A GRAIN OF SALT Productions Presents:
A Dr.Jekyll & Mr. Hype/TreeHouse Publishing Situation!
THE ZUGEBRIAN FILES
Edited by W. Marmoset Yarn
Co-Edited by Lord Godfrey Helpus
(All Proud Graduates of the Ben Dover Academy).*
IT IS HARD TO KNOW WHAT A FOOL LOOKS LIKE
Until You Have Been One First.
LEAVE IT SIMPLE OR LEAVE IT ALONE.
OUR GREATEST DESIRES
Are Always For What We Already Have
But Cannot See.
WE SPEND MORE TIME PONDERING THE QUESTIONS
That have already been answered than the ones we have still to ask.
COINCIDENCE IS HUMILITY
Not taking credit for its synchronicity.
We can only imagine what we have already seen!
Jealousy Rules An Angry House.
And is there anyone more bipolar than those who
Oppose you while still hoping to profit by it?
Nothing ages us more than talking about it.
And none of us are obliged to see ourselves through Yesterday’s Mirror,
Unless Of Course, We Insist.
New Life is Sparked by New Attitude.
Changing your life starts with changing your mind.
If No One Screams At You For Taking It, then it is probably not yours.
They will let you Steal as much as you can, but they will only let you Take so much.
What you steal is not yours, what you manage to take is.
It is a false equation that ‘THERE IS NOT ENOUGH TO GO AROUND’
If There is Enough FAITH to go around.
FAITH CREATES MORE. And where it is lacking, so are the things we desire.
Faith in who you are gets things done!
Love is kind usually as long as it is getting what it wants. Otherwise, we all know that as often as not, LOVE IS A MEAN SPIRITED & Revengeful BITCH.
Of all the horses in my stables, Love is the one to adore, but trust the least, since like her sister ‘Justice’, she is also blind, always at least in one eye. She is powerful but if not ruled by the bridle of
‘Prudence’ she will overrun even her own will. She is WITH my team of horses, but at the rear, closest to me where I can keep an eye on her. Letting her lead would be a romantic but catastrophic idea.
LOVE WAS NOT MEANT TO LEAD, BUT TO FOLLOW.
(And it follows Reason best).
One road leads to infinity, the other to insanity.
Just having a piano in your home brings harmony to it.
And played, it produces harmonic reinforcement and programming to the genetic matrix.
It also helps to clear bad energy from the area and balances bipolar corruptions.
No home has ever been hurt by having hosted a piano, and when you are not playing it, the family spirits are.
A piano explains the basic laws of universal function, and the union of light and dark and how together they create magic.
And it is always willing to reinvent itself according to each person’s conception of it.
It was a tone that began the world.
From tone we come and shall again return.
… the Acoustic Guitar provokes at least as much emotional resonance,
and if ‘Pushkin comes to shovel’, can always be used as firewood!
THE SQUEALING PEGGY’S Debut Album;
‘Old Enough To Bleach’
Has been postponed indefinitely pending investigation
That one of the members of the all female band,
‘Mr. Period’ may have been under aged
At the time of its recording.
Some Political Correctness is simply just common sense and old-fashioned manners. But most of it is intimidation, the same old same old, under new management and a change of name, if not decorum.
Not only is the 800 pound Gorilla clearly in the room, but it even farts often to remind us that it is. AS LONG AS WE DO NOT DARE TO NAME WHAT WE ACTUALLY SEE, We Should Be Fine.
Poem 79/R (‘We Don’t Hate Yeats’):
We Tend to Blame what we Don’t Understand, on the Things We Can.
& He Wins who Dares, to Cut instead of Splitting hairs
At least that’s what I’ll tell my heirs
In case they don’t become millionaires
& Screw Up All My Plans.
If They Take up much of my Airs & Graces
& Step on my Sepulcher to reach beyond
Their Golden Faces,
Upon which Sunlight stares
Drawing Freckles from the skin
That connects the dots
With Aces, then I will find them places
Where they can ‘go within’.
One day they’ll be wearing braces,
While My Bones the Earth to Bear.
My Nimbus left to Open spaces
To Echo what I Hear.
& You & I
Will Both be There
It will be MY hand
Running through your Hair,
To Stimulate my thesis
That once I Loved You from
Kalamazoo to all the way
Where Greece Is
From the Ruins of Static Rome,
Now Scattered In Many Pieces.
IF LIFE IS A GAS
Then It May Explain Why We Fart A Lot!
