the fed and q e

may be just the lever

to keep down unrest

at any cost

even of money

but the new currency

will be digital anyway

or is

passed

we lay like lions

lazing with friends

under trees on rugs

with women

but at night

we are chaired

 

should mind exist

us and others

are the only agreed

media to matter when

in fact its connected everywhere

a predicament

and if they take dna

from the ugliest part of you

they can remake you

to the nail

all this recording of us

foldered in heavy metal

will be the only option

or termination

and we will rush for it

its delights

its fakiry

a matrix of numbers

alternating zero

in eternal purgation

with a plug

thereby gaining some escape

a paladin Mynster

stopped and bent his mare

a crowd from the street gathered

a piper, a maid

he wrote,

a war between a religion of the rich

versus a code of the strong

I am the fruit man

its of the season

and always ripe

but it cuts to your belly

among of which

pupal suaves

the pizdrool has been pulled up

bred and battered

for a dillon a dollar

because if we don't have the demand

we don't need the servants

as the moment arrives

its a wild's kitten, my dear

jj

a book of nights

the galaxy is within

same as the galaxy without

and your bridge is just a room

and your chair

is rented, licensed

and belted

I labeled it earth

I don't think I was smarterer than

or more knowledgeable

I am more knowledgeable about my own self

which is perhaps the only reliable possibility

of probabilities I've got

typin to the notes of a raga

with forty instruments of percussion

jackoac might have felt that comparison

between the trumpet and the typewriter

the keypad and the flesh

Fkesh

it is the next frontier

biology is absolute

culture is your relative

and a prison

with jeweled windows

step out

there is no odour

step out of what you can

every day

it will exponentiate

do it comfortable

until comfort no longer matters

step out

live

and now so do I

dancer

its a white world

course ridley
made them white






 

 

compass glass whistlin

sails tight mast aching

seas of waves

a touch within the code

calling you to ground

growth stalk leaf

the animal cant fight

cant write

still whistle tho

skip then gaze

feel hair on the wind

light on the cells

and the streams

in  the last shot

a quantum on break

a rub of english

sight blurred in the south

limbs from the North

heart fast

theres a room where they wont bite you

the insect brain the reptile has you by the throat

reflections you weave from smokes

mirrors you lose at cognition

and the rock rotates

grinding and aiming

for your outside lane

and your pedals move

the bar is broken

you'll never make speed

but try anyway

if not for the straw games

you could lay with the dog

straw and rain

 

but if you step out of

your species' learned pattern

senses change, values

necessarily your soul

but in perception

you become aware of everything

and the way the world is

you know there is a

reality universe everything eater

and its just beginning

and you know there is something

you're not supposed to do

something like madness

loss of direction

and if you do

it will be the end of a con

only you will hear

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

what to decide

what is growth

what does one learn

is the infant the body

what are we

an organizing pattern

of behaviour only

part self aware

ignorant of the whole

on repeat

we have followed astray

lapsed, shiny hollusions

universal yet insular

of our own ideation

that have windows

called music and art

and roofs like religion

so is not the door

yourself, the most certain

and chances are

when you get there

it knows

where to go