12-26-02 04:30

soap bubbles champagne scum slurp and sip and scrub a bit cleanse your mind and
pay the fine to leave it all behind carry forth a new idea and eyeball the new frontier along the way we pray and prey and hope to stay the same fence ,BR>your mind and mine your approaches crack the sky and dig your trenches

01-06-03 08:14

cold steel bar sleak smooth hard solid dense heavy dangerous when put in motion
dangerous when you are in motion forged from fires of hell as in the clank
clank red hot spitting I think of Sauron and his slimy brawny armies versus the
elegant elves and their arrows of carefully fashioned wood and feathers
or the chilly phallic towers splitting the sky in defiance versus the
forest filigree warm beautiful homes integrated at ease ..or back to a
bar.. the worn wood of an ancient Irish pub polished elbow after elbow ad
infinitum

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01-21-03 12:07

We wordplay days away
slather succumb subsume an awareness
subjugate and elongate an apostate of places
English and native all a mishmash
its Intercourse Pennsylvania of incalcuable innuendo
New Hope in Minnesota while P.A. comes again
Sleepy Eye Minn can spit straight in a spittoon
or make a Blooming Prairie, perchance if you're wary
White Bear Lake's the place to wait for goodness sake
while Red Wing on the river sing sing sings & flies away home
Wayzata's [Why- Zeta's] on the lake but where's zat at?
ya know, its Hell Michigan at the end of time
it needs work- and where's the punchline?
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03-04-03 04:46
methodist
the narrow constricting collar and tie, choking me
but I did like to sing.
the sleep-inducing sermon, usually, doodling in the order of worship
not enough to keep me happy.
but I did like to sing.
the readings mysterious, mostly incomprehensible, ancient words in
strange English,
but I did like to sing
the hypocrisy in the words, with the congregation in their 300
dollar suits and dresses, evident even to the child me,
but I did like to sing
the hard wooden benches pressing my butt, making me squirm, lose
whatever focus I managed,
still I did like to sing
the songs always hard to center around my range - which octave should
I use?
still I liked to sing
the choir and congregation, lifting me the voices and organ carrying
my spirit aloft, standing among all the tall adults singing right
along, familiar hymns like favorite foods nourishing me warming me
Wesley had a way with a hymn, didnt he?

03-05-03 14:05
look not for meaning herein

priest prays peeps practices props pretends prolongs prevaricates along about
now I should say I dont know any personally so i will hold my thoughts and
thicknesses and threads loosely in my hand not to fall or cut circulation
and I continue to write not leading anywhere as a priest would lead his
fold spiritual guide group gestalt gathered grandly garrulous and
Gesthamane bound and gagged as gales of laughter from gangs of groupies or
gaggle of goosesteppers grappling Dopplegangers and dreer bells toll for
fortune and fame befalling those who have seen it all before

03-06-03 05:00

laugh until your sides hurt until you run out of breath until something hits
you between the eyes until your toes are stomped or someone gags you then
laugh some more moreover dont stopover in the dreery places but pass on by,
bestowing your cheer as you go just flow thats what you're known for thats
why you're here not trying to diminish you its a gift its a healthy
lifegiving thing

03-10-03 09:51
catalog not your problems lest they overwhelm
count your chickens
enumerate your nummies
belabor your blessings
but who wants advice at a time like this
plug on
dont equate your self with nobody else cause you cant ever see all
they are
cause and effect and collect what you can and reduce what you can of
what you dislike and spike that ball over the net

04-25-03 12:38

cradle rock in the trees who speak by branches and leaves strange customs
revealed but unheard in our ears language of the earth forgotten only
occasionally glimpsed our most distant relatives shelter us clothe us feed
us yet we hear not an inference a complaint an injunction thinking El niño
la niña icebergs melt rivers on fire birds falling from brown skies species
gone forever with nary a feeling, certainly not a word, of loss from those
we follow long into the dark night as stars wink out overhead we wouldnt even
note the supernova so wound up in our own petty lives are we

05-05-03 10:42
poltice applied cool relief burn becomes something that is nice to escape
sometimes as if sitting by a fire, as cold night air still chills my back
while my face must be bright red I'm like Mercury facing the sun with ice on
the far side as sparks fly in a conflict of heated air carrying somewhat
solid matter upwards to the waiting trees whose cool leaves blot out the
distant starfire otherwise unshielded from view in the moonless night sky

05-09-03 10:26

Homily and homonym say what you mean and sound like you mean something...
Elucidate and illuminate- reverberate but dont prevaricate! Impassioned
impediments to the illuminati prelong the longing and prevent the ascension
of the seven steps to heaven or however you want to express the expressway
to your heart and soul's desire Is there such a thing as illuminati? people
who we trust to be wise? I guess its a relative thing- your mom or dad
perhaps? wiser than thou?