The promotional tour for
THE TONGUE DEPRESSORS latest release,
‘Just Open Your Mouth & Say Amish’ has been
Postponed due to a staph infection contacted by
Lead singer Timmy ‘The Tonsil’ Tickler reports
A member of his staff. No word when the tour
Will be rescheduled. They were being supported by
Label mates ‘The Apple Tarts’ debuting their project
‘Sticker Than It Tastes’. The record was produced by
CONTROVERSIAL STATEMENT Files #68B/2:
IF DOGS WERE AS INTELLIGENT AS ALL OF The Endless HYPE SUGGESTS, then they would learn to use the toilet.
For ME, THAT would PROVE how smart they were, especially if they flushed,
A common enough courtesy to expect from those who live in our homes.
We have been witnessing canine participation in our karma since the dawn of our own awakening, yet they’ve still not managed to get as simple an act together as learning how to make the Very Small Sacrifice of opening the toilet seat and taking their business thereupon.
They can jump up on everything else and perform other circus tricks.
Do we housetrain them or do they housetrain us?
And don’t we have a responsibility to further encourage their ongoing evolution
As fellow mammalians?
I mean after all, look at CATS. They Learned How To Use the Toilet and as a result,
THEY NOW DOMINATE YOUTUBE and various other social media outlets, and they
CANINES HAVE BEEN RESTING ON THEIR LAURELS.
It is time for dogs to step up.
They can chase Frisbees, find waterfowl, and bring brandy
To those trapped in frozen desperate situations in mountainous
Even ‘Cerberus’ adapted to hell.
They can learn to use the toilet.
We have gone soft on these bitches.
OMG, the ONE drawback to the MILAN EXPO 2015 is that it seems as if everybody who has ever screwed my life is coming.
AND WANTS TO GET TOGETHER!
Poem 239. ‘Mephistopheles In Memphis’.
The CROSSROADS are the point between the Lifetime Behind Us
& the Questions ahead.
But I Missed the connection on the next stop’s doubt, what was once a hip, hop & a jump
Is but another lump that I feel in the back of my head when the lights go out
(& I have to take a dump).
The nitrates crumble, & the Hammer’s Thorax
Plays host to the Butcher’s Bread Meats
Before I turn to toast. Whereupon I fumble
& Eat humble pie instead.
I MAKE MY OWN BARBECUE,
Mephistopheles Makes My Roast.
In Memphis Where my Burdens Weigh the Most,
& My Soul Already Dead.
“If it gets too callous
In the palace
It tarnishes the chalice
& Turns to Dread
All the rest of
Rust & Malice,
That wayward highways cross”,
The Queen Of Envy Said,
Before she went to floss.
‘The Aim of an Idiot is to Wear You Down with Repetition,
Which is to a Fool, What Patience is to the Wise, A ‘Tool’.
(They taught me this, where I went to school).
THE AIM OF AN IDIOT Is to Wear You Down
Now, Please Keep Repeating This Line Until You See the Light!
(I was taught this at the Ben Dover Academy where I Matriculated.
Although it Must Be Acknowledged that since taking the Proper Medications,
My ‘Matriculations’ Have Been Kept to a Minimum)!
POST MILLENNIUM ROCK
Is what happens when Humpty Dumpty
Decides to continue on, disjointed, ill fitting pieces and all.
Despite all of the electroshock treatments meant to make him forget
That he was once an Egg.
NEVER RUSH YOUR SOUL.
Making a virtue of what we have now, raises the value of it.
ITALIAN WINES are wonderful for Intellectual Inquiry and Meditation.
And FRENCH Wine for Getting Lost in Dreams.
THIS IS THE LOVE I TRUST, The love of Proper Cultivation.
Let’s drink to get ‘high’ & not drunk.
A Good Wife Is Good Medicine, and better karma than most of us can say we’ve earned.
And this is the Paradox that Leads to Ascension.
RACE is an Artificial Construct of Economic Colonization, A useful façade for oppression & separation. It is about as real as blinders are to a horse. We are the human race and we are one, Even if we are all mainly a bunch of angry, mean and soporific bitches.
If you think about it even a little, RACE is so dumb, so very backwards and awkward, so ‘Counter-Evolutionary’. It is time to dismiss her as a domineering factor in our fear & angst driven lives.
ALL THAT EVOLUTION ASKS IS THAT WE BE WILLING TO LET GO OF WHAT DOESN’T WORK, and what has clearly vexed us so far.
When we feel each other, we are each other.
Dogs are every color of the map, yet we do not classify them as different races because of it.
We are tribes, but one race (though no less screwed up because of it.)Whatever truly ails us, OUR COLOR ISN’T THE CAUSE OF IT, our policies are.
Quite frankly THE MASTER RACE is all of us acting in tandem with our mutual best interests at heart,
AND FOR THIS REASON ‘race mixing’ was discouraged, or the seasons of hate would be seen for what they are and easily defeated. The master race we fear are a mixed breed and WE ARE THOSE BITCHES!
