under ball
life’s strange now / packing for australya / drather head for yosemite / get lost frost bite / sigh white privilege packs / startup biz trip / like disney / strange acid tools / all corporate now / rollerball 3000 / suck it and see /
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cat with herb
On the front step Watching the orange cat Chewing… Biting really The herb growing by the sidewalk Tiny blue blossoms I don’t know… maybe it’s catnip I thought, “this‘d make a good poem” But it wasn’t dirty enough or something Because honestly, in my hand, Was a device tuned to a digital book about behavioral
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Rainin’ Heavy – ’06
wayback debris / fading crumbs / feeling
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the bar
we humans scurry… from commodity to place to consume & waste & develop more desire then repeat the cycle / then repeat the cycle hunting hungry for the next / for the next ice cream bar whiskey bar beyond the bar to a place of seeing the desire arise
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what now?
what now? the pain continues the people have dispersed all lights out for the night i run absurd dreams through the streets get surrounded by multitudes i disappear invisible confused horrified (march 2017 sonoma county)
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not important
once we were big shots inventing the net were important people in the edge cracks me up ha ha ha how much has changed don’t even recognize myself on market street but i still have that suit somewhere
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Artifactz
Thrift store score / tangible fetish / endurance / impermanence / artifacts
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So This Is (The Future)
The door opens onto the highway which lay there missin the moon like a ribbon without a present or a string without a balloon This morning offers no schedule coffee doesn’t mind getting cold a bag full of nothing thinks lonely is something and that nothing… is getting old * So this is the future
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Mystery Sound #108
mystery-sound-108.m4a Outside my window I hear mysteriously a small chirp-like sound repetitive and device-like. My first thought is danger! (These are fraught times.) Is it a gas leak? Or a tree branch cracking off? Or an electrical transformer on the pole across the street about to explode? So I open the blinds cautiously and… nothing.
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What You Left Behind
Words and Music by Willi Brown Some people think they know ya / or they got a film to show ya While I pretend intelligence is bliss But there’s blood that you’ve paid / Stone commitments that you’ve made They cannot be stolen by an outlaw kiss And what you’ve left behind / could be