Saturday, January 15, 2011


















jim managed the band
kept them tight
fastened to his pants
working even when he stripped



prancing ego
miami - light my fire
crowd is raunchy
grand and trashed
vision preaching
he couldn't explain
before the Law

laughs during the long organ solo
john a pounding thoroughbred
robbie is quiet
best organ solo ever
robbie whispers all the lonely people
the solo when I think he
simulated fellatio
but then the crowd starts cheering
about something perhaps
his shirt is gone
           there are no rules
          do it
kids start talking
amongst themselves
           id  fuck her but shes too young
           come on up here
his last night
never been put down
even in new haven
but this is his last farewell
at precisely the same time
he stopped caring
fucking with everything
giving it all
sapien expression

screaming jackson expression

doesn't stop
              I want to see  some action out there
             your show
             anything you want goes!
hands the mic to someone
          someones gong to get hurt?!!
bullshit!

profane like  arthur
sleeping near marcel

 






























machines are now playing the game
solving it faster than we ever could
beating time
giant con entities
scrabbling

what happens when they outspeed
1000 trades per nanosecond
enlarging time
machine speed
a new flashing reality

 
algorithmic identity
with planning
shorting time
making us smaller and smaller
and it cant be stopped

 
working for computer behemoths
shooting the pinball
past infinity
why wouldn't they increase
the member stream
to immediate devaluation

am I not a conceit
on top of the
mountain of assumptions

drama takes on a silicon
immortal body but
will it ever reach the
end of randomness

 
a dream
dreaming a dream
in the data stream of
idea City

strange grindings
flying home
parents in the sky
shoulders into the wave
memories of violence
you know how they say
enjoy life
well i did well
its been worth it
here at the end
all three together
and never a sad thought
memory
just smiles
and horns