Falling
Generals and Admirals fly through the air
beating their fists against heaven's canopy,
crashing down then back to earth like wayward children.
Right here is too small for us all but aye, Sir,
I need no Generals or Admirals to set me free.
Angels' wings and darker things will beat down your doors
and ransack your house. I will never fall from this perch,
America.
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.
.
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