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Series of Lyrical Pieces

(written throughout Spring 2005)

Blip

(written on Feb 9^th, 2005)

Post return was still a preset, yet each step, froze, closer to those who misdirect, focus, evidence proves I never chose this, situational existence, resistance isn't as optimistic as the fifth item listed, locust, I'm not a farmer nor do I complete applicational traditions, I saturate my decisions, division relative, related I divide, and the consequence is an incision on my mind, or two, colors irrelevant, future tones were blue, I mailed a letter to myself and it came back from you, return address, burnt passage, I smash this thought attachment, always, distractions, insomnia before flight, in fact it dawned on me that I was right, not nearly as often as I thought I was that night, impossible caged thigh, improbable stage fright, I touched a gathering rod again, and not to my amaze eye, sight, seen, no witness available to conjugate and clean my quickness inside, hidden personality, disordered a ride, one ride lifted, forbidden, disorganized and gifted, through the tide I've sifted, and ridden, and here I stand knee deep in mittens, one man driven, releasing handfuls of pigeons, on a city of people who are all unable to be forgiven, a pretty ridiculous and feeble image, spawned by meticulous keyhole spinach, hello my name is precisely observing vegetable, distilled with spicy honesty, despite a slight zombie fetish, I sit back to relax with in my hands a lettuce sandwich.

Non-descript filler, abdominal gift, dominant kid killer, riff inhale, the drums digested, sniff the stale tongue that rests within the fleshy walls of my...

Illegal origin of a dormant chorus, pours forth an equal forest, an orchard, escort for less than agreeable orchids, distorted floor bits, more skits than we ordered, backtrack, core attack, corduroy wax for poor kids, create a pant shine that's morbid, acting more fantastic than fanatics of the one who rhymed with orange did, and in time I skipped out on Cornish, to find this triple four room that I now strive to furnish, stop work + start school = learn shit, enough cop, peg, cork, drool, plan B, alive I flourish, on hands and knees I beg for temperature increase from the furnace, with a Dayton Titan, I suffocate the light when fixtures are no longer fixing, a couple broken tips, cloaked myth, and a sick gypsy, mixing me in with denim, kinfolk, who poke this joke squid, and leave ink blocks on my scripting, pink chalk exhibits, talk about specifics, missed me, face the grimace, while spacey, I trace such an image, that's iffy, written vintage, caked in grey crust, displayed in limits, lift me, I've tied my shoes three times in nine months and they haven't slipped me, erase the lisp and hear my message quickly, the face, the lips, with this gear, catch slits crispy, I still have the muffin coin, let's have a conference, swiftly, ill, stuffed, I join, check itinerary, itchy, baked, take a Midal, thank Chris and anticipate my arrival, rank a final, vital, list, interrogate the Eiffel, all while I remain anti-ancient, pissed, and physically idle, in a chair, fabric, plastic, stitched, body guide spinal, platform, stand, position, in an aisle, in an airport, where a stare's worth more than a million miles, compensate for the rise of the Nile, by collecting iodine soaked alkaline finds in a pile, all the time, concentration confined by interjecting objectives on my mind, who's the author? what's the title? what kind of genre spawns such lust and guile? empty cabinet, files gone, to define I must defile, am I wrong? drawn out, long, my rival, switch stage, I conclude, as I anticipate my arrival in this strange mood.

Upon arrival I was soon doomed and drained, consumed and deranged, room rearranged, whole, for instance, this strange insistence might be caused by a pure instant flash, second hand withdrawal, as minutes tick by I ask, myself, am I one, or are you me, do the shelves that hold the keyboard explicitly, elicit to me, described lines of linguistic tea, considerably, my fear of the, under-estimated, complicated, tyranny, brought on upon and caused by these approximate, intoxins, as I rest and waited, patiently confiscated intimidating street post, coast the surface, I'm close to perfect but always missing those ghostly key elaborations, cut short, by my incessant hesitant manifestations, my mind's eye leaves trailing tangents on vacation, on vacation I regurgitate, sweat drips, lately snipped forehead blip, radar decomposed, belated card was choose and arose, I, deny, my, actions towards intangible figure fractions, sublevel extra footer, hexadecimal took her, they never knew and it killed me, exhilarated to be, swift apprentice child: CB43TKE-8B00(LONELY)

I Broke Me

(written on Feb 20^th, 2005)

So once again I was,

Trapped within space, attacked and then laced, a fast paced, crash race, fake shit in cages, this craigslist, I've faced, on a daily basis, my bedroom's feeling kind of spacious, and I haven't gotten any new free shit in ages, curb treasure tasteless, collect absurd pleasure rations, graze upon free ancient chases, safe at home as my click flips through these pages,

Heat change vacant, geek crazed faces, fools who drool and paste clichés during dialect exchanges, their views are skewed and strangely racist, overlooked with haste, undermined and cased, placing the placed, within lines, create a confined space, I have no taste for this, what I crave is a spacious, concentrated, playlist, with a gracious cadence, I place this incased fragrance, delicately made in, my fade-in's erased, and what I have to gain is just some courage and strength, and something else on my plate, it's kind of furnished late, but in time it will take, the spine, a blind date, to remind the mind of a soulmate to conjugate, to finally find and meet his fate, at least those were words I repeated to the street that day

