Coy & cheeky,Humble with bouts of mischief.Smarm or Sass,Hoping to hide my history,Obfuscate my titles,Achievements -To still poke fun as I love to do.Folks like me;Clever & learn-ed,Wearing The Jester's Mask.Speaking truth to power,Self reflection to the ignorant,Having fun,Whilst I do so.
Don't make me laugh,Dead Man.Thy skull's skeletal sockets -So alike Yorick.Gold is better,As circuits,Wires.Not sitting on a shelf,As bars or jewellery:Useless paperweights.Bard,You're four centuries behind.Learned Macroeconomics,Science.Whilst you remain trapped in frozen ignorance,Forever.
Seeking Escape Velocity.To find some path forward,Away from poverty & struggle,Closer towards simple sustainability,& peaceful, joyful existences.But thus far -I've yet to encounter any outs;My life as a slow-grinding war,Has rarely deviated.No help.No love.Only misfortune,Or attacks.
No Fear,Little Witches.Woven greenwood totems at night,Are fiction.One never needs to play at war.Take Curses,Instance:Speciality of mine.They're thick, pitch black tar.Sticks, sets, & bubbles.But who says Curses can't be boons?Clearly I chained mine,Mostly.I'll Curse Us Yet With Love.
Anybody who knows me,Knows I detest Liars.They prickle my skin like stinging nettle,Remembering cold knives -Pressed against skin by circles of Babas.I speak Truth.I demand Truth.Known for demanding very little -"Impossible Dreams."If only I had KNOWN.That life they admonished.All lies.
Blather,Even when I try not to."I digress" being likely in my top ten.Weak.Fragile.Yet zip-tied together,Bound in braided rope.Buddha Body hiding old stories,Secrets.One day soon,Must improve,As monk.Engines roaring to life.Because this?Just isn't sustainable.My words now have weight.
What now?Well -It continues,That's all.I beat all of Shakespeare in five years,With just my poems.So what?One goalpost down,One to go.Crazy old monk;John Bradburne at 6k.So I'll just keep going.Infinite Creation Engine;At an idle.Throttle still producing beyond what most -Can process.
Driving a highway,Late last night.Wipers on full blast,Afraid they might catapult off into pouring darkness.Eyes on road,Right hand fumbling - touch alone into bag of chips.Slurpee.Road Block."Anything to drink?""Nope."Flashlight on cupholders:"Slurpee?"Lifting it slightly.Cheek.Chirp.
My Headbutts Cause Earthquakes.Hard Knuckle Tactics Crack Loudly.Now Pacifist;Preferring words to fists.Appreciate Buddhists,But no Buddhist.Could never be one with a universe;Whilst I'm busy gorging upon it.Consuming Zeitgeists,Or Galaxies.Buddha Belly or not.Hermit Guru;Piss Poor Monk.
Ran away from home a lot as a kid.Never got very far walking in the boonies.Now acknowledge,Everything is temporary,Even home.Haven't had one of those,For a while now -Feeling precarious.Always been our normal.Trudging through literal mud,or worseBut I'm okay with being temporary.Really.
What else can I do?But hold my fist aloft -Pincushioned by arrows,Or slugs.But that doesn't matter.None of it does.only my nose pressed against the grindstoneAlready Peeling Bloody.Haggard old bastard.Buddha Belly Scarred,Stretched.White scars aplenty.But that doesn't matter.Never did.
Old Power.Kind politics can't imitate.Force of will.Presence of danger.Old Evils,Cultivated Amongst Worse Banal Evils.Devil you know.Shall we shake on it?Never read The Prince,Already learned that Machiavelli shit decades ago."Multiple Discovery.""Simultaneous Invention."Whatever.Fuck.
Month ago,Remained nobody.Today,Stand atop Shakespeare's carcass,Still nobody.Silly old cryptid;Making art in dead mediums,Nobody cares about.So:"Nobody."Writing & writing,As nobodies do -Infinite Creation Engines,Stapled to brain cages,In dark isolated rooms.Pitch Black Epiphanies.
Enough Doom For One Day.Still lack power, wealth, or influence,To fix the biggest problems of Humanity.So today I respect my reach:Clean my house,Bake some rosemary,& banana bread.Breathe deep of vapor -Contemplate life as always,Inevitably growing scope & scale,To orbitals.Dreaming Big.
Of course I have weaknesses.Some visible.Others not.Spent lifetimes learning -To ensure I covered as many of them,In as much armor plating,Or as many cursed seals,As I could muster.Strength is objective,Not subjective.Grip force, size, mental & physical power.Stuff that makes petty Warlords.
How many times?This exact thing,In this exact place?Smoking in the yacht club parking lot,Listening to the Friday night bands,At the bar a block north.Back at 15 or 16 -I'd just go to the liquor store in my work clothes.Black grease stained face & visi gear.Reeking of orange clean.Buy beer or...
Remember these boonies friday summer nights.Trapped in our middle of nowhere.Highway drive - hour north & south,To true civilization.Used to drive the highway late on school nights, blasting dumb aughts euro edm.The second CD of "In Your Honour,"For makeouts & sex in the back seat.The...
Stage Picture:Sitting on side of my pickup box,Perched on the plastic,Smoking a joint in my detested hometown.Truck parked -Yacht Club gravel parking lot.Can hear announcer,Cheers,Live band,At the bar a block down.Just me,My blunt,& crickets chirping.Golden Moments,Eh?Waste of my Eidetic Memory.
Coming to this town -Gives me uncomfortable feelings.Bougie bullshit,Craft beer,Nice food,Excess of condos.Don't hide forestry town roots.The life I lived,Called Gay & Retard constantly -As slurs of course.Hate crimed by the school system itself.Gossiped.Shit-talked.Kinda hate it here.
11:00pm To 1:28am:Insomnia strikes again,Fool I was -Latte at one in the afternoon.Yesterday,Technically.Damned my own potential,For extended grasping hands -STOP.Still.Silent.These boulders,Old mountains,All to move.Each failure of Our Will,Or Way,Ripples Outwards.Just like this.