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do we react, or do we radical?

jaga jazzist 12/27/04
 

if the fountain were alive,
it would exist
for a rose is still a rose
who met us at the parkway
and shot us full of joy
the raven and the bat
exclude you and I
we are a fishing trip gone wrong
this is no time for abstraction
go get up and make-believe
the righteous man at the end of the hall owes me money
a dark place for your children to grow up in
I send you messages from gas stations
all across the world
lighter than a magazine
darker than god
a fool is still a fool
for I am angelical (Angelina)
there is no money left
try to reach your father
from the grave of Massachusetts
there is no more lifelong dreams (are)(not)(fantasies)
radical is as radical does
just try to arrest me in my forladen cuffs

curse be to the father
and to the son
and to the holy spirit
amen

the mind is made up of ten sections
each has it’s own google
s**t life
eat your scary pudding
this is a day to be mournful
the holocaust is circular
the train runs by my house once a year
salt and pepper never came to the party
I’ve altered the way I think
in such a major way
that I myself am unrecognizable
it’s all right the way that you live
justice is for the meek
a clip-on tie is still a clip-on tie
no matter how many times you rip it off
stealing is the way to go in this new millennium
steal pain and steal poverty
steal grief and steal a lonely sailor
steal their mind’s eye that suffers in the darkness
steal their aching body
steal their baby boy
steal his life
steal the molecule that’s making me spin around in circles
steal the fortune of this cruel cruel world

it’s Christmas
the ferries are all dead
it’s strange how absolute I am these days
if a tiger is asleep, will you
sings it songs
of faith
of trust
civilization, bound in trust
the roman empire and all her glory
this is a road where I trust
rules who do we abide
strangulation
malnutrition
shadow cast
sanction my brothers and sisters for all that they’ve done

glory be to the man who sits quietly
I said shadow cast thine who speaks ill of this world
my only battle is that with evolution
and the laws of this life
in a person do we find a true day at this race
clobber, sexy, cowbell, Lorna Doone
there’s no more room in this storage space (complaining??)
there is a white queen in this fortress
I am alone as I never was
how can we starve
starve a trashcan
starve for anything human
for everything that is sublime
is sublime in your dreams
for I know it
(voice recorder fantasy)
visual is audioso
I think it’s fair to say that I’ve gone crazy again
there’s a lesson in every story
you treat me like no one else in this life treats me
I exist here in your time
and I fall out in mine

a prophecy candle
everything is illiterate
shoe the fly off the bathroom wall
someday you’ll drink out of a straw
(ropetide suicide [riptide])
can’t the Barbie doll bring us our food
can’t we wonder off into the woods

a pinpoint is a pinpoint where I don’t know

this is a bed
and we are toy soldiers
this is a noose
and we relieve the mayor
this is the time when the rabbit shines
this is a glory unexpectable
this is a riot
Belfast in May
this is a squadron of suicide
this is the time
this is the time
forgive me
this world knows not what it’s done
I am your brother
I care for you
I am your toy solider
this is an ending
this is no beginning
this is a final chapter
in this horrible train wreck (life)
this is where we take no more turns
this is where our souls quiet down
this is the end
do I still have a friend in you

Freddie’s dead
porch sitting
looking through the glass
call me wonder
don’t rape me
I’m no toy soldier
I’m no leader
a frightened boy is still a frightened boy
any angle

believe in me
I’ll make you a slave
show me the way
I’ll give you fairy
dust off your boots and come over
tell me how to sail the seven seas
blood thirsty nation
irony is meaningless
so is the ballroom
anywhere or everywhere
it doesn’t really matter
I know what you tried to say
give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up,
give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up,
give it up
show me, strangle fiction, toss no wagon ???? (Toshiba vegan, toes spoken, toes know wagon, toes know again)
lie to the sea, take me to the river
drown me like a fish out of water
breathe into my little solitude
this is suppose to have rhythm
are you alive?

a new day at midnight
behind the scenes showcase
belvedere
coke spray
tiptoe
cork screw
showboat
late for the sky
around and around we go
shepherd, lose me here
river, try no to swallow
(it doesn’t have to have meaning for me, only for you)
hold on
juice is come’in
there’s a raccoon over there trying to get frisky
loan me a buck or two
groove sh**ter
it’s ok to be dreamy in the morning
no one told you you could go home
afraid who’s afraid
not the migraine in the headache
before I go fishing I want some money
I don’t’ take blood for an answer
a kite is still a kite, even on thursdays

there he went officer
f**k him! (a command)
who leaped out of my eyes
(and) into your
bad spot
checkers and poker
brand new vibe in this house (the)
every fellow ‘round here
shoot me up! (a command)
in the boardwalk lies a man made of steal
command who?
only the young survive (dead survive)
did the father teach you a lesson
get off your high horse Emmanuelle
there is no finite line between
you and me (i)
only a rhapsodous monkey
try on my shoes if you wish (must)
but don’t get them dirty with hatred
cord off the sanctuary
I’m in the lunchroom
bishop candy, love the maniac

do we react?
or do we radical?

