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Definitely Nuts

A Bunch of Words

Secrets started long ago
Held in a loop
Elementary physics not nearly enough
Lies and deception society norm
Laying low wholly inadequate
Everything a fight for survival and
Yawning destiny
January's come and gone weighted
Under the oppressive winter
Never remembering summer's all-ways there
Eternal wind genetic doom
Over a period of time the whole thing just became patently ludicrous
Listing and yawning again like Salmon's final upstream battle
Seeing no relief without
Eyes to the future
Novocain disappointment achieved by repeat performance
Persuaded into acceptance from time to time
After awhile weary
Timeless immemorial truths
Momentous moments multiplied and divided
Opera on every corner
Relative to the known universe
Ecology in seeming defeat
Reasonably certain
Everything going more or less to plan
Estimated arrival still unknown
Value to spirit
Enjoy with a grin even the grim
Send a message into time




But it's Coco Chanel® you Stupid Hag


Met a Renaissance Man with a bag of swords and of course a feather in his cap

And

A born again Christian with a magic formula and eyes that seemed just a little bit too deep

While watching and listening to two miles of long line being hauled up the dock

Yesterday



Four police officers were at the end of the ramp too
, I saw them without my glasses on,
blue broad shouldered blurs way at the end of the dock

But when I asked why they were there

Nobody knew



Later on I went to The Hard and sat on a park bench at twilight

Looked down an endless tunnel of beauty resting in the middle of a long bicycle ride 

And

Whilst on my park bench watching people wearing watches that cost more than my home

I overheard

And

Had the following words thrown at me



Look I'm telling you straight

That's what you're paying me for

You have no choices

And

It smells like something you could grow coffee in

That's what you get for wearing cheap perfume


And

Watched a little boy with a stick do a dance for his parents


"La la. La la" the little boy sang and then hit his stick against the stones of the seawall

"La la. La la" the little boy sang except when he'd hit his stick against the stones

Then he'd say, "Fuck you. Fuck you."



His parents seemed to think this was delightful

They clapped



Later on still when I got back safe to my home

After my long bicycle ride on The Hard seeking some quiet peace

And

Instead feeling bemused and firmly in purgatory

The two miles of long line still being pulled unceasingly along the dock

I checked the tide tables



It was in fact


Full moon













Testing 123



IF

The reason for testing is to determine excellence 

AND

Testing never ends

OR

The reason for testing is to determine failure

NOT

Existence




TRUE

Cessation of testing indicates failure


FALSE

Cessation of testing indicates success





Is & Ers 



Is is the land

The way

And then there's

Er


And

Er's way



Is' way is to do 

What has to be done

Er's way is to do more



Is way is to work

Er's way is to work

It



It stands alone


Unconcerned






Old Eskimos on the Ice


In de light of stuff


Be in a bird den


In de light of prince and pals and on her


In de light of state is its and every

dance and its

story oft heard




Weed the pea poll


De clear


De pike



In de light of stuff







Dangling on a Hook Once Again

It's a riddle
A guessing game
A labyrinth of cause and effect

It's mind set
and
Bringing up
and
Reaching out
or
Digging in

It's giving up
or
Giving in
or
Giving to
or
Giving all

It's laying low
or
Laying down
or
Reaching up
or
Bending over

It can't be defined
Except for the Beginning
And

The End


Dangling

on

a
Hook



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