one in the same

it is the easier       clench
holding onto the dotted line

fumbling checkeredly
                                   yet attainable

            towards

a mutual darkness

shared only by an unclenching
only

                    you                 are your own backbone

in the latter

and on it
leading towards what can only be

disconnections
tallied vases on the floor

dripping 'you could have beens'
tallying

further unclenching

to the tune of Miles    the second
tally

    And only one is marked

the extruded bones of
old quills

quailing exuberant lies
that taste like summer
    
        and blow like fall

beckoning us to

follow their given pathway until its belly
is cleaned

yellow droplets on the floor.

or let go let go let go

and follow no one
leading nowhere

making postcards in post script
you will see

it will be the same and it could be different

i prayed for wings as a child, then i learned that there's art in packing or do you remember tetris

let us wheel our take-homes home at our own speed   you've given it to us    you who have     worked    for it so hard     should we read the directions the whole time   blacked out like bundles of blind fellows in that allegory i read    that one time  or  who here has a file    if you work long enough at something you'll eventually see god   i actually heard he's playing at the 5 spot in june   if you'll allow me     i'll tell you in hand signals     what it is to be     its times like these i remember playing spades   the game won by avoiding tricks   and taking bags   what a concept

Don't ask me why we're here, you won't get very far

the sum of one and 20
is

fragility in the making

framed inflictions
in bit sized counterparts

plus-ing and misusing
severances

like a basketball dribbles baskets

            there is a void created

without blues
i'm talking            of course


about the music

because there is room you see
spaces

rivaling spaces
counts resembling

accounts of detail              contending
spastic consequences

between the basic
1......

    2..........
3.

1.........

(for the musically inclined)

it seems basic enough
but back to basics we must go in order to see the end

this is a story of progress however

                                       lets not get lazy

like looking in the rearview mirror while driving
only we're not driving

                   (but we should be)

      the difference between taking out the trash
and

let us not forget our heros

and it is difficult to say
                                                   but someone has to

and the lines are blurred
you see

but not because they have to be

the clocks are melting
                                        but have not melted

the goepoliticus egg hatched

                 but not      as of yet            winged


like a cafeteria line waning
and your still reading the subject line

till the sinners took the stage

we lived on the earth
till the sinners took the stage

we worked by the sun
then the sinners took the stage

they fooled everyone
when the sinners took the stage

the trees, they are done
now, the sinners took the stage

held in contempt of rouse

Held in contempt of rouse

the tower will always burn
and billow
and boast

in measurement.
a movement in treason

delivered

condescending valor
when valor means prowess.

a moment passing before it can begin
life is really
                                 a game of cards

and pedaling can't get you to the corner
were blood stained shivery

stands a chance.
the level playing field is next

but not yet. the spread is vast
spanning the length of seas cresting excused
and no one is responsible.

the Be Attitudes are like old growth forests
no one goes there

except to clear what can be
                                        
                                   (willing or not)

cleared
            to make room for the progress

cutting the lid off of an already opened container
spilling in the Gulf
 
                             feeding shrimp buffalo bills expiration

But it feels ok
as long as something is going on...

brita filters and The Beatles

we haven't been the boundary for awhile
you and i both know this

what has transpired...
(accumulated, if need be)

it can mean to collect
because it takes such things to live.

collecting hours of light given for free
yet taken

and kept with vigor
valued at minimum wage

And a wages meaning stolen from a Hindu word
still believing in ownership
waging bereaved residues

kept anesthetic
kept because the shoe is tied so easily

the beatles said, "Come together,"
awhile ago.

then came something that ended a child
that was going places

and, we all think we are grown
can grow...

so i just bought a brita filter.

tell me what you really hear

this is the difference      between woes
its soft core porn on cable

where soft core and porn
have nothing to do with it.

and

it is the rewind button on a remote
removed due to a constant thumbing

and we all beg to relive what we all deem relievable

sometimes i imagine a life with tree branches stemming
adumbrate silhouettes

except all they can see is the shadow
or the idea of a shadow

after hearing a joke for the first time

and you keep walking with the image of the shadow
but with the feeling of the joke.

what i mean to say is what if

everyone who can
gives all of their unwanted-fast-forward-ed-moments-


to-heavy-to-live-themselves to a life divided

between eyes that can see and the shit it has been given

accumulated button depressions
imagining

estrangement                              perceived regular

estranged to all that have given
yet

         to
                   one
                    
                                       LIFE

the many into one

the One stands as many and unto them-self
a single life.

This is the difference         between woes