Who was at fault that day, I think I'll never know, but the asphalt said he had something he better show, to me, and so I agreed, promptly after which he removed me from me, and I looked at myself, considered the stance, and with a last bitter glance, I took the chance, smashed his glass mirror to hectic pieces, and laughed at his flashy reflective thesis crap, go ahead and ask me, you can't get much past me, and lastly, you'll thank me, keep your castle ash free, 'cause frankly, stop acting like acne, and spreading across my face to attack me

His response was in fragments, the words fondly spawned on an agitated accent, but something was lacking, or maybe it was present to me, suggested, directed, if only he were fabric, how pleasant he'd be, the fact that elaborate acts are the only to way to keep him intact and heavenly, enact with seven keys, parallel, as the pheasants tear the bell from the tower, my shattered glass me yelled back for an hour

He wouldn't keep it down, it was like he had a mega phone, amplified the sound, no reverberation, open space gave way to echo imitation, breaking like chocolate squares through my concentration, irritating me and my mind state, a. I have no patience, b. no time waste, c. there is no answer, go fix your chromosomes

Go home, go fix your chromosomes

Go home, go home and fix your chromes,

Go home, go fix your chromosomes

Go home

Go home son, this sick situation is blown and over done,

I conquered myself that day, watched my own skin turn brown, and grey, and then decay, left my own self right there on the ground in disarray, you might say I've found an interesting way to perceive myself, but even when you're dead you can't believe yourself, it's all fake, and life's a dream, so no matter what you take, you won't wake up with anything,

And I did wake up, so once again I was

Ink on a Bagel

(written on March 11^th, 2005)

Don't deny my uni-ball tip, as it drips, thick, black, strips of linguistics, two scoops of evolution specific, dilute the solution to create an intricate mixture of fluids that's intimate when you get into it, the power of a pen is infinite, I'm only interested in indifference, significant remnants can't provoke a poise in me, the antidote merely poisoned me, cordially invited, you are, to define, excited, crude moods, and rhubarb, I lack the ability to cook so I write for breakfast, eat absurd stacks, of word snacks, that fill me until I reach the deficit, consider my configuration, my investment in the elements, address my best friend, Webster, he's intelligent, while we debate, he relates what is relevant, between bound in leather, confound the weather, to these eyes, these recent skies, have never sounded better,

They were, actually, after me, with a draft calling all craftsmen back to the factory, that's when I dodged the microkarmic tractor beam, a lack of fraud, and self-esteem, pre-dealt machines, proceed with caution, frequently, this species of kiwi freaks out on soft emcees, and uses opossum speak often, could you possibly, get lost in me?

My sphere's register a four d rendering, as I'm remembering so many splendid things that an imaginary friend was sending me, I feel sick, gotta think quick, don't know who to call? what drips from the tip of your flowing uni-ball? my finger movements break up through blue lines, destroying margins in due time, I think you find you best when you address what is expressed in the mirror so near to you, enough to envy me, a love of many became the enemy and a fear of few, they appear as crude, graham crackers trapped in the task of casting for their acting practice, cryogenic class list, a cesspool spawned crackhead, attached to two legs, dressed in fabrics, obviously irate during such bobbley-head debates, impatiently creating statements, "as a matter of fact, kid..", you see?

A slave to gravity, that's why I'm dropping these rhymes, save your laughs for when we have to pave the path, and topple the times, impossible minds, find plausible kinds of binding, to prevent future whining, so while I'm lining, the inner confines of your mind, don't mind me, from time to time I find these, particular findings, right after, quite a reminding factor, I plaster half a blast and infer the left over cast, and alas, the last casualties have to ask me, "does this really have to be, such a casual blasphemy?",

Circular Nudity

(written on March 13^th, 2005)

