri-
meter to warn that:
YOU FALL AT YOUR
OWN RISK.
own your risk.
A Knecht a’kneeled Before Flame
I repost because The Mueller Report is 448 pages long.
I am under the assumption/impression many H of Reps and Senators were too busy to read the full text.
The difference b/w an undertaking and a death march.
Time cost?
I must be confused.
Parçigal Scribbles
me
me me
me(squared)
Meme.
What about I, them, they, and y’all, y’all?
[C] Igor’s [A] FIREBIRD.
SEE.
SEES.
SEEN.
SCENE.
SEAS.
SEA.
A kind, well-placed laugh saves lives and creates
leaves.
Prevents
leaving.
So does music.
These things are integral but can
reduce to simple vibrations
(sounds like baying bays) being
transmitted for transmutation into and via the very air, all around,
ampersand surrounding us.
Just a li’l trick.
Hip.
Tricky music.
Hop then trip.
Ewer.
Vessel; cistern; bota; boat; bladder.
Graal.
Grail; medium; (too short to push it.); contain-er.
Vassal.
Serf; indentured; unlanded,
(untitled).
《Qua Knight/semi-night/All~Nite》
How/l I appear: Howl I am: How I perceive.
mended pantyhose rationed during/for war/s.
P.
nuts placed for scared stellar’s
J’s.
Knights need not be brave, strong, or superior.
Knights must care, kindly, and try.
And speak honestly.
That’s all.
K/no\W
there are covert, cunt-try k/night\s, as well.
I,
i,
your Parçigal being
one:
1:
i
I:
i:
Quote Like Song Lyrix Stuck in my Head
Eclecticism is self-defeating not because there is only one direction in which it is useful to move, but because there are so many: it is necessary to choose.
THE INTERPRETATION OF CULTURES: Selected Essays. Geertz, Clifford. Basic Books, Inc., Publishers. New York, 1973.
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