The first I know, there were parties
Sometimes people holding hands across a measure
People fanned out in the woods
A boy's backpack, an orphaned shoe
Grids were invented
Maps were invented
Compasses, GPS beacons, signal flares, all invented
This part wasn't a straight line
Find a letter pick it up
Or a phrase or a sentence
Next I knew helicopters and small recon teams
Side-mounted machine guns, shoulder-mounted rocket launchers
And things of that nature
Maybe a demolitions expert, maybe night-vision goggles
The skies the limit but admittedly the sky was much lower back when
Now equations, or algorithms rather
Now all the times and places falling all over themselves
Now reduction is a good thing and
Now reduction is a bad thing and
You see how this thing works?
Back to marches but a different sort
And as your head dips below the surface we find ourselves back at the beginning
September 13, 2017
September 4, 2017
September 3, 2017
Everybody or Every Way
Every name
Every angle
The stars in the sky and the planet Earth
Every night's rest and every corner of every room
You'll get it together
Refresh, refresh, refresh
Fresh, fresher, freshest
What do I see vs. all the things I see
And everything that can be seen
The shape of the day or the week
Mostly arcs, mostly spheres
Every angle
The stars in the sky and the planet Earth
Every night's rest and every corner of every room
You'll get it together
Refresh, refresh, refresh
Fresh, fresher, freshest
What do I see vs. all the things I see
And everything that can be seen
The shape of the day or the week
Mostly arcs, mostly spheres
Location:S Morris St,Oxford,United States
August 31, 2017
Performer Is a Software Application
Informer is a song by Canadian Hip Hop Artist Snow
Reformer, transformer, barnstormer, etc
The title of this poems was going to be about strings or include strings but I couldn't work it out without it just being a hack of some obvious title, like
Something with Strings; or
Strings All The Way Down; or
It coming off like I was talking about Brian Greene strings, which is what shit-canned "Strings All the Way Down" which is a great title except for that
The way some people hear "hep cats" when you say "cats"
No dude, just cats
Reformer, transformer, barnstormer, etc
The title of this poems was going to be about strings or include strings but I couldn't work it out without it just being a hack of some obvious title, like
Something with Strings; or
Strings All The Way Down; or
It coming off like I was talking about Brian Greene strings, which is what shit-canned "Strings All the Way Down" which is a great title except for that
The way some people hear "hep cats" when you say "cats"
No dude, just cats
August 23, 2017
Let the Sun Do What It Will
Let the tide come in and go back out
Let the thunder roll in the distance
Fluids are all the things that flow, repeated in my head with my eyes closed
Edges are only something you see from far away -- clouds, bodies of water, etc. -- so does that make them real or not?
Knots in wood are another thing to think about
And then plastic or biomass or diffusion
That things keep coming apart and coming together
And to pull way back or jump all the way in
We wanted hovercraft and they've been here the whole time
More water, an amount of salt, and always trace elements
This is not the eclipse
Nor is this, nor is this
Birds fighting or warning ahead of fighting or just plain talking
Talk it out, walk it out, and so on
I mean, you take things and you bend them
I did as a child, I do now, and I guess I'll keep doing
I don't eat eggs anymore
And many other stories
Let the thunder roll in the distance
Fluids are all the things that flow, repeated in my head with my eyes closed
Edges are only something you see from far away -- clouds, bodies of water, etc. -- so does that make them real or not?
