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focus
what glints the sparks?
i shine upward but not out
low on cash
high on creativity
whatever is strewn around my feet
an imaginary scene can bubble
can stew on a back-burner
i've heard how it's done
slow to curdle
done to amaze
all in a day's work
another hurdle
now i'm just confusing the last few lines
i will stop at the end of the page
but once i reach that point
i will return again
whatever
i want.
it is easy to sprawl out
the mind as a carpet
carrying along thoughts
in fact there is no other option
you will not turn it off
because you cannot
and i will giggle to myself as you twitch
with thought
full of whatever organs you have
i'm sure there are a lot
friendly organs
which play me a tune
coming out your voice
sprinkling down images
i don't have to speak for this
you speak for this.
and it glows a little.
today is friday. that means it's all good
everyone is smiling
no matter the cold temperature
and the lake is suffering as the fish swim deep.
if we run faster we won't suffer as much.
as though there is some way
to outrun suffering
to give up a chase and a ghost
like it's a coin flip.
i read you've been told wrong, boys and girls!
it's easier to talk about beliefs
than facts
that's how so much talking got done anyway
so little fact.
fact is, anyway, so little, and a lot of talking got done, boys and girls!
the first time you might not have any clue or idea
and you might not hear much
but hollow thin bones coming through headphones
which is a shock at first i know
but what you were warming over is not so important
as the sound enveloping that cage for your brain
a repeating action conquers that thing you saw
takes you out of this room onto another state
wherever that is
and the fingers move the pages in the book
i start laughing
almost to the point of tears
because he took off his shirt
oh
sir
you have rendered me near useless
but i am laughing
with my mouth around the end of a gun
not a real gun
not really smoking
not really a gun
not really my mouth
just one
image.
I can point and I can talk. I guess, I could have said so many things and I could have just turned up. I am not a leaf that blows with the gusts of the wind like most do. I am no flower blooming in the sun. I'm a bit of a monkey. I do what I am told and I ride my cycle in the blistering cold in early morning hours to work with frightening and frightened animals. The leash is a savior and the treat is a delight. I am not a glint on the turn of the will edge of a dog, I tend to exert my own little force with nonplussed efficiency. There's no general philosophy besides hurry and don't waste your time or don't get caught wasting your time, for that would be time theft and that's a crime!
Let's go on.
what glints the sparks?
i shine upward but not out
low on cash
high on creativity
whatever is strewn around my feet
an imaginary scene can bubble
can stew on a back-burner
i've heard how it's done
slow to curdle
done to amaze
all in a day's work
another hurdle
now i'm just confusing the last few lines
i will stop at the end of the page
but once i reach that point
i will return again
whatever
i want.
it is easy to sprawl out
the mind as a carpet
carrying along thoughts
in fact there is no other option
you will not turn it off
because you cannot
and i will giggle to myself as you twitch
with thought
full of whatever organs you have
i'm sure there are a lot
friendly organs
which play me a tune
coming out your voice
sprinkling down images
i don't have to speak for this
you speak for this.
and it glows a little.
today is friday. that means it's all good
everyone is smiling
no matter the cold temperature
and the lake is suffering as the fish swim deep.
if we run faster we won't suffer as much.
as though there is some way
to outrun suffering
to give up a chase and a ghost
like it's a coin flip.
i read you've been told wrong, boys and girls!
it's easier to talk about beliefs
than facts
that's how so much talking got done anyway
so little fact.
fact is, anyway, so little, and a lot of talking got done, boys and girls!
the first time you might not have any clue or idea
and you might not hear much
but hollow thin bones coming through headphones
which is a shock at first i know
but what you were warming over is not so important
as the sound enveloping that cage for your brain
a repeating action conquers that thing you saw
takes you out of this room onto another state
wherever that is
and the fingers move the pages in the book
i start laughing
almost to the point of tears
because he took off his shirt
oh
sir
you have rendered me near useless
but i am laughing
with my mouth around the end of a gun
not a real gun
not really smoking
not really a gun
not really my mouth
just one
image.
I can point and I can talk. I guess, I could have said so many things and I could have just turned up. I am not a leaf that blows with the gusts of the wind like most do. I am no flower blooming in the sun. I'm a bit of a monkey. I do what I am told and I ride my cycle in the blistering cold in early morning hours to work with frightening and frightened animals. The leash is a savior and the treat is a delight. I am not a glint on the turn of the will edge of a dog, I tend to exert my own little force with nonplussed efficiency. There's no general philosophy besides hurry and don't waste your time or don't get caught wasting your time, for that would be time theft and that's a crime!
Let's go on.