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Tuesday, Jun 25, 2002
family affairs
steel your face
my buddy
ashen
kiss the girls love is like... next generation our friend cuffs
smoke
heat
passion darkly
revealed
where the heart is
a ruby in paradise
divine secrets
someone like....
eye of the beholder
til death do us part
natural born
double jeopardy
sisters
normal life
space ghost
a time to kill
high crimes
farewell
blackout
Friday, Jun 21, 2002
olive drab
sorry for the histronic
hysterical phonics
its a simplistic heuristic
without a splash of tonic
and contrition towards inhibition
is nothing short of chronic
as the target slips within range
the sensory blips become demonic
while the radar waves are spinning
the bombadier on his plans he just sits
in the hangar in the cockpit
he measures out his splits
but the colonels and the generals
are giving each other fits
cant decide if its time for world war 3
or a case of mixolplix
dont you flyboy
way up high
in your shiny new machine
whats the use
of all that training
waiting for lights to turn from red to green
then the call came
but you complain
that you havent got the nerve
pull the choke chain
throttle back
instead of liftoff
shake and swerve
down the runway
constructing models
that have never been and never will be built
aborted mission
no transmission
you cant whirl
if you wont even tilt
Thursday, Jun 20, 2002
hazmatch
Wednesday, Jun 19, 2002
signal intelligence
a breakdown in security
breaking out the boil-ease
noones paying royalties
to shoot me out of sequence
the frequency of reality
the futility of fealty
the utility of banality
is boring me to depths
the icy-hot brigade
the minted lemonade
the heart that trumps the spade
who dealt this anyway
the bunker busting bombs
armed with incendiary alms
they stormed with worlds of calm
yet the wounds would surely linger
the cipher wouldnt suffer
no need for zones to buffer
the message is quite clear
relax your guardamnation and penetrate your fear
now thats hardly a wringing endorsement
what an enlightening display
of frightening dismay
the road unraveled
more travailed than traveled
voices stinging
choices flinging
greets that do not mete
out expectations
in digestible expectorations
spit please
then rinse
rope burnout (wick wick whacked)
its a simple line
and yet im queasy
marked time with rhyme
i wish it was that easy
made my wayback down
while the sampler assailed
am i just so blind
cant even read your braille
did i not say it wrong
does it meander too much
if i skipped the trope
would you double dutch?
ok ok ok ok
the fabric of our lies
all swatches and patched together
had i known all along
would that make me feel much better
its those darn kids
and their mysterious machinations
asleep at the wheel
that is permanently vacated
put your stenciled life down
youre so cut and so pasted
and dont ever forget
that youre twice as evasive