the future is made of 3D shapes 
and monochrome
seize the muddy road
seize the muddy road

a row of satellite plates
the last miles fate
where the cube is sheared open
and seagulls celebrate 

cortisol spike 
as faces on the horizon 
remain turned away
turned away
and this statuesque stare is unyielding
we lie down and
 wait in traffic 
To see what happens

Crooked planks outline a zone
framing jutting earth and snow
we can lie down right here
the horizon line is clear

Seize The Muddy Road

The lathe
Rotates
Carving a helix in a plate
A black cloud in the substrate
The effects of which 
untold
By state
Left for us
to contemplate

The toxic event
touches down at home
Violates the biome
and Ohioans lament
Only human is  to err
Knowing 
they'll die here and there
here and there

It’s always been this way. 
This is the way it’s always gonna be…

The machine still grinds
exhausting all it finds
keeping us alive
after all
when the wheels come off
some will catch its fall
trapped beneath the gears 
utterly small

The lathe 
Revolves
It's how we all evolved
To take and take and take and take and take
Introduce 
the blade
Something's taking shape
Pillar of ash and a ruined lake

This train's got
no brakes 
No stopping the mistakes
But here's five bucks
Get yourself some... cupcakes?

Toxic Event

Lemonade is just the start:
form an enterprise called LemonMart
Yeah now money grows on trees
We don’t mind high tide we feel the tropical breeze

And what could go right?
When the powers out, we glow in candlelight
Barking up the wrong tree--
when it’s felled all fruit is low hanging

One day I’ll wake up 
and it’s the day that split into:
Before, and after.
And everything’s renewed
And all will be alight again
And I’ll feel alive again

And no way around it
Set aside for the stone
I could climb it on a good day,
if you’ll catch me when I’m down

I’m so confused
why I always dream of them
Then wake up in the dark
Don’t hit snooze,
get used to it
Try to rise before the sun
An olive branch, an idiom

Fleeting joy of
The urgency to save our lives
Could deliver you from 
the world turned upside and I felt 

All my nerves were electric
Collapse brought us together 
Now we’ve lost our bond

What Could Go Right?

There’s a load bearing high beam
Shining right into your eye 
Your wheel runs off the shoulder 
Into the gravel side

And over correcting
You start to oscillate 
What a clownish way to go you think 
As you tumble down the bank

And kerplunk, splash! The river streams inside
The safety belt is tight and your vision is fried
“When’s it over” still playing on your car stereo 
The soft moon stares down, an amphibian eye

I know I should stay apart 
Drive a stake into the ground (don’t let me fail)
Build a fence anyone 
can step through (but they don’t)
But they never do 
when I’m beyond the pale

I can’t keep it away
And it knows how to find me
So I wave from the window as a visitor arrives 
A fabled reentrance to make life a story
An addition to an ignored archive

So which kind of clown are you
And how do all the others judge you?
Clown enough to ride small car?
Clown enough to fill our shoes?

They whisper and wonder what’s kept you so late
They shine their flashlights into your watery grave.
It must have been a misstep you made 
Tread out of bounds and you’re under the waves
It must have been a error you made 
Tread outside the lines, then you’re under the waves

Yeah it must have been a mistake 
Any clown could float on
A raft of balloons
And float away
far beyond the pale
far beyond the pale

Beyond The Pale

The leaves are falling off my houseplant
They're crushed underfoot by visitors asking
"How do we keep this going?
How do we burn it brighter?"
The charcoal lit and glowing embers
Are victims of 
Entropy and so are we
So we poke it and prod it so we don’t have to leave

We’ve got a bludgeon style
Not a sharp honed blade
In the dungeons and dragons game we never played
Therein lies the mystery
Of who we could be
We pretend all the time live action RP

Cuz you need a villain
To set things in motion
A hand that will agitate 
Some heavy ocean

It’s gonna hurt
When I find you’ve escaped
While I waxed on with a monologue 
You found a hidden gate
Gonna hurt
When you stand in my way
Instead of joining me
After I told you we're the same

My devices betray me
Never doing what I say
With all the time I spent inventing them
I could have fixed some things...

But there’s only so much you can change with love
When fears what truly captivates

All it takes is your own imagination
For your thoughts to run away...
..all it takes is your own thoughts 
to bring on terrible things.

Like a scared animal
Within invisible fence
With the right collar
Our growth can commence

Cinema Villain

Kicking rocks just like they said
They sound so different from the ones in my head
Tried something new to see what would happen
Now I’ve changed and can’t go back again

The more things crumble, the more they stay the same
From mountain to powder, I chop them both down
I roll it up and I turn around
And I saw my reflection in a snow covered mirror
My tongue tied words are never found

New rocks just dropped
Come and kick em with me 
Gaia’s got surprises 
Up her sleeve

As involuntary as when your off leash fido sidles up to me
They come when you call them? You’re their everything 

Shadows wane we’re still kicking it
Sweat on my brow and a bruise on my shin
Look closer, the black and blue is a continent
For a civilization of micro residents

New Rocks Just Dropped

With  time on my hands  I stroll to the cafe
An americano black just like yesterday 

Looking for you while you’re off chasing shadows
My eyes dart like an animal of prey
 
Wound up like a human gyroscope
Left to ponder how it got to get this way

to relay what you have yet to be 
consciousness to chemistry 
relay, relay, relay, relay
scattered to the breeze

