1. Canned Row.
What is this
What is the purpose of this
What do you get in a second,
tell me,
Can you feel a second,
if
The Universe was born in a second
The Universe shall be destroyed
in a second, and
They are 60 to your minute
24 to your day,
well,
The Universe is no more
And you carry on,
dialled by hand
Time is slack and slow
Do you think this is nothing but a hoax
Tried, and fried, and hung on a line, to show
That this is not much of a go,
it's a
Canned row.
2. Self Upgrade.
The idea of another self,
it
Struck me while I was being indulged in
Re-issues
Paper-making machines,
you know,
On the crest of the morning nausea
Was I new
Was I not used
Was I good enough to be offered a reward for
In this life the good things don't pay off
In the age of think-holes in a punch-card
You are just another whole
Punched up,
Bunched up,
And whored down in a horde
Left alone broken like a token barricade,
spoken of
As another self
upgrade.
3. Higher Ground.
This is a higher ground
You can be still,
I rode in sects and tongues
They lie aback wheels training
I'm coughing up
heart and lungs,
'cause
This is an HG
Get High age of non-thisisms
Forms of life in water, air and earth
Man has outscored,
completely,
In a rage to become one roaring, soaring, boring
Nothing,
But this is a higher ground
You can be still.
4. Hiss.
Come down, all things
Leaves on a tree
Feathers of a bird
Beads from a string
Hands of a winner
Mercury
Security measures
Dark spots and light steps
Come down, everything
Stars and spangles
Banners and bans
Rounds of beer on a day-off
Rings and wrongs
Rights and song chords
But for the air,
All things come down,
Except for the air
Inside of a foot punched ball
Thrown against a stray nail,
Bust, useless, spoiled
The air comes up,
It's this, -
A hiss...
2012.