posted on March 27, 2012 at 11:38 pm

mechanistic deluge

hopeless and forlorn ere long i sailed  upon

your body of water

madam oh sell me something knew something blew

alienable wrong i was farmed for my dna

i was hunted because i was game i guess

i was corroded by times friction

there is no where to hide from yourself

or is there ?

a door opens and you take it

you dont ask any questions

you imagined anything better than before

you thought you had nailed it but it clobbered you

you think

even though this thing has unseated every rider

you think

ah i will be the one to master it

with hubris we carry on into the mountaining storm

deny everything

deny your reflection

deny your bleary eyes

deny your red hot ears ringing like bells

deny your thieving itchy fingers callused and hard

deny your shiftless limbs deny your listless spirit

defy the good in you by denying it somehow

you figure out some lies to patch it all together

but then you fall in love with the lies and delighted to tell them

songs are lies too

or exaggeration to say the least/most

more than music more than words

what does it all mean

why is it so hard to write a good song

lotta people out there trying at any given time being

finally it can be revealed as flowing from an unknow source

we search the terrain but we never can see it

some vast cold lake of beautiful ideas up to the brim

a lake of graceful wonder and elegant simplicity

ruffled by flute like zephyrs deep as a bassoon

in this lake full of inchoate masterpieces

we pluck the tiny various elements

with which we plead our case before the universe

why should we exist at all without originality

more than a recombination of some previous jive

we see the potential far away like the eagle sees the calf

we glimpse third and forth possibilities in the 2 sides of each story

we travel with eyes open and we are vulnerable to everything

everything is work

the sorting out never stops

i construct it my facade and my background carefully

i nervously admit characters into my novels chambers

on warm nights i’m in the garden drinking iced green tea

among shrub and twisting fern elephant ear hyacinth rose

my mind gleams like an instrument under strange crested moons

in crescent myriads the effulgence of stardust orbits thrown up

andromeda swings by in her whorl amidst flower and star

something out in deep space wakes like a kraken in the darkness

our puny cities brace for annihilation

in our last hours we lie in bed drinking as time ebbs out

and you say

i been having the craziest dream



12 Responses to “attack decay sustain release”

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    Pampussycat | 28 March 2012 at 12:12 am #

    dreams are powerful. I am amazed at the people who visit me in my dreams in the strangest settings sometimes. I like this

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    colette | 28 March 2012 at 3:00 am #

    Exaggeration or the expression of the truth of dramas otherwise unable to be played out, internalised from childhood even? For some it seems as natural as breathing telling those truths. I’m beginning to see snatches of writings from a new generation half hidden next to beds. Ardent jottings, I wonder if they’re meant to be read and just glance with one eye, not prying too much but still spying an outpouring of passion. I feel a little sad as I sense the other’s pain but glad that a cure has been found by the writer.

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    . | 28 March 2012 at 5:15 am #

    a deep satellite parallels the direct flight of the kraken,
    pinging it with signals and binary from the present and the past
    imploring it to change its trajectory to the lowly, doomed planet
    and among its extensive memory are the sounds of the civilizations
    the live music from the ancients down to these modern times
    however, the beast doesn’t want to be swayed from its destiny
    destruction and carnage fire incessantly across its synapses
    it gains momentum as it reaches the outer rings of saturn
    but the satellite keeps pace, imploring the kraken to slow and listen
    the requests continued to be ignored with mars coming up too close
    mission control cycles through to find the one song that will stop the beast
    no luck so far, but they remain optimistic in finding that one audio file
    then the sounds of operetta fill the space between the probe and the beast
    its hellbent on destruction demeanor becomes increasingly docile and calm

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    andy | 28 March 2012 at 7:21 am #

    synthetic biology……
    it’s not a dream,
    but it IS crazy,
    and it IS that beast that has just awoken from the darkness.
    enjoy that last beverage in your cozy bed!

  5. Jmb066
    Jmb066 | 28 March 2012 at 7:26 am #


    You have written so many good songs, too many to count or mention. I can only think of a small few that I would consider not good and out of respect for you I wont mention them. I love your notes from AQSAS and beg the critical listener to hear the redeeming quality from each song. I could not write a song to save my life, well maybe I could if I tried but I would rather listen to yours. Its amazing to me when I play the church or related to others its usually one of two reactions. 1-the music or songs leaves little to no impression on the listener or 2- they have never heard anything like this before and cant believe they have not heard your music. Never anything in between. I try to determine what they like and make a playlist that is similar to their likes and dislikes. More converts than not interested in most cases. I just made a 2-cd set for my sister and law recently and now she wants more. I sent her the link to the Merch site and off she went. Looking forward to the merch site here and the next SKP release. Cant get enough of Life Somewhere Else. When is that Opera House DVD coming out? Dying to hear and see that.

    Take Care,


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    Anonymous | 28 March 2012 at 12:22 pm #

    “vroom vroom…. zoom-zoom… errrrrr…” (this last one’s suppose to be the sound of screeching brakes; don’t know how to spell it…) (GoCartMozart in a dream)

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    Anonymous | 28 March 2012 at 2:15 pm #

    Dude u phoned that one in.

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    colette | 28 March 2012 at 3:30 pm #

    Just reread, having originally read this at 3am. What better bed time story?… Anyway, my above response seemed somehow preconceived. And my response now is just, wow! Strange how earlier, the words satisfied me to sleep and now I feel much more awake for having read it. Stranger, the end mentions ‘annihilation’, but it feels so alive.

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    John Garratt | 29 March 2012 at 12:03 am #

    I think my eyes don’t work anymore.

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    Cocoamo | 29 March 2012 at 11:21 am #

    Had the weirdest dream about you last night. You had decided to take the form of a small crystal figurine. I set you up on a table so you could see what was going on, but you fell off and an evil housekeeper was trying to sweep you out with the debris on the floor. I retrieved you and set you back on the table again. Maybe I should quit taking niacin before going to sleep?

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

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