May 20, 2003 11:33:26 PM
everyone's days are numbered, but no one knows the
score, when their number comes up when their ship comes
in when the boatman reaches the lee shore dont count
your chickens or be chicken little the sky may fall the
wind may cease the rains may never reach the earth may
crack but borrow tomorrow make another brother sister
say uncle cry your beloved country don't plant your feet
walk on I look and the trees still look bright green
with new life so I know its ok not a negative, not like
twilight time in hell all black and red and purple
swollen and seething, a strain on the eyes and a drag
on the soul no blue white bright singing seeking rowdy
life vivisimo!
June

maybe a rear-view mirror would help objects appear 
farther than they
are but once they are behind you, its as if they are 
infinitely far
you cant go home again
 a time machine is not something I have seen
but
if you dont make a change, today may SEEM like 
yesterday
sometimes that might be good
food for thought
once eaten provides energy
or might burden

July

numbers mean nothing unless attached to something sort 
of like love floating free of an object kind of like 
some would describe God's love floating in the ethers 
free of an object or enveloping all but would it have 
meaning if not directed raw data raw emotion distinct 
from reality 

July
sliding precariously balanced on a hump-backed wave as it curls and collapses explodes on the sand and sucks back to begin again not caring if I rode or was sucked under although then again maybe it does my mass has some effect diverts some H2O molecules interferes to some small degree with its pounding dragging tearing action on the shore one billionth of a eon longer this shore will hold its place
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words floating nearly free estranged then rearranged 
enveloping thoughts love of the world of life of all 
thats in it floating free the object may be a superset 
of all to contradict my other notion in motion 
conflagration of association flaring into new

Purps thought this odd: ( tomcoleman, Jul 31, 2003 3:44:41 PM ) 


"pie R squared- once in a while, but mostly they are 
round or cut almost into triangles with no tune, with 
one curved side which makes them pie shaped why is that?
when really pie in its unaccosted state is round unless
you look at it on edge then what is it? pancake- shaped?
I heard Kansas is flatter than a pancake, really, 
unless you count the little hills in the north, that 
the topography of a pancake more resembles some other 
state- maybe alabama? 49 states have seatbelt laws 
where is the hold-out? my son and I were discussing the
helmet laws which are being considered for overturning 
here for motorcycles he was saying people were arguing 
you die with or without helmet in a motorcycle crash 
give me a break oops bad choice of phrase but maybe it 
should be the motorcyclists choice maybe for seatbelts 
too but we all pay when they get crippled or maimed so 
many arguments around and round like a pie "

I cant say I disagre with her

August

sliding gouging resistant dirt under nails in the wood 
flute grooved soil soylent green none to be found only 
greasy pavement in Chile they have golf courses of dirt,
the "green" held hard and fast by a slathering of motor
oil and in a desert where they recieve 1/2 " annual 
rainfall "water" hazards are blue painted rocks talk 
about diehards real estate (unreal estate?) is cheap 
there I suppose versus many golf courses here which 
seem like unlikely profit-makers given their expanse 
their expense as I expound explain explicit experience 
expecting extemporaneous extolling except exhibited 
extreme exhaustion exceeds exemplary intentions

Tom Coleman ( tomcoleman, Aug 5, 2003 10:13:29 AM ) 


soft chubby finger points mouth open in awe at many a 
new thing oh oh the surprises but oh! some things 
aren't RIGHT- I cant get everyhitng I want! the 
injustice! don't you KNOW what I want? oh to be able to
TALK

Tom Coleman ( tomcoleman, Aug 7, 2003 2:27:47 PM ) 

seeing sienna smoke rise towards the sky I am concerned
but I suppose someone else is dealing with it so 
instead I admire the color against the bright blue 
reminding me of smoke from across the grandest canyon 
in July from at least 12 miles away we saw the white 
plume flattening a scant few degrees above the North 
Rim but enough and long lasting enough to cause haze at
sunrise and sunset, painting the canyon with smeary 
pastels rather than the more distinct rainbows in rock 
usually seen- hard to know how big it was or why it was
but I know its a wilderness there to the west of the 
north rim lodge perhaps far enough north to be near 
some outpost LDS settlements where they still practice 
polygamy, pulling a modest living from SUV or hiking 
tourists or enroute to Zion Park and maybe they 
practice dry farming, incorporating techniques learned 
from the tribes, overlooked by the government as 
harmless or uneconomic to pursue, a skirting of federal
and state law, where the women still wear bonnets and 
perhaps practice a form of democratic communism, under 
an umbrella of theocracy, which is seen as the divine 
ideal, almost a return to Eden (or at least the 
Promised Land or else the smoke rises from a very 
thinly populated bit of reservation where indigenous 
tribes can still live simply much as they have for 
hundreds or thousands of years, the Havapai I believe 
on the south rim have isolated villages accessable on 
foot or by horseback not even SUVs go there and the 
NORTH rim is even more remote, but know this is off the
top of my head so its accuracy is disputable in my own 
mind 

poet tasting: mmm delicate and subtle hmm this one is 
pedestrian and brutal aaaah thought provoking and 
lyrical errg cant make heads or tails of this one bleh 
sensationalist and trendy YES creative use of language,
new, effective imagery 
the murderous politics of noise (stolen from Magister 
Ludi): brings to mind (various levels of murderousness 
here) cars passing by on the street with booming 
stereos rattling my window, disrupting the Waco cult 
with loud music and Hitler shouting and pounding on the
podium 

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