I have, one orifice, to articulate, I've begun to order this, to investigate, penetrate by persuasion, the next rung of this ladder is to be used for raising, oneself, one I, one me, I'm just this one guy, slowly drowning intensively, within in the context, of a sea of complex, and infinite, immensity, determine illiterate densities, deliberate deficiencies, like I choose and meant to be, a fuck up, my prose arose, clutched by the cupped fist of a regenerated emcee, miracle-know, prolonged the growth of this lyricist, knuckle tree, through family, a degenerate friend, who stands in, so called clansmen, rela-genealogitivity, he made a pass at me, so to avoid my fear of this crash catastrophe, I asked to be, buckled up please, politely retracting, with or without light, I'm extracting, they were frightenly enlightened, what was I trying to say, they would ask me, reverse cycle pod skin decay, no, not exactly, but perverse idols cause win delay, within the fray of my headdress, I was suddenly afraid, my script's a mess, the rift's distressed, I'll miss this triptych test, 'cause there's still one picture left, unless, I press on, the rest of you, to address this man, as sir realism, above and beyond, my love for this pond is oceanic, while most fear the prism, definitive diplomatic on a mission, abstract tangent incisions, let's get back to the first vegetable verse as I originally canned it, envision shelf life, I better watch my health light, an LED that spells out mysterious mysteries, tells me what I must have felt like, a fear of me, delirious, so curiously, recently, I've been dealing with real conspiracies, if life's a game, then I'll take it seriously, but if it's all for real, I'll play it furiously, so hand me the dice and a game piece, I'm nice enough to sign your shame lease, and now I'm moving in, so decrepit, with a boat full, of emotional baggage, bad habits, and a cold shoulder, one glass addict, pro-folder, as I jector the paper, inspecting indirect vaporous flavor molds, at last, my grasp on what I hold tapers, I told the savior, you can't save me!, give up, move on, remove that look of gravely, inhibition, I'm in the kitchen licking the furnaces, while my subconscious blindfolds me and paints its own painting like Ernst's did, in advance I apologize for toasty eyes, when I accidentally entrance and burn you kids, but I'm churning syllables, to fill this bowl, and learn some shit, because everyday, I have something new to learn from me, for example, these purple fluency candles, are congruent to me in the same way that human waste product fluids are to landfills, random patterns give way to my circular nudity, that you manhandle, oh so fluently, this is all so new to me, and I can't quite get my mandible to stand still.

One Percentile

(written on April 28^th, 2005)

Plan nights, expectations rise, like when hands are dealt right, I can't stand that I felt like, life was worthless, eye exam in the surface, in a minute, what's the purpose, projectile objects were emitted from every project I inhibit, I dodge the verdicts, and sip the thermos, I feel stiff and squirmish, as I unlock this box of oxymorons, and finish in cursive, the audience disperses their obvious intermission urges, and in addition, to mental prevention via nonexistent excursions, they invent intentions, they say adolescent behavior leads to failure, but immaturity means the world to me, it's next to purity, burrowed into me, a furious relevance to security, saw this plane, contained abnormally, the words were forming me, as these gears were turning me, I was concerned I was born be, another corn and cheese gyro, lift an earlobe, I hear a fix, the twisted mirror, so spherical, and from a distant, I insistently persist to lick your eyelids, with these miracles, chears, do I need to be more explicit? that's kind of like dairy hearing, cheese with earrings, shit's terrific, "how you feeling Dylan?", untie the ribbon, I feel gifted, the sand that sifts in the hourglass, whispers definitively how long my life will last, I was surprised to say the least, surmise in a way, to slay this beast of me everyday, a feast filet, not even feasibly, an array of thin mignon, that easily leaves me stray, hungry, and on my own, no home, and no tent, from Alaska, to my disaster, my individual increments, were the only individuals I'd be sleeping with, then on frequent trips, any number of sinking ships within ten feet, would discreetly compete in empty contests, to see, who can congest my nose, and calmly I've been wild, but,

Now its time for new Mexico to meet this old wind child, with a tent, to prevent, a prevailing prevalence, I don't own clothes, I undress gentility, even from the devil's kids, and I'm unlucky, when they abruptly, interrupt me, to arrest me for my ability, apprehended me, and although they didn't know, as they attended to me, inattentively, female me was already busy filling me, with resilient venoms, the brilliance seed, the only thing still good in me, is in her, she fast break egg makes, and in trade, I take her Ethiopian for dinner, within a splinter, explosive backyard shrapnel, winner, overwhelmed and blessed, stress step seven, depress and caress the temples, then skip to step eleven, mental confession, no more impressive death alone, because, as evidence shows, this old wind child got to meet new Mexico

To all genteel Eskimos, bent on fresco mode, unless you know, I'm the one percentile, don't test the road,

I offer these, past tense prophecies, from Socrates, who talks to me, while Pythagoris, acts out the part of the battlist, a tall bro, who also, calls himself a catalyst, activating stray chart scandalous, like cannabis, spray mine aparts, embark, abandoned, I left my heart at the mansion, depart, and then bark back for a handsome ransom, near heart attack, clutch, female me had me gasping and panic-struck, what the fuck, a one in a life time chance, to find another a mind that could glance at these hands, ignore and understand, complex destructive, I find my cock to be useless when my mind likes fuck shit, I cause a silent ruckus, that's neither confusing nor disruptive, while losing the subject, I forgot to mention, that I love this, permission to dub fix, I'm a word fiend, who's currently hurting, and having trouble with his suffix, mine are rugged, unclean dreams, but enough lip, 'cause when the steam hit, peak, and tea kettle squeaked, I severely felt it, dealt with two entities, she eclipsed he, they each reached a breech, and then achieved a peaceful breach in their relationship, and the compound energy, fantastic, an a(egg), the last of it, tea to start, that I, finally rests, when oh has, between those, en(d) comes and goes, and while getting dressed to know, I spinclean pretend miles ago

To all genteel Eskimos, bent on fresco mode, unless you know, I'm the one percentile, don't test the road,