Wednesday, April 26, 2006
SWINE FLEW
My Doctor Tells Me to Leave It Alone or I Won't Live
to See Another Year,
Well Then I'm Going to Kick the Feed Bucket Soon,
Because I Keep Hearing the Motto "When Pigs Fly", It
Must Be CuPIG Whispering in My Ear.
If It's My Time to Go, I'm Going to Go Happy, I
Bring Home the Bacon and By God I'll Fry It Up in a
Pan,
My Next Breakfast in Bed Might Be in My Coffin, Just
Tell BOB EVANS I Said Goodbye and Thanks for Being My
Best Man.
Oh, Oh! I Feel Light Headed Again, I Think My Days
are Numbered, Bury Me Sunny Side Up How I Like My
Eggs, and Tell The Minister to Crack Some Jokes,
CuPIG's Guiding Me Toward the Light at the End of
the Tunnel, I Turn To Him and Smile, "That'll Do Pig,
That'll Do!" and To All of You Out There in TV
Land...."Th-Th-Th-That's All Folks!"
Joints Lit by TheRedBantoo | 
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Quantum Knots
Draft
(Your not reading this
unless you found tomorrow's memories
tied with quantum strings of hope
and wrapped with small
non-trivial quantum knots)
I hear your singing voice coming through our history-path, voicing notes I love to hear
Whispering a myriad of softly singing echoes, you let me know you’re coming near
I hear your sounds - you Quantum you – I know you’re hovering on the ground
Your cooing quantum-woven singing-threads -singing all the songs I love
But no! This time I’m not listening!
I’ll take a sword to my hand
a shield to my chest
You know the past
always in our history-path
we always take to arms
and fight for our allegiances!
in each history-path we raise our banner
And we sharpen our sword
We shall defend our fields
we defend our honor and our lives
our children, husbands and wives.
We will pull the bow,
we will take the arrow
from its quiver!
a shout …a battle in the air …
… a song in the wind
a rider swept along….
She wore a white flowing dress a scene painted perfect, so the dress billowed some in the wind as she walked across the cliff
Her perfect windy vantage point blowing streams of hair dark across a face that scanned sky and sea, horizon eyes searching for her ship
The howling wind was failing, she knew the hurricane was dieing, so with quantum strings of hope and faith she prayed for sight of mast or flag
for her husband and brethren
they still lived and fought
on their flimsy ship
against an angry sea
She knew
they would fight long and hard
to overcome!
But was her husband coming home?
She whished to know -
that if he were still alive…
would she feel it in her heart?
… and for a time…
… her heart…
… hung …
… in the balance…
Then she knew
They will overcome - breaking through the waves
from all the different memories of her mind
And every song of the history-path,
the men have strength they have talent
they are strong and brave,
he will come home against the wind.
She thought…
… he will hold me in his arms
and kiss my lips again…
a sound ….
a rattle in the wind……
a rider… riding along…
(really draft!!!) (only roughed out here)
I hear your myriad of shimmering echoes. I hear you – you Quantum you – singing in the air
I know your coming, all the thoughts and dreams from all the paths - both hope and fear
in the night in the delusional addiction of unbarable sorrow beging death to bring all your paths together
your selfish strings dragging across the Multiverse with pain and sorrow you can’t even share
I heard you in glory when you rose to overcome, when the band played to bring their hero home
I hear you singing in the song, because you sing too –
you sang all these songs and all-the-other songs… songs a hundred -million strong…
You sung the loops of quantum gravity
and your sound shook the strings of hope - moving even your own human thought
yeah it was you…
because you were there…
you lived your life in a trillion different worlds and you lived a trillion different times
And you lived in all these worlds
because… well, you’re living in this history-path world where your life is
faster than quantum rope
swifter than light
then you don’t remember it
Joints Lit by TheRedBantoo |
Sunday, April 02, 2006
The Confused Duck
In the middle of the lake of my mind's forest
As you stood with your shorts around your neck
I was trying to remember why I need to eat an apple
I applaud my intricate design on your upper lip
I wait for my friend as the horizon meets gorilla
Intensity is as intensity does
I am no more
You are but a figment of imagination in this circus of life
And I am free
But free costs and I am paying
And if I have to I will cut off my toes in spite of my face
Because without you, there is no sale at Macy's
And I am driven to take a hot air balloon to France
Weep no more for me as I am a walrus
And walruses do not eat yogurt past the expiration date
So forever more you will be my princess in adult sized pin ups
And I can begin to breathe again
Flush the toilet of my abandonment
Come away with me to the center of the universe
Tell me all the pretty lies that Buddah told you
And I will put you in my will which I have hidden in my sandwich
Go now, fly, be free
Catch you on the fruit loop
Joints Lit by TheRedBantoo |
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