Counterclockwise

Investigation of the utterly inscrutable 
Her arms were full of sapphires of the moment
Aren’t reasons what we manufacture?
Creativity is the greatest rebellion in existence
You see, thoughts create the illusion that you’re in the driver’s seat
From dreams emerge the intimacies of our being

Investigation of the utterly inscrutable 
Her arms were full of sapphires of the moment
Aren’t reasons what we manufacture?
Creativity is the greatest rebellion in existence

Her arms were full of sapphires of the moment
You see, thoughts create the illusion that you’re in the driver’s seat
Creativity is the greatest rebellion in existence 
From dreams emerge the intimacies of our being

You see, thoughts create the illusion that you’re in the driver’s seat
Aren’t reasons what we manufacture? 
From dreams emerge the intimacies of our being
Investigation of the utterly inscrutable

Appearing Now

Different orders of reality disturb dreams
Spirit animals take hallucinatory form
They needle and taunt like ancestral phantoms
I deny ownership
Too monstrous, this mood of misplaced energy
Karmic theatre of a mislead self

Different orders of reality disturb dreams  
Spirit animals take hallucinatory form
They needle and taunt like ancestral phantoms 
I deny ownership 

Spirit animals take hallucinatory form
Too monstrous, this mood of misplaced energy  
I deny ownership
Karmic theatre of a mislead self

Too monstrous, this mood of misplaced energy
They needle and taunt like ancestral phantoms
Karmic theatre of a mislead self
Different orders of reality disturb dreams

Convention

Within a posse of badgers
Conventional notions are being dealt a deathblow
Tightly strung neurosis taken to a high style
A salvo of gutsy and quixotic doggerel
Disreputability raised to the level of ecstatic and heartrending art
Beyond that judge for your self!

Within a posse of badgers  
Conventional notions are being dealt a deathblow 
Tightly strung neurosis taken to a high style 
A salvo of gutsy and quixotic doggerel  

Conventional notions are being dealt a deathblow
Disreputability raised to the level of ecstatic and heartrending art 
A salvo of gutsy and quixotic doggerel 
Beyond that judge for your self! 

Disreputability raised to the level of ecstatic and heartrending art 
Tightly strung neurosis taken to a high style 
Beyond that judge for your self! 
Within a posse of badgers

Slipping into Darkness

Slipping into darkness  
Within these pauses of pleasure upon Erector Set innocence
You can chance deep gondola romance and not carry
despondence into your life
Pretty soon you got to pay
Worry is a shoddy fortune teller
You know she loves drinking whisky while laughing at the moon

Slipping into darkness  
Within these pauses of pleasure upon Erector Set innocence
You can chance deep gondola romance and not carry
despondence into your life
Pretty soon you got to pay 

Within these pauses of pleasure upon Erector Set innocence
Worry is a shoddy fortune teller
Pretty soon you got to pay
You know she loves drinking whisky while laughing at the moon

Worry is a shoddy fortune teller
You can chance deep gondola romance and not carry
despondence into your life
You know she loves drinking whisky while laughing at the moon
Slipping into darkness

In the Country of Loners

In a country of loners sides can’t exist
Being privy to a joke no one else is on 
Revising the laws of nature
Less an impulse than a code of ethics
If you don’t get grounded soon you’re gonna go into orbit 
Are you born to stay and fight, or born to leave?

In a country of loners sides can’t exist  
Being privy to a joke no one else is on 
Revising the laws of nature 
Less an impulse than a code of ethics  

Being privy to a joke no one else is on
If you don’t get grounded soon you’re gonna go into orbit  
Less an impulse than a code of ethics
Are you born to stay and fight, or born to leave? 

If you don’t get grounded soon you’re gonna go into orbit 
Revising the laws of nature 
Are you born to stay and fight, or born to leave? 
In a country of loners sides can’t exist

So What?

We are all, in the end, mysteries to ourselves.
You think that you know something special?
So what?
Question everything you know.
What we care for has a short shelf life.
It may be real, but is it true?

We are all, in the end, mysteries to ourselves.
You think that you know something special?
So what?
Question everything you know.

You think that you know something special?
What we care for has a short shelf life.
Question everything you know. 
It may be real, but is it true?

What we care for has a short shelf life.
So what?
It may be real, but is it true?
We are all, in the end, mysteries to ourselves.

For What It’s Worth

For what it’s worth 
With nothing worth memorializing anniversaries are attempted funerals,
It’s all a filing cabinet of yesterdays and once-upon-a times,
This idea that what you do would immediately count is a tale told for generations,
The soft center of faith is greasing the wheels to make understanding simple, 
Not all answers are available on the spot,

For what it’s worth
With nothing worth memorializing anniversaries are attempted funerals,
It’s all a filing cabinet of yesterdays and once-upon-a times,
This idea that what you do would immediately count is a tale told for generations,

With nothing worth memorializing anniversaries are attempted funerals,
The soft center of faith is greasing the wheels to make understanding simple,  
This idea that what you do would immediately count is a tale told for generations,
Not all answers are available on the spot,

The soft center of faith is greasing the wheels to make understanding simple, 
It’s all a filing cabinet of yesterdays and once-upon-a times,
Not all answers are available on the spot,
For what it’s worth.

Time’s Up

Time’s Up

Feel your way through waves of particularization,
Without intent,
Without thinking,
With desire,
Appetite,
Instinct, and 
Impulse,
meandering in circles,
Leaping gaps
And transgressing borders.

Times up - 
Put up or shut up.

Such excitement 
Wrapped in fright -
Being caught writing love letters
To a time and place
That never was.

Has this happened - 
Subsumed into moments that shuffle
Into an impossible ending -
Or not?

Lost Capacity


 The lost capacity
 to foresee
 and to forestall.
 
 Margaux makes fresh eye contact,
 fibrous slivers,
 a sickly resemblance to
 scrambled eggs.
 
 Her plan to elude the elderly
 resembles the skeleton of
 a shark’s jaw;
 the rapidly accelerating collapse
 of the Great Dying,
 a sulphuric stew
 with somewhat more circumspection.
 
 The ice started a fire;
 there is no other evidence or 
 indicia of truth.
 
 She was fully aware of the power
 that came with being ill,
 and annexed over the future
 of the universe.
 
 Like a perpetual motion machine
 outside the threshold of
 the church,
 something has snapped inside,
 evil is not subsiding,
 an emptiness of the soul,
 irrevocable loss weighing
 on the heart.
 
 Irving is giving me
 a good spanking
 with a shoe.

Segment of Historicity

 Friendly travelers
 casting off gravity,
 transmission built to talk to ghosts,
 a roadside distinction.
 
 Just say this:
 transit of spirit animals
 nothing living,
 don’t tell lies.
 
 Beat spirit,
 respirator buzz,
 shadow gratitude,
 
 confessions to my unborn daughter:
 when the heart emerges glistening,
 one mustn’t expect figs from thistles;
 
 to see what other people don’t,
 to see obstacles as inspirations -
 to be a peaceful warrior 
 in an invisible cinema.