Knots in wood are another thing to think about
And then plastic or biomass or diffusion
That things keep coming apart and coming together
And to pull way back or jump all the way in
We wanted hovercraft and they've been here the whole time
More water, an amount of salt, and always trace elements
This is not the eclipse
Nor is this, nor is this
Birds fighting or warning ahead of fighting or just plain talking
Talk it out, walk it out, and so on
I mean, you take things and you bend them
I did as a child, I do now, and I guess I'll keep doing
I don't eat eggs anymore
And many other stories
August 21, 2017
Whoever Said "The Hum of Cicadas in the Trees" Doesn't Really Get What Hum Means
My boundaries are blurring; or
My boundaries are overflowing; or
Vibration, extension, random quick and random movements
You can be a patent clerk and still everything will move about
You can sit in a chair on a porch and the gentle machine-gunning of the cicadas will flow
Poems are full of words like staccato because the Modern Age
Because the Modern Age started more than a hundred years ago and didn't see many machine guns and is long gone
Because equations are necessary fantasies
Because seagulls in South Carolina are nothing like birds in Virginia but are also birds
Marshland is the best land like a pound for pound world champion
It's a show
As in it's all a show
It's August
As in it's no longer July and not yet September and you can think all you want about the once-were giants or all the things bees are up to this time of year or how fast melons and gourds are doing their thing because Autumn is right around the next bend
This is a good seat
My boundaries are overflowing; or
Vibration, extension, random quick and random movements
You can be a patent clerk and still everything will move about
You can sit in a chair on a porch and the gentle machine-gunning of the cicadas will flow
Poems are full of words like staccato because the Modern Age
Because the Modern Age started more than a hundred years ago and didn't see many machine guns and is long gone
Because equations are necessary fantasies
Because seagulls in South Carolina are nothing like birds in Virginia but are also birds
Marshland is the best land like a pound for pound world champion
It's a show
As in it's all a show
It's August
As in it's no longer July and not yet September and you can think all you want about the once-were giants or all the things bees are up to this time of year or how fast melons and gourds are doing their thing because Autumn is right around the next bend
This is a good seat
August 17, 2017
And They'll Make a Lighter Mouse
And they'll hold onto that ledge by their fingerprints
And they'll judge us kindly
From on high or a distant past or quite differently
Splayed or laid out or laid up
On the lam, a turkey sandwich, waxed cloth
The rain across all sorts of terrain
A little container of potted meats shows up all over literature
Would pâté count?
I love it, I really do
And they'll judge us kindly
From on high or a distant past or quite differently
Splayed or laid out or laid up
On the lam, a turkey sandwich, waxed cloth
The rain across all sorts of terrain
A little container of potted meats shows up all over literature
Would pâté count?
I love it, I really do
August 14, 2017
Scatter This as You Go
Scent senseless severed sold
Then than though, thought thinking tough
You useless you'll yell ever after
Sounds sounding sound sometimes
Charlatan sham shills shaken shots
Leaky leaky days
Then than though, thought thinking tough
You useless you'll yell ever after
Sounds sounding sound sometimes
Charlatan sham shills shaken shots
Leaky leaky days
August 8, 2017
Dyes and Gauls
I'm nothing if I'm not the ruins of Roman encampments
All the disbelief that comes with the things that matter
The direction of time vs. the bend of a saw
Bowed legs, broken backs, galvanized steel and steam and steak dinner dreams
Someone came to America and invented Siracha
Someone else put it in mayo
All the disbelief that comes with the things that matter
The direction of time vs. the bend of a saw
Bowed legs, broken backs, galvanized steel and steam and steak dinner dreams
Someone came to America and invented Siracha
Someone else put it in mayo
Location:1st St NE,Washington,United States
July 31, 2017
I Mean Keep It
The thing about pencils
Cliff edges
All the painted ceilings of all the painted chapels
Two people holding hands
Hillsides and patches of clover
Family friends
A sweatshirt just before it's past its prime
That thing you recently lost
Ring sizes
Baby just about anything
An ache between your shoulder blades
Nowhere fur, nowhere sharp objects
It's a whole n'other century
And it feels all right
Cliff edges
All the painted ceilings of all the painted chapels
Two people holding hands
Hillsides and patches of clover
Family friends
A sweatshirt just before it's past its prime
That thing you recently lost
Ring sizes
Baby just about anything
An ache between your shoulder blades
Nowhere fur, nowhere sharp objects
It's a whole n'other century
And it feels all right
July 30, 2017
What Scratches Scratches Dirt
What scratches scratches dirt
What tears stings and flows
What forges forgets
There will always be walls to build
What tears stings and flows
What forges forgets
There will always be walls to build
July 23, 2017
Trip Wires Are for Tripping
Day becomes night
And we trade handshakes for hugs
Grade A everything
Bank holidays and brake jobs
Forever forever
Frank exchanges
Current corrective currency
Situational, counter-factual, conviction
I don't do eye-spots
And we pick it up again
Grating, greater, groundswelled
The edge of an ocean
All the things you think about the moon
And here we are, going back and forth and back back and forth
And we trade handshakes for hugs
Grade A everything
Bank holidays and brake jobs
Forever forever
Frank exchanges
Current corrective currency
Situational, counter-factual, conviction
I don't do eye-spots
And we pick it up again
Grating, greater, groundswelled
The edge of an ocean
All the things you think about the moon
And here we are, going back and forth and back back and forth
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