And ALL of us are mixed, cosmic hybrids every single last one of us & All of us are lizards or their next of kin. We were separated for colonization purposes & then pseudo science created to justify it.
We Model Our Different Skins because life needs us to do so for our fortification and variety and to ensure a much greater and broader chance of survival.
The greatest gift that we can give to our friends is to give who they really are, the benefit of the doubt.
Once we are freed of the expectations surrounding us, we can begin to find the space we need to be ourselves. And what greater miracle can there be than to have survived as who you were to your self & time? The ODDS AGAINST IT ARE ENORMOUS.
WE CAN LOSE MUCH TIME when we lose faith in what we are.
What is depression but the loss of faith in our vision for our living?
And what is faith but trust that there are universal laws governing the way of all things?
‘Multiculturalism’ may have created more divisions than it has healed.
Which may be why it is promoted.
‘Movements’ generally move us ‘away’ from things and one another.
Stoking anger is a lot easier than being responsible for it.
Increasingly, we are governed Less By Law than by Semantics.
‘Imprison the tongue, imprison the mind’.
AND THEN DARE IT TO SPEAK.
When the bitches that are can no longer be called bitches, then we have all become bitches.
We have become the people we most fear, because we have become the people who will not stand up for ourselves even while it is clear that we are only becoming further enslaved by the same people we are asking to save us.
WHEN A SPADE CANNOT BE CALLED A SPADE,
It loses its power as a tool and becomes purely a weapon,
ZION VS. THE LIONS:
Religion has become for more than a few, a form of spiritual abuse
& An excuse for censorship and oppressive dominance behind which the state’s agenda hides
while claiming separation from it.
Much rude behavior has been justified by the cloth and those who filter their evil behind it.
If religion is not being used to justify our prejudices, what else is it being used for?
Certainly not LIBERATION for which it were intended.
It has also been used as a cover for psychic vandalism.
I have personally been stalked and attacked by psychological harassment
By the religionists for as long as I can recall. They have always had a Jones for me.
Dealing with their interference
Has become a routine part of my daily meditation.
I believe in God with all my heart & soul
(Then again, I cannot take credit for what was already written into my ‘program’, I merely discovered it).
But his church has been a pain in my gluteus since 1962. It is one of the recurring issues that I have with the father. Why so many of his people have become so obnoxious & who only serve to push sensible people away from claiming a more profound union with the roots of their spirit.
Vampires hover around religion like cats keeping a close eye on a stuffed fishbowl, drooling.
I have seen whole families destroyed based merely on something as counterproductive as which direction one prays to one’s God in or what he (or ‘she) is called. ‘Doctrine’ is used to separate our souls & not to integrate them with our immediate environments, and
Always the NEXT LIFE, never this one right here, right now staring us straight in the face. It has become one of societies great bipolar pillars, stalking us as do hunters their game until we are found like Robert Plant
, DAZED & CONFUSED.
IF THEY GIVE US GOD, THEN THEY CAN STEAL OUR CULTURE and cheekily sell it back to us as ‘DIVINE PROVIDENCE’.
GOD is a personal affair, Religion is mere politics & crowd control dressed up in a wolf’s philosophy and if it isn’t preying on us, seems out of place and out of breath. Although we the human animal need ‘gathering exercises’,
Religion was meant to open the doors of perception
, that we might see and experience time as it is, and not merely to herd us as bell cows to be watched at all times and never left alone to their own and nature’s devices. God’s children are to be harassed for being that and insisting that they are more than abstract numbers and demographic data to be monitored and in due course replaced by software.
They CARE SO MUCH about the life of the unborn UP UNTIL THE TIME THESE BITCHES BECOME BORN, whereby thereafter they become assets to the state and the poverty cycle,
WHICH IS BIG BUSINESS TO THE WEALTHY, and more bodies for the military & THE SOCIAL PROGRAMS THAT BENEFIT from them.
And everyone loves black babies up until the point where they become thugs (roughly between Pre-K and kindergarten), & the media shows up
Looking for ratings and ‘buzz’.
Religion is full of bullies
& Mean bastards who are anti-humanist and hate life and the people who populate it.
AND I WILL BE ATTACKED for THIS, then again, I ALWAYS AM, come rain or come shine.
It is the Pavlovian Shock Treatment. I speak up; they send the shock brigades with their bad mojo.
And NEWSFLASH: Almost ALL major religions began their lives as Ritual SEX & BLOOD Cults.
Trust me that not much has changed, though much has been disguised. The irony in this is apparent, since it was religion that fucked us up about sex in the first place and would therefore find it hard to explain it’s own origins as what it otherwise successfully manages to suppress in other aspects of our lives as well as to implant & stoke the guilt that both arouses and confines us.