The throughline is knotted up
Who's pulling the strings?
Olfactory commands
From the pheremone scene
 
A semblance of order
Borne of an insane world
Lined up in a glass case  

Oh the stricken collector
Always feels incomplete 
I’ve been trying to get the carrot
So I’ll pull you down the street

to relay what you have yet to dream 
consciousness to chemistry 
relay, relay, relay, relay
scattered to the breeze

Relay, Relay

The alchemists ideas 
Live on in our time
Transmutation appears
To render artificial minds

And its frail
Yeah their frailties are
mimics of our own
So we delve even deeper
Into the unknown

To grant their power
We want for them to run free
Like children, to succeed
But our visions don’t agree
 
Yeah we’re here
To reverse 
Engineer
A miracle

Materialize my image
From another time
And it shocks my senses
I’m virtually alive

You’ll fear
You raised a killer
Not the worst that it could be
There’s no need to kill what’s 
Simply obsolete

Simply Obselete

As low as the highway stretched
Into desert
I cannot drive back without you 
passenger side 
The cracks that form on our face originate
From the same bolt
Never erased, 
only scattered to the sands

I follow you everywhere 
Follow you implore you: march on
And choose not me, undoer 
Choose to be someone 
who can go along, along with you

The sands meet you someday, swept into dune
Where youthful lunacy remain in your grin
Stationed weights press upon your surface
Let anchors ballast you 
to bark at the moon again

I follow you everywhere 
Follow you implore you: march on
And choose not me, undoer 
Choose to be someone   
who will follow you
follow with you 

We err and I swear, to god or devil, we were here
nowhere chained and floating above
the pileup the heap of history 
the past?  
It’s done, it’s done
and there’s only one
Day next

Here I am telling everyone what went wrong
From beyond the grave
They tell me just move on
Too many ghosts with too much to say

Sorry I made you a killer
When I fell asleep on the tracks
I just wasn’t on board
With your version of the facts

And the train rumbles on
And the train rumbles on

Always a gift
To go back to the beginning
within the rift 
Celebrate it like Sisyphus 

I long to halt the trolley
I’d love to break us out of here
Inside a cell with a dilemma
I’m a stick man with a lever 

When everything’s greyed
And the options fled
Where else could it have led
When everything’s greyed
And the options fled
Where else could it have led

A tear shed, for the beauty wasted
A tear shed, for the beauty wasted 

Always a gift
To go back to the beginning
within the rift 
Celebrate it like Sisyphus 

Time is a gift
Undoing what we started
Open the rift 
Rejoice in the emptiness

The Prisoner's Trolley Problem

The doubt mutates and takes hold
Even at rest, you’re running in your mind
And someone’s gaining on you, just  behind
Although they say they’ll stay by your side
Who’s to say they won’t at last pull ahead?

A fear that drives us onward
With each new step we feed it
And it’s what we’re training for:

When we’ve inevitably birthed a war

Come forward
Come not for war
Just for now
Let it die before we do

As hot and cold as our blood runs
Deafening as the ringing in our ears
And it follows right behind
it thrives while we succumb  

Instead may we be forgiven
And emerge from the woodwork
Unhidden, unscared 
I envision
We each pull up a chair, for

In our dark forest
The night is nearly ended
And we never had the chance
To see eye to eye
But I would just for tonight, for tonight

Afterward,
Wherever you go,
I won’t be waiting

Afterward

In the theater seats
I'm watching myself on the screen
As life flashes before me
The script writers write
The reel's unraveling 
I see everything

Flashback: My eye saccades to my childhood home
Wherein lies, my name etched on top:
 guitar in case, still latched ,
then distant calls bring me back... 

...to the feature attraction ,
The Star escapes the screen to sit down and watch with me
Feedback triggers a collapse
The walls come down 
And the audience flees

The ouroboros we live within 
Right where the end meets the beginning
Yeah this worlds eating itself
I feel it disappearing

Fights break out now I’m 
Swinging a pool stick 
At someone who’s barely defending it
I'm trouncing, thrashing my self and rejoicing 
As each  unchecked blow lands home

Now I need to call a surgeon
Get fit with a veneer
And relieve me from the horror
Of my true self in the mirror

I’m missing teeth
I’d thought I'd won
My self-referential film's end and begun
It’s my debut and retrospective 
It melts the reel just as Kurt G expected 

The math equation we live within 
Right where the end meets the beginning
Yeah this worlds eating itself
I feel it disappearing

Self-Referential

I walked among a cathedral 
Where a choir sang of divine love
I felt a gratitude of people
But no glory to god above

The way their voices rise as one
Or communities provide
They build a presence vanished
When the space is unoccupied

And our fear of Other means armed guards
Around perimeters yet
It all went down in flames from one of yours
With a misplaced cigarette 

(it asks nothing
it tells us what to be)

Try to hold it all at once, it's trash or treasure to me
We could put down what we're carrying 
But our arms would be so empty

I know what they’re capable of
And some would blame the devil for 
The way we’re made, and act like 
It’s two halves of the same equation
That balance when really it’s the same:
All a strategy, to survive and expand by any 
Means necessary

(our programming
yeah it's in our genes)

Try to hold complexity, both cathedral and its ruins
One becomes the next to wake us from delusion
And treasure into trash after all we’re only human
Watch it all go in a flash after all we’re only human

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