Sorry for the Delay

I believe, in my Heart of Hearts,
that Art is nothing without Sacrifice
So, at some point Everything must be Forfeit to Chance
but that is not to say,
that Art is dependant on Accidents

Accidents only occur in paradigms of Morality,
and Art must always seek to defy Present Human Principles

What I’m saying is that a Work’s Artist is free of Guilt
the Art is a song all it’s own
It would be foolish for our Artists to Assume
they can Predict their own Future,
let alone the Future of their work

And doubly unwise to say among millions of Casual Observers
a Consensus can be drawn up of Intentions lost,
rendered useless after one Fleeting Moment

At some point in Art’s Conception,
the Artist’s hand Slips
and it doesn’t mean a thing
its not for anybody
it’s handed over to the Atmosphere

If that Artist holds on to that Singular Moment
it’s Robbed of its Liberty
Roasted under the Microscope
Sanctioned off and tossed Aside

Despite this,
the Desire to Possess cannot simply be Rationalized Away

There is plenty of Evidence of Art’s Dependence on Autonomy
Everywhere you look, there is Expression
in the holes, there is Art

Nobody has any idea who Anybody is
I believe we’re not the Shit we put on the Internet
We’re barely involved in the process

No Second Guesses
there are no Phases
Every Artist runs alongside their Work
Only the Phonies try to steer from the Rear

Debt Collectors/Catnaps

I keep receipts of everything but not very well
I keep losing them at key moments
and finding them, far past,
any chance they might have had
of being the least bit useful

I’d like to keep them better organized,
honestly, I do try
but you know how it is,
never enough hours in the day

I’ve got a long running debate going with a good friend
he is weary of all the bellyaching that goes on in the world
but what’s worse, he thinks, is the alternative

I say emancipation is the only true and righteous issue
and plead for him to be reasonable
Freedom is all we have worth fighting for

Load Capacity

What is the Load Capacity
for what you will find of me
once I’ve gone?
How much time will you have to spare
to look through the archives of my life?

There are so many pictures
of anatomical dissections
of schematics
& photographs
without the delusion of reference

There are a lot of country songs
that people have forgotten how to listen to
I wish I could say that I had tons of them
but I don’t
They’re there,
though, you got to find them for yourself

Chris Deckard, I Was Wrong

The house is so cramped you can’t get an inch to yourself
I spent 10 minutes thinking about
how to best arrange a table & chair
to appear as inviting as a home office
& second-guessed whether or not it was even necessary

I’ve found the best way to communicate an idea is through demonstration
You can try and talk it out, but the imagination has limits,
a lot of people can’t handle the hypothetical them
or their theoretical selves,
so you can’t get very far trying to explain them through any thing

I think organization
is putting the effort before the execution
every time

Who Remembers the Swine Flu?

I’ve been under the weather for a few days,
lethargic, queasy, & aching all over
It feels like it hasn’t stopped raining for 2 weeks

At the first sign of true sunlight,
I put the dog on her leash, and headed out the door
the warmth lasted for about a block
but that block was crisp & green & wet under foot
and we darted between the puddles
squaring the block before heading in under gray sky

The neighbors are a big Hispanic family,
I got no idea how many people live there,
but they’ve always been pleasant,
kids playing in the street,
a couple of dogs in the backyard.

I couldn’t tell you if it was somebody’s son, friend or cousin
but there was a kid standing in the driveway
fresh haircut, in his Graduation Robes,
posing in front of the house for a couple of photographs
they’d missed the best chance they had
for a window of good light by no more than 5 minutes
dark skies, the glistening pavement,
welcome to the working week, kid.

The Dark Center of the Universe

Those in the know would have us believe that we all live in Cement Boxes
but you and I both can prove there is still space enough for alien intrusion.
There are windows open to the streets, we shoo Bats outside with brooms,
purses are sat on the floor in public restrooms,
surrounded by 8 feet of open space,
messages are passed on escalators, in elevators, parks, & bars.
Our night air is wolfish, buzzing potential.
Our days are plain shaded oppression.
I can see the way people look at me & still never know what it is they see.
I was out, the other day, walking the dog through the neighborhood
and an old lady, yelled at me, Do You Have A Bag With You?!
I do, without fail, so she complained for a bit about someone on the block
just leaving the shit laying there, I said, I’d keep an eye out,
but what kind of sentence is that?
Who greets people with accusation? Who the fuck do they think we are?

Doom Revivalism

DOOM!
DOOM pulsing through the Airwaves
Fleet-footed DOOM beats you down the staircase
like a hell dog fetching DOOM we wait for the wire
Oceans sucked down an invisible drain, all of space sings praise,
DOOM!
DOOM makes the air fat with Promise
Lungs swell, death of celebrity infants, DOOM for the Papermen
Big, Rich, DOOM, gifts beautiful days in promising DOOM,
the Air, the Air, the Air, swells up inside you
DOOM!
I want to make something out of myself
DOOM is my image & DOOM is my canvas
DOOM unites the praying with the Heathens
DOOM on the Whalemen, DOOM moves in wars & silent protest
DOOM on the thieves of Ships, the Oceans are disappearing DOOM
lost & lost, DOOM centers my compass, DOOM is directionless Gravitational DOOM must hail down from above us
Leviathan DOOM swallows every living soul,
Oceans sucked down an invisible drain, all of space sings praise
DOOM!
Drums & Gunfire DOOM, All of our Wars are Land Wars, DOOM
The vanishing Sea, DOOM, for the waste and the suffering, DOOM
The air thick with DOOM, DOOM the Horizon, DOOM the Horizon
Sleepless nights of DOOM, DOOM the Horizon, DOOM the Horizon
Way up the Screeching DOOM can never be ceaseless DOOM
Chest Rumble DOOM in the Doorway, DOOM feeds on Air
DOOM!
No Penance, DOOM all Liberty, any tongue that speaks can sing,
No Patience, DOOM all upbringings, the word has never been Now

Long Slow Blues, in D

Must've got a bad seed
aint felt right for days
Everyday my head sings
but I can't tell what it says
and I can't stay estranged
No, I can't stay estranged from you

Had me a bad dream
it's been sticking with me for days
Don't know what I picked up
on that train ride to LA
and I can't stay estranged
No, I can't stay estranged from you

What about a clear stream
makes me wanna stay
when I only get my feet wet
before my heart it runs away
and I can't stay estranged
No, I can't stay estranged from you