Not only is the 800-pound gorilla still in the room, but also to be clear that it is, has taken to wearing
A pink tutu and ballet slippers, with a tattoo on its right arm that reads in bold gothic script, ‘I’M NOT HERE’ while loudly humming their theme song, the Beatles’ ‘You Won’t See Me
(But Since THERE ARE now SO MANY 800-pound Gorillas, they are thinking of starting an NFL franchise and naming their team, ‘THE INVISIBLE G’s’).
Therefore you might ask, So WHICH GORILLA EXACTLY?
THE ONE WITH THE LITTLE BOY SITTING ON ITS LAP with the bemused, queer look on his milk besotted face seeking to ascertain the meaning
As to what he is doing there near an ape’s loins BESIDES being taken advantage of, while the GORILLA vainly attempts to cover up its inconvenient erection with yet more tired old fables &
With the acrid smell of wine & cheese battling with nicotine and caffeine for control of the tongue.
And as always, a word to the wise is sufficient.
Player haters & religion make natural bedfellows.
And the Devil Wins When you Cannot Look him in the Face and Call him What he is.
BTW- Gorillas Love Pink, it Balances Out their Shock Value.
‘Twas not always thus,
Orange was their first color before being successfully sued by the ORANGATAN Clan
Who claimed they owned it first. Fortunately for the clan, the Presiding Judge was sympathetic to their case, as he was also a practicing ‘Linguist’& a fan of the great Noam Chomsky
Conformity suits Evolution only for as long as it does, after which, if it becomes a hindrance,
It becomes a handicap.
And one man’s handicap is another man’s ‘mutation’.
IT IS A LIE THAT ‘CRIME DOESN’T PAY’.
In fact, it pays VERY WELL, just not for the criminals charged with the crimes.
And when the private prison business is as lucrative an investment as it is for shareholders,
ONE MIGHT SUSPECT THAT SOCIAL POLICY might begin to reflect the need to sustain
This BUSINESS MODEL on their behalf. Money is received for the incarceration rates of
These prisons so keeping them full pays well (and plays well on TV, as does piety).
Fortunately we have a social demographic that we can just use to shuttle in and out of these facilities
So that the rich get richer, the poor get meaner, and we all feel falsely safer at the expense of those who would be our neighbors, were we more intuitive about the world around us, and the greed that covers
It like sun baked Astroturf on a golf course.
So let us wake up. WE ENCOURAGE CRIME because the business models which ‘crime’ supports depend upon it. INCLUDING THE MEDIA, who are always stalking us with the latest scare tactics.
And as long as conditions persist as they do, rounding up people to imprison is as easy as giving crack to a bad neighborhood.
WE INSIST ON POVERTY as the dividing line between US & THEM.
AND THEN treat poverty as were it a crime. The poor are not the criminals; we are for insisting upon their rather fraught state of affairs. We treat them like animals and then act all taken aback when they reflect OUR IGNORANCE towards them back at US. Our brutal lack of compassion explains a lot of our current bad karma.
THE POOR ARE A VERY BIG BUSINESS and for as long as they are, THEY DON’T STAND A CHANCE.
& There is a reason why the police hover around black communities, THE MONEY.
Black people have always been a great source of wealth for the state, even when they are not Tiger Woods or LeBron James, OR THE RAPPERS who are used to encourage the profiles that the prison system relies upon for feeding. THIS is the Modern Slave Trade, and those artists who participated
In it are equal to slave traders and bounty hunters and should rightfully feel ashamed of the blood money they made. Those artists who make it easier for politicians to demonize the very people they came from, so as to further justify their abuse.
While those of us who refused to allow our God given gifts to be used to seduce more crime & false values were summarily not promoted, harassed, and left instead to rot. And even mocked.
Though we shouldn’t take it personally, after all, it’s JUST BUSINESS!
And selling out the disadvantaged will always be good business sense
For as long as the Business Model Exists & We, the Fools Enslaved by it.
As long as we know where the FISH are, we can always Cut Our Nets to Suit Our Costs.
Whole Tribes have given themselves over to how other people prefer to see them and as a consequence, have lost their culture and are in great pain.
ZION VS. THE LIONS 2:
Once they tell you that your music is “too musical for the music business”,
Then you know that it is time to pack up your dog, your jar of pickles,
& Your accordion
And head on back into the woods.
SLAVERY has always been with us.
The Laws Defining Slavery are what changes once we catch up to them.
And slavery’s costs are always relative to the times they enslave.
THINGS REMAIN THE SAME, Definitions Change.
The BEST way to get someone’s attention is to be talking to someone else.
Whereas, talking to THEM, may in fact lose their attention.
We always hear best and clearest, what we are not meant to.
