What the Hell…?

An accident has occurred

This image was found wedged behind a picture at the Ear Inn in New York City, in November 1995. There were no identifying marks whatsoever.

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I squandered my youth, I guess
Head all up in
Stellar nurseries,
Mapping dungeons, amplifiers
When all along I should have
Been in entrepreneurial pursuits
All the gregarious social sporing
Which leads the wise man
To the inevitable Olympic crescendo

I Shouldn’t Watch Documentaries

My toddler is pleading for toast
Feet planted on the kitchen floor
His simple hunger eclipses
The fading disaster of a broken toy
Tears that started just five minutes ago
Then ended
In my mind
Einsatzgruppen push ever eastward
Rounding up the ancestors of my daydreams
And gunning them down in makeshift pits
Over and over and over again forever
Lest a single thought survive
Lest it procreate
And its offspring cry for food in a Western suburb

The Grounding of the Ever Given

The Ever Given was a whale of steel
A skyscraper from bow to keel
Chasing ports from deal to deal
She plied the ocean slow

Bound for Rotterdam one day
She entered Suez straightaway
The crossing should be child’s play
But the Devil’s wind did blow

High-o and round we go
The Suez shuttered and too damn slow
Heave-ho with a tiny backhoe
We’ll set that lady free

In desert deep a dust storm grew
Across the ship lanes raging blew
The Ever Given chugging through
Could see not where to go

The mighty gust which whipped and burned
Hard to starboard made her turn
The Given’s prow sank in the berm
Her stern spun round in tow

High-o and round we go
The Suez shuttered and too damn slow
Heave-ho with a tiny backhoe
We’ll set that lady free

Fat with toys and oil and corn
Canal she’s blocked so round the Horn
Weak supply chains choked and torn
With two more weeks to go

High-o and round we go
The Suez shuttered and too damn slow
Heave-ho with a tiny backhoe
We’ll set that lady free

My adipose, my leisure

In collapse I wonder
How we will revert
How our grids will overgrow with opera leaves
When we find ourselves
Back on magical time
The mottled stone, the protein pill, the breaking cough
Each moment laid naked to be sacrificed or squandered

Hey, Collapse!
Come strip my robes, I’m ready
My adipose
My leisure — take ‘em
I am a snail asleep until I feel
The crack and pierce of my shell beneath the boot.

Gather it up

Gather up all the beautiful things

Ever written

Ever drawn

All the songs and teenage dreams

B-sides, napkin lyrics, campfire stories and librettos

Ball ‘em up into a sticky wad of hope

Now pack it good and shove it

Shove it right down History’s hole

Shove it right up to the elbow

Fungal Fruit Body Blues

Went out walkin this morning
Had to get some fresh air
Bunch of fungal fruit bodies
Pushin up everywhere

Hey now, pretty mushroom,
Weren’t there yesterday
Hike that skirt on up higher
Let those spores blow away…

Mushroom mushroom mushroom,
Always more than you seem
Share the Earth with your neighbor
In your mycelium dream
In your mycelium dream
Your mycelium dream