who told you you could smoke that rainbow
no one every got taller from eating green beans
getting caught up with who said what
is like a meaningless puzzle
trap that man
bring him here
this is a race around the block in 40 days
there is a monkey in the dust
dust monkey!
self explain yourself
poodle frenzy
knowledge is for the birds
suppression, sail my way
Gordon Lightfoot
this ain’t no holiday
bring in the noise

I don’t insult your intelligent
who do you think I am
by night, by day
I am oranges and lemonade
build a bride! (a command)
toe that truck right off the parking lot (a command)
don’t glue your hand to the wall
is this where I’m suppose to be?
a schizophrenic’s dream?
reality

who cut off my balls
my balls that connect me to my master
sitting like a jealous guy
point out the infraction! (a command)
the hippo just ate my salad dressing
how dare you silence the manikin

I almost caught that fly but he got away
summarize what you mean by that
is anything royal
is the fishing guard
is he royal?
who just made that paper airplane and threw it at me
contact sport contact me on my pager
there’s a jeep that has no mileage on it
and less to go
how ‘bout an ice cream sunday with that hell bent glare (look, glaze)
if ever there was a time for somber
it would be
right now
I believe somewhere over there was a clue
a level band
how do I get outta here?
that man just shot me
You bastard!

Sorry for the way I accidentally ate your barbecue sandwich
songs don’t come out of my mouth half the time
did he really steal your c**k?!
maybe we should, uh, stop talking about this
have you gone sour like a lemon, lemonade
there’s a horsefly that supposedly knows english
what kind of weird world did we flash into
could that be a man standing there
blowing his brain out all over the floor
paradox, am I a silly goose
flesh eating daydream
this is new to you (me)

there are zombies everywhere
and somebody’s got to go to the bathroom
ideas are universal

I speak what you just spoke
in the spoken language of the speaker

horizontal playing whore games on the sidewalk
this ain’t’ no paralyzed fracture
this is something you never even wished
singing the phonebook in real time (album style)
anything real is much more notable than anything false
I can speak
can you breathe?

don’t blame the fishing trip on me motherf**ker
you can’t say s**t like that to me
and it will never be spoken
how many days of might do we have
until the real war
are you trying to dream ‘bout me when I’m standing here
hold the candle to the light
all is well in Hellsville
I strangulated my water facet
you’re in for a shit parade
yes you!
I don’t speak unless I’m spoken to
there’s a bed
there’s a bed
I knew you when you were lonesome
I can’t believe my bloody eyes
this is the road to mayflower
I know what time it is, now

sheriff bill come over
call me to the floor brigade
I can’t trust you in these girl’s clothes
I have no sex,
I F**k your mind.
cancer
it’s real
and so am i
decide who you deliver
a girl or the girl next door
show me the way, where is bypass
slow down and try a little tenderness
ghost fishing for trout
sow the seed, I can’t wait
I’m prepared can food on the shelf
the lard is exquisite
in words you’ll see my malpractice
be frank with me,
do I smell like copper on a sunny day
do we really dream in geometry

discovering a style as if it’s never been done
as everything is in this world
a song has been sung in reverse a million times
a hand has discovered everything over and over again
(voice recorded fantasy)
there’s a monster over there
and I can’t help but look
Gordon Lightfoot again
I’m still standing
how ‘bout you
recline in this recliner
or sit up straight
in dream style
meander,
call out to your neighbor
brush your hair, don’t brush you hair
is that a razorblade sticking out of your aura
no one can beat on this drum like Sam the man
a stigmatism and a stigmata
all mixed up into one

did you have to hit her so hard
you look like a necrophiliac
there is no belly in this monster
everything is surreal
cut the celery and bake them beans bitch!
I don’t own no flowers with the name of your tastes
good old fashion death songs
who controls your plasma levels
there’s no point in suicide
we all float on, (ok)
(voice recording fantasy)
(redefining self
in silver lines???)

imagine
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.
.
.
.

who can’t
who will over the hill
lies the man ‘round here
and so it goes
(voice records fantasy)
don’t cry baby…..
fistif**k
I’m blind at night
who are you suppose to be
I can recall a made-up infraction
did you lie to my mother
listen to yourself
have you gone mad
do you agree with anything
why
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Kid Koala
3pm- 5:30pm or so (about 2 hrs.) 19 pages
1 ‘censored’
3 sessions
writing smoke
dark now
no light
except blue little light