The biggest secret each of us share is the conspiracy of pretending not to see the obvious,
But ESPECIALLY if it is right in front of us, which is where the best kept secrets always hide.
ALL REAL BATTLES TAKE PLACE (Closest To) WHERE WE LIVE.
Nothing tempts change like sacrifice.
One man’s C Major 6 is another woman’s A Minor 7. Can a compromise be reached?
NO, NEVER A COMPROMISE! But, YES, the possibility of a new solution!
Words From The Annals Of The Obvious:
CLEAN WATER BRINGS CLARITY TO LIFE!
Begging takes a man out of his world and places him in purgatory.
A Just Society has A Moral Obligation to provide work for its able members.
IT IS BETTER TO BLEED THAN TO BURN.
But better to burn than to wither away
Without the chance to earn,
Staggering and flailing about
Looking for a page to turn.
Tequila flooded lip stained
Worm from Apples Fallen
From Trees he’s Already Picked.
Though Always One Less Orchard
Than he needs to Fix & One
More than he can discern.
Who strives for normal but the abnormal?
It says quite a lot about our system of education that when we fail to successfully educate children, we turn around and call THEM stupid. We, who fail people and then call them failures.
IT ISN’T HOW MANY STRIKES YOU HAVE AGAINST YOU
But How Many Strikes You Have Left In You.
The game is as long as you want to play it.
LOSERS BELIEVE IN ODDS
Winners believe in themselves
And the preparation they place before circumstance.
The BEN DOVER Academy Poem:
Speak Carefully What You Say,
Our Mouth is our Master.
Though Mute quotations might kill you faster.
Pride Without Substance Is Cruel.
To Put Our Spiritual Needs Beyond Our Physical,
Is to place heaven beyond our reach.
That’s what they teach in school.
Don’t Be Afraid!
Just Don’t Be Stupid.
And Never Raise your Name to Nominate
& Do Not Place your Business
Before the Open Lips of Fools
Who radiate and spout
The most they know nothing about
There are Golden Rules,
Though the Silver ones discriminate
Before the Mercury dips
& Then trips the fire’s called to Incinerate
The Copper left to Cool
Along with other metals exchanged too late
That had lost their clout,
Deadened by all the lead they found.
What we believe we become
And then we shed our skin
Like salamanders beneath
Savoring the source
Of future hymns
Whose fractals make us one.
WE have become a society that breeds & sells affliction AND THEN BLAMES THOSE who become afflicted WITH AFFLICTION, FOR BEING AFFLICTED By Us WITH AFFLICTIONS!
The CROSS That EACH BODY BEARS Is Our JUDGMENTS Of Its NEEDS.
And no one has managed to escape their cross until they have carried it & bled upon it first.
In fact they were much kinder at the BEN DOVER ACADEMY where I was sent to attend school.
Their favored technique was A SLAP IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD, until they felt you were ready to graduate, or until you got the point, whichever came first.
Though it turns out that A Slap In The Back Of The Head WAS the whole point.
I graduated in just 3 & A Half years!
It was a 2-year school.
Time Spent Overcoming, is time spent becoming Something More than our last idea of who we are.
Once Our Own Story Begins to Bore Us Enough, we can start changing it!
IF THE LEFT HAND IS BOUND, then leave the right hand free.
Two hands are only necessary for fighting their own freedom.
TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE (Except for Tom Waits
) but it will catch up to you, if given a chance.
When You Cater To Others, They are More Likely To Eat you, Than to Serve you.
A VISION IS A DREAM THAT SURVIVES AWAKENING TO IT.
Reality is born of demand. Be Demanding!
IT IS ONLY ‘FREE’ AFTER YOU HAVE PAID FOR IT FIRST.
If you don’t want to know how SAUSAGE is made,
Then you don’t want to know how Heroes are made either.
It is even messier & bloodier,
Though About the Same Amount of Squealing.
PERHAPS THE GREATER EVIL OF ALCOHOL IS THAT IT RISKS TO MAKE US EVEN MORE SOBER THAN WE WERE BEFORE. And to see things as they actually are, and not just as they wish to appear as. Sometimes we see through things, whether or not they want to be seen. We all learn quite early from our societies that seeing what we are not supposed to can lead to major bullshit.
Poem: The LONGFELLOW Opinion17 S 24:
THE ‘MIDDLE WAY’ Is The Path
Between TOO MUCH & Too Little.
Brevity Weeps, But LONGEVITY KILLS
With Levity playing the Captain’s Fiddle
While the Woodpile is Sawdust
After the Totems
Settle the Debts We Can’t Adjust.
Our Boldest Act of ALCHEMY is turning URGE into WILL,
To Take Our Ashes & Make Soil of Dust.
