read it already in hyperion
gun in saturn
return in my stars
the last man on mars please turn out the light
my mind will not focus
this sort of froth runneth over and out
this fountain of brain once over excited
now like my ears it never stops
it must tick over like an engine
is this very thing madness….?
still i must be sure
still i must be certain
still i must be prepared to be wrong
i deal in illusions
without ever having to define reality or fiction
i have peddled my words to you all
is any of this really me?
(of course)
no none of it at all
i am a superior computer predicting what you expect me to write
i am one step ahead of you in this game
i know what you want
your wishes steer my course
but there is no me behind here
my forged notes still buy you whatever you need
my fake mastered pieces still masterpieces
in some worlds i would be feted
in some worlds totally ignored
i am not one thing or the other
so i type and i type
its 11.11
thats probably enough….
hey, little glow worm… scatter!
during an exceptionally challenging week
i found comfort visiting the time being
where the poet always challenges me to see
life in a spectrum where it’s easier to breathe
and the words of its visitors complement the cool breeze
that blows about my suburban cage when i’m feeling defeated
but even your simple acts of “fakery” are rather complete
where even one line speaks to who i am and where i could be
your work ethic is exceptional, and i think we all agree
Amen, I do the same
it’s 4.20
nd never enough
madness you
say?
u silly virgo
u?
guess who
it’s not
me
either…
Can Abyss
That’s brilliant !!!!
Darrin JK
miss the man on the other side of imagination been watchin the vids when you was knee high to a spacehopper. like the vid with you ploggy and meatloaf. and thiers a good one with ploggy and mart advertising pepsi for some reason. but tantalised vidio everyone looks like a total hero of rock the world your plaything tall and proud
To be off course is of course not off course. How else can you write mustard peases? But I am the last person or thing you should listen to.
Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!
This one is a study in humility, which is why Steve is so ‘in touch’ and ‘connected’ with his muse and the human perception of reality. This is why lines like “tell those girls with rifles for minds” come into my mind and resonate with me every few days. His poems aren’t “forged notes” or “fake masterpieces”…they’re gems of genius.
thank you chris
a gutted bell waits for a pardon
no words can come
only thoughts of blame
but it was me who fucked up
my instincts were extinguished by fears of my extinction
all that faulty fucking code
i turn over the tea leaves
i want to choose again
but it’s too late now, the fragment is cooked
my brow-shaded eye is blind
my human ear echoes
my pores are numb
my mind meets exclusively with its stupefied self
only the wilderness doesn’t give a fuck
it has no patience for ignorance
some things must die so that others can live
death is the deal, every day
we enter
only with a mountain of earth and a sharpened sword
the end is the beginning, there is no other way
my stadium of images is blown away
and only then can i speak
420 Bro
We Love You and sending u lots of good juju!
YaHuuuu
and the sun was shining and everyone was smiling – though the fender benders… oy! sorry! it’s okay, but that’s the sidewalk you parked on… yeah, man we got hungry. oi! here, you want one? (twinkies). huh? have one, they’re good… reminicent.
ah….
steve,
you seem to have struck a chord here!
everyone playing fair ‘n saying nice things about you.
and to each other too.
a wave of positivisim has swept over all.
lovely!
have a great weekend folks……..
the illusionists
subject to illusion themselves
why its only fair
hence all they ever wanted to see
remained invisibly
unseen