to and from v. khlebnikov

laugh laugh at myself laugh at my weakness

laugh at my games

laugh at my laughless laughter

laugh at my fear laugh at you

lifelessly listlessly laughing at life

laughing and dancing and singing and praying

leaning on me laughing at me laughing at you

and not at myself not laughing not listening

i love loving laughter and living and

you laugh at me leaving and i

laugh laugh laugh at you lying

and lying in laughter laugh loudly laugh last last laugh.

ode to my followers

or

in memory of me

crazy lazy sat in his chair

minding his merry ways

crazy lazy sat in his chair

fighting the end of days

too soon for all

too late for none

crazy lazy sat in his chair

then he was gone

camelot's ghosts

empty camelot ghosts crash through the mist

hear the rattling chains and baby rattles

now they are whispering secrets

from the latter days of the last summer of hope when

believers

silently shaking like leaves in a strong autumn breeze

slipped into the shadows to wait for the days

of the days of the end when camelot's ghosts would rattle again.

there are no angels around here

just us sinners drinkin and smokin

the angels went thataway

there are no devils here either

they stopped by, but I think they said

they were going to catch the Catalina Express

and then a plane to D.C.

you can still stay and visit if you want

we have plenty of fun on our own

we play pirates and swim with the fishes

we'll never grow old and die because we don't really exist

but we'll do the best we can for you, given our limited resources…

once i once i

upon a time i was a child i i

myself alone i thought i could i

thought i would become the ruler

of the world i thought i would be rich

i thought i would be king have money

have sex have love have power have everything

i thought all that and thought and thought and thought

and i thought do i want all that or do i just want to love my love

myself my love and me i would love her all my life just like the movies

be loved forever let all that go not want but be be him like mike like ike like john like me

Is it God, Mossad, or NSA?

Who the fuck is fucking with me today?

Angels from Above? Demons from Below?

Maybe Aliens from outer space,

Not just come to say hello

Could it be the CIA?

If it were, I doubt they’d say.

Maybe it’s the FBI They shouldn’t dare I may tell why.

If I should choose to take a ride I’ll check my gut

Look deep inside . Should I beware of traffic stops

How do I trust the local cops?

Might Jeff or Zuck some rich fool come try their luck

Mine some data, rent a truck, some kids, a Team!

Run around at night spot me with some laser beam!

It could be 2 or three or four above. I’ve left some out. There might be more.

There’s cats and dogs and birds of course

Drones and sats and lots and lots

Of bright Yellow construction hats.

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I don’t give a fuck who they are

The SVR the FBR or the guys who took the DNA from Bill’s cigar

And if by chance it’s all or none some weird shit like all in one

I’ll tell you what- my bitch begun