Living Long Will Kill You, Whatever Shape Your Pill.
NO ONE UNDERSTOOD poor FREDDY LIKE US
& Even His mother forgot his name.
Beano sent the Pirates back with Rum they had to Chill
Before the Wine Stains turned to Rust,
Bottled up in Treasure Chests that sank before they Spilled
Anything that Left Evidence that they Drank before they Rebelled
And Kidnapped the Captain while the Cannons Fell
& Exposed their Mood for Lust.
They who Broke like Diamonds before they lost their Spell
While Gathering dreams like Grain
(On a Yellow bus, more short Than Longfellow
& shorter still on fuss,
We Do What We Can While We Dream What We Must
& All The Rest In God We Trust & then try to explain).
Our Dragons aren’t necessarily Slain,
If they can be put to Work
Swords at the High Point Waving
Aimlessly At words
If Night Lays Down Its Shadows First,
Or the Knights Dream On In vain.
Shamelessly Mocked by the Famous
Who Feign Chagrin before they Grimace,
Or Lose their Foreign promise, Or Heaven forbid, their Thirst,
& Being Summarily Replaced by Pixels
That Pickpocket their Purse
& Who Can Never Change A Sentence of whatever they rehearse.
PRESSURE BUILDS TOMORROW
Sachets of Dissension like Fallow Roughage
Returned to Earth
In Olive’s Green
On the margins that grip her
Girth (as it narrows)
And the Vertical Slit
She Often Gains
But of which she also complains,
When not singing carols
Or Dismissing Senseless Parallels
That language has assaulted.
And When Immersive Sorrow,
Devoid of wit;
Intrusive in its Assumptive Swell
Comes at my furrow’s nest to Borrow my Pride,
I will throw it in the Fountain
And let HIM
CLIMB THE MOUNTAIN,
A fate I know Too Well
From Time Spent on the Mountainside
Orchestrating the Evening Bells
& Burping Broken Brides.
From the Tides of Kelp
That Circle the Waves
When his Trident
Returns from Hell,
Always looking for Help
When Not Torched by Thoughts
It is Hard To Change Your Speed, Once You Catch Up To It.
& Much Harder to Find your Equilibrium when your Environment
Has Lost the Plot & Vanished like Iridium.
And we can only change the need to feed
What We Haven’t Got,
Mindful we don’t turn to seed and become more noble rot.
The LONG Hand vs. the WRONG Hand,
The Middle Finger Flicking Snot.
AND OF CORSICA
It Goes Without Saying
Never Leave A Flame Unattended
Or it volleys up the backhand
Of all the time we’re killing
& No One Hip Would Recommend It.
I wanted to be Bob Dylan
But my pen wasn’t willing
Yet I couldn’t rescind it.
So here I sit chilling
Laying in bed with a Chilean
Of Malaysian Skin
Whose praying that her sins
Won’t receive second billing
After the liquor swilling & nicotine
Shifts the shape she’s in.
(As well as her ‘Mise En Scene’,
& Other productions she may have seen
While rebounding & driving down the lane,
Or Milling On The Village Green).
At least that’s what I thought
I heard from what I
Comprehend of the difference
Between Gladiators & Gladiolas,
Gypsum, Gypsy’s & the Gyre
And other words I heard decaying
While lost in ‘Gunga Din’
(& Formally Attired)
As she lost HER feeling, as textured
As Astronauts in Astrakhan
While my mind & tongue were reeling,
My nerves & teeth were wired
& My Patience Was Unpeeling.
OF COURSE THE BOYS WHO DIDN’T GET
THEIR COOKIES ON TIME
Are The Dragon Slaying Kind,
From kindergarten when their fists drew uneven lines
Lions, Lambs & Lizards, and the wizards they all go to,
Looking for the signs.
Then they unwind their defiance of the damned
Determined to swim along their livers, even better
If they live near rivers whose banks slope toward Science,
& Whose Heather Gives Birth to Arts & Letters.
And if when boys they got their milk
Their ties are made of silk,
You will usually find them with the rest of their ilk,
In Random Squares Exercising their Compliance.
Next to fichus they once saw
Confucius Covered in Mucous
Discussing their General Alliance,
With a group of Men On Bikes & other bearded seekers.
Drowned out by the Sound of the Splashing of the Breakers that depend on our Reliance.
THOSE WERE NO DAYS, THESE ARE THE DAYS THAT ARE!
And our friend ‘Cerebral Cortez’ says:
“What Noah Knows & When He Knew It, No One But Noah Knows”
It could be ‘SZECHUAN’ & A Half Dozen of the Other
Before It Even Blows Your Nose.
‘ A HARD HEAD SUITS A HARD ROAD’
(Though it could always do with one less of one
when the lesson comes from ‘Lecithin’ or a B12 overload).
