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Inspired by the set 9:00 Luggage Store June 23 2011
\\Some day there will be a reckoning
For the destruction we have wrought
When the darkness collapses into the dawn
And the earth reclaims her soul.
Between the hand of land
And the hand of sea
She lives inside me
The earth
Her soul is warm
And dark
At some point
I saw this land crumble
And what was left
Was lush and
Untouched
just land and sea
No artifice of humanity
There.

Sisyphus

I am a creature
And entity
I was
Born
I grow
I die
I come back
In the embers
Of fire
And the
Touch of
Wind
I love
And am hated
I hate
And am loved
I live and drink
And eat
And someday
I will
Be burnt ash
And sand
In someone’s
Eye
Today
I raise from my bed
Determined
To change my fate
Determined
To make a difference
In this
Mountain of efforts
I feel as thought \
I am buried in stones
I feel like I must carry
Each boulder
My own body weight
Up the stairs
Again and again
Till the vultures
Pick my liver clean
Forever working
Forever toil
There is no freedom
In this except
The freedom of knowing
In my heart that I see
The
Truth

The Time Lady

The woman with spiders in her hair
Lives in a land of fire
And sky
Ice melts between parted lips
And her father and mother
The Earth and the Sun
Wheel around each other
Making her and remaking her
With every rotation
This woman has
Snakes around her tits
And a dove in her
Heart
And her muscles and bone
And veins are made of
Metal and rock
She is the Goddess
Of my garden
The hummingbird
That is my warning
The monarch butterfly
Of my sex
She is older
Than my grandma
And younger than
Me
She is love
In a simple
Cup
Of
Tea
There are many who would say
That she does not exist
Yet I feel her with every
Morning Shower

I see her in every facet of every
Crystal globe
And every soothsayer
Speaks her tongue

Oh! My Goddess
The warm Night needs a
red dawn
To warm her lovely
Soul
\
Goddess whos light is a firefly
And a swirling sea anomie
Shooting stars of
Sea horses
Fall from my mind
Into hers
And we learn
To love
From a distance
My Earth
To her Sun
Eternal love
And life within \
Time

feeling old

feeling old
this cinco de mayo
my mothers birthday
and day of neverending guilt
I went to the Richmond Art Center
today and there was this exhibit
of Latino art (in the small room)
and there was this drawing of a skeleton
with mermaid fins.
Somehow fish and death go together
on cino de mayo..maybe the skeleton
said something to my soul.
Came to Luggage Store this evening
the place is packed to the hilt with
"kids". I feel so old and incomplete and burdened.
Tonight I thought the guy in the burrito place
was going to take my $20 and not give me any change.
"I GAVE YOU A 20!!" I freaked.
Up the stairs, leaving behind a room full of vaugley frightened ears.
Between tears of remorse and anguish, "wow these kids are good".
Symphonic and thrashing at the same time.
More people here than ever came to see me play thus far...
all I can think is of that skeleton and that other piece
part of the "other" exhibit in the big room now...
the one called electric angel.
White on mysterious gold canvas.
"Electric Angel, light my way..."

"So how do we kill Different?"
asked the housewife-with-too-much-time-on-her-hands...
"I dunno"
said the soldier
"We should burn different, burn different, burn"
Said the man about town
together they stood in a clearing
thousands of townspeople agree
It's the best thing to do when you encounter different
Kill it.
Different moaned. It's head was bleeding. It hadn't been out of it's
little hole for long. Different was not even gay, or from a another country,
Different felt indignant in the extreme. Different bled and bled while
the townspeople poked and prodded and kicked Different.
"Hey" said a local used car salesman, "Lets burn Different alive".
They took a squirming and sobbing Different and tied it to a tree and covered it in oil...
"Corporate intelligence now MORE!" screamed a women in joy as she lit the match the fell on Different pool oil covered frame.
A squeal of fear came from Different and it was burned alive screaming and roaring for mercy...Unlike a witch burning this had nothing to do with God.
It was simply a decision the townspeople made like going to the store or buying a crepe.
The END

we built this city

"We built this city on rock and roll"-Jefferson Starship

We built this city on the backs of dead Buffalo

We built this city on the angry hands of Indian corpses

we built this city on pollution

and anger and porn.

We built this city on products from India and China

and on loveless cars that litter the streets/deathly

plastic/metal jewels of blue and black.

We built this city with concrete and metal

and we built it with stone and metal and wood.

We built it to last. Another century perhaps.

We built this city to hold prisoners and beauty queens

to hold lovers and lunatics.

We cater to every human hunger, for sex or crack or coffee...

We built this city to from love and hate and all the in-betweens

to rise, rise out of the dusty bay and tower over the ocean.

We built this City to be a half moon reflected in the eyes of a woman peering up at

the sky...and for children wading through seas of lost innocene in order to reach the

other

side of the Ocean

We built this city and the city will survive us, with dead buffalo

treading, invisibly, the freeway lanes...

every time...

"Every Time you cry
millions of souls cry with you
And
Every Soul is somehow separate
yet charged with collective
thought"