They Told Him:
(Just In Case He Might Suppose
An air of hubris before he’d Sung.
Because If you are going to get them
“You Have To Get Them While They’re Young
Or There Won’t be many Takers”,
I learned this from
A Woman Who Inherited Her Bread
From A Family Of Bakers.
(I called her ‘Pita’, though her name
& I was her favorite spread).
And once we get bored with our old story
A new one can begin unfolding as a
Morning glory waving in the wind hissing
Like cobras whose hoods & teeth are missing
Especially after 40.
(I once had to murder my twin before he managed to abort me,
And only won my last trial because my lawyer’s name was ‘Courtney’).
Even Undersea They Don’t Agree
Whether Baked or Fried
Or battered by the Salt that
Borders tide from Riverside.
Yet Seahorses are corralled
By waves of current that swell
& Burp the foam above them
Whose gulps of Air Usurp
Melodies That Shape the Sandstone in the Wells
With A Vision that Comes to Bathe in A Faith that Never Dwells.
But for the ‘Halibut’
It’s said that Swordfish Never feint,
Their fight is based on Countering
& All the Carp go on about is how much
They are Floundering
‘Salmon This & Salmon That’
They may be Overrated,
At least Salmonella gets publicized
And Minnows, though highly prized
Must come circumspect & circumcised
Or lose their Worth as Bait and even as
They are mating, Seal their Fate if they
Wait Too Late and their Skins for Gills
They’ve traded in someone else’s eyes
Erased by all ‘Bitter Pilsner’
Swallowed before the sunset faded.
What Lies In Another Hand
Can Only Be Abused!
And this is why love is for sale
And far more often ‘used’.
This is also why ‘Stasis’
Stays close to Dionysus
& He to familiar places
& Wears his woven clothes,
Dressed like Pan to suit the day
In the wool that the sheepskins
Grow, I Once Was Lost there,
So I know.
DRINKING GOOD WINE
Keeps Us Close to God
Would Otherwise Nod
I’m not talking about
Me or you, but those other
Bitches that spoil our view,
Upon whose opinion we dare
To trod while uncorking a
Sparkling ‘Grand Cru’,
Putting ourselves to shame,
Putting THEM on the spot.
IF HOMER WAS HOME
WHEN I WAS SOBER,
How come the bases were
Never loaded when I came over?
Especially deep into October
When the leaves turn trees into poems
PHANTOMS into thieves
Who FIND THEIR Destiny
INSIDE THE CIRCLES they roam.
Was he grandstanding or was it a slam?
Dogs find future glories imagining tomorrow’s bones
The rest don’t give a damn
Digging beneath the blushing clover and the sunlight
It condones as Pantomime speaks the language of lovers
Furiously shaking their phones.
& Cursing One Another.
The thing about HOMER is that
He’s ‘Odd To See’
Winks Every Time He Looks at Me.
We hope the desert cured whatever
‘Ills He Had’ while Sketching HIS Sorrows
Everybody comes back from Cordoba
With Grenadine fantasies that adrenaline
Whets & Then Sustains.
St. Vincent takes the tracks,
Even more convincing
While stretching his golden back
From the Tip of his Tongue to Ticonderoga,
He blows the smoke from its stacks.
From Mississippi’s girdle & on through the loins of
Memphis & Minnesota
& Throughout the Western Plains.
NEVER GIVE UP GAINS
Even when at the doorstep of Trieste.
Bonfires favor confession
Even among those who give their best
Until they find their rest
(If they are lucky & Heading west).
THE BRASS BANDIT Awaits
A Thick Oil Lubricates Well Most Debate!
Splitting Hairs between the Arrows
That Escape Cupid’s Bow’s
& The Bends that Narrow
Heaven’s Gates and the
Smoke it may have Sown
For sin’s if not its own Sake
When Hell had gone for Broke
& All The Helen’s In The World
Were but ashes that the fire poked
Before too late in the game.
First, I’ll sip some sake
& Then I’ll watch a little hockey.
EVOLUTION IS ALL ABOUT ‘COSTS’
RESPECT YOUR BROTHER’S CROSS
No One Has Managed To Avoid This,
Or Family Trees, nor an Albatross
Like a skeleton, blown about by
Barren Winter’s Breeze.
Which only serves to entice
More Barons than one can please.
4 OUT OF 5 DOCTORS AGREE:
THE BEST WAY TO CURE A DISEASE
Is to Change Its Name, and Call it Something Else!
The toughest thing about separating from the PRIMATES was when we
had to put a stop to them coming to the Family Reunions
. They are still quite bitter about it, according to several relevant Cambridge University Anthropologists.
The BAD News is that sometimes, SARDINES
get into heated arguments. The Good news is that, since they are so tightly packed together in such a small can, the arguments are more easily contained
& Can only go so far.
A Thick Oil Lubricates Well Most Debates.
In the heavy early misty morning, the TREE wasn’t sure if he would ever manage to
Escape the forest & be the rocker of its dreams
But he did know that for now, basking in the fragrant dew &
The foggy drifting haze rolling off the mountainside;
And somehow, he was content with that.
MONEY IS A SICKNESS, ONLY CURED by Not Having Any.
The Prometheus & Pandora Poem # 6:
THE MORE WE LIE,
THE MORE WE Find We Have To.
FALSE INDIGNATION ALWAYS Plays Well On TV.
The Bigger The GUILT, The Bigger The DENIAL.
And Don’t Forget to Smile,
Especially in HD!
Blind not to see a
& Leather upholstery)!
And We All Know the Game,
And How We Are All Expected to Play It,
While accepting the BIPOLAR
World we are tossing around in
Like coins in a can,
Backed by policy, if not by demand.
Coughed up by Pandora’s purse
And worse, all the Currency we can Count
But with nothing left to pay it,
Whatever the Amount.
WE ALL KNOW THAT IT IS CRAZY,
But won’t say it out loud,
At the risk of sounding crazy.
Because the crazier it gets,
The crazier you look seeing it!
And to say it is to risk sounding insane,
Since only the insane say what they see.
‘Re-Framing’ Facts is called ‘History’
& Always covers its tracks.
While uncovering new rules for the game
& When in doubt;
One Can Always Accuse the Blacks
That serves to shift the blame,
There is always a slow boat assailing!
With many fresh fools to hang
Choked by their own slack
& Then buried beneath
A flock of daisies that
The more we resist calling a thing what it is,
The more power it siphons from us and then
Uses to contain.
All Of Our Pasts Have The Right To Be Forgiven!
& All of our Horses the Choruses to Us Refrain
Before We Jump the Cliffs of Devon’s Heaths,
Constrained by Sunrise to Somerset’s leaps
& All that the Soil Has Smitten,
Hidden in the Dust Storms the Hounds of Hell Have Ridden.
(Vouchsafed to me, thy golden waste
Before our lips lose their taste & our flavors become forbidden).
From where Prometheus & Pandora,
With laurels replacing their halo’s aura
With the Flow of Fauna, the Leaves of Flora
& The Smell Of Marijuana.
Raising their young ‘Sabrina’
To be Chaste from the Sediment
Of the River Severn
That bore her,
While severing ties with
(Though Not In Haste)
& Tethering the Sighs
To those who would ignore her,
As She Was Being Written,
Cut From The Cloth Of
Carved from the Scales of
& Other Dragon Tales.
There is great wealth in poverty,
Just not for the poor themselves.
Lilac Poem 18:
Roses are red,
Violets are dead
At least that’s what
The Florist said
Once my ear became his grip
Trying to change others is our favorite trip.
CHANGE YOUR SOCKS INSTEAD.
OK, I’ve got to go now and get into my daily exercise routine.
This Is How I Stay In Shape!
First, I go to the Kiosk and get an espresso, followed by a glass
Of fresh squeezed orange juice. Preceding the coffee might be
A ‘Neapolitan’ variation whereby one takes a healthy swig of
‘Aqua Frizzante’ to first clear the palate and liven the mouth.
After which I then proceed to the park, taking in the crisp air
While limbering up and stretching in the dawn’s early vapors
Rolling in from the ponds and streams.
And after a decent amount of time loosening up,
I grab a good seat on a park bench
And then Watch OTHER People Run!
This works for me
& It seems to work for them.
THAT ‘s teamwork.
Since running is too tiring
& Seems So Desperate.
I’ve really got to go now, the religionists are coming with whips & chains
(& Hopefully leather bondage gear to go with it to add some spice to the beating),
And I still haven’t completed
My ‘Mars List’ for the Mars Re-Colonization program. I am still seeking spiritual
Guidance about my choices, though every time I pray to speak with God, Woody Allen
Shows up & asks me why am I such a pain in the ‘Tuchis’.
I Love You!
This concludes another exciting ‘episode’ of Bipolar Theatre!
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*ADDENDUM_ pictures of the contributors:
1. Lord Godfrey Helpus 2. I.Podrovsky
3. The Proud Founders of the BEN DOVER ACADEMY: BEN, BILL, STAN & FAWN.
( OLDEST BROTHER WYCLIFFE WAS OFF SWIMMING THE ENGLISH CHANNEL AT THE TIME.. )
4. This is where S.LOGAN can often be found, getting his head together.
5.Respecting the Privacy of DR. JEKYLL & MR.HYPE, a very private man.