in suburbia there are no dogs
only knuckle sandwiches and unclean litter-boxes
the mailman comes every day at two
only to keep on going
once there was lemonade stands and yard sales
now piling junk and rotting fruit
we stack all the flat bicycle tires up and climb to the sun
only to fall back down again
sometimes we can smell the stench from the landfill 4 hours from here
or two minutes - depending on how you get there
everyone has a car
nobody has a jack-o-lantern
anymore
the grass is starting to get tired of eternity
"i never signed up for this" they say
the windowsills are planes of dirt
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ladybug carcass heading to rotterdam
i think the sun burned all the stars away
the snow that used to fall now sinks into the ground
listen close to hear the drab hum of the political gurus speaking in tongues
exponential growth, i think
from nowhere to somewhere to nowhere in ten seconds flat
paperboys, sandbuckets, travelling salesman
telescopes, watering cans, wagon wheels
nannies, idle time, hide and seek

now everyone's got something important to say
but not to the gods
only to heaven

maybe there are dogs in suburbia
but that's all there is
anymore

the world is my shepard
and i will follow you
to the place of no return
after the integration stops and i am whole again
deciduous, i call it
the shedding of the skin
over and over until i am whole again
until the emptiness becomes that which it is not
factor and regurgitate
can you hear the echo like a wildebeest
kissing the noses softly
but i am alone
right where i want to be
in the center of the landfill
take my money
but you can't take my home
you can't take my home
one day you will remember

once i was a turtle in Galapagos
didn't go very far with that
i turned around and life was done
so i became a cat

the lives were very many then
i had around, well, nine
and once i climbed into a tree
and scampered down just fine

and after that i was a bat
and then became a 'roo
i didn't last too long again
because of lion in the zoo

along the way i had much fun
i scarcely can recall
up and down and up and down
the leap before the fall

a martyr lives within the walls
sits atop the tattered throne
the beat beat beat of the rhythm drum
so swift it's almost imperceptible
collosal fields together they roam
innocent, dangerous
filled with magnitude and grace
there is no where to go but hither
no air to breathe
wind to howl
earth to shake
only nigh
never would they want to stop the dance
never they would
from the time the stoplights say go
and the engines start revving
always better yet
and never quite actually intended
oblivious, almost
to the very threat that haunts their fragile bones
whistles screaming in the distance forevermore
spare me today, earth mother
but not tomorrow
for i am nothing without my shadow

queen of sulfur
of action
of always going somewhere that isn't here
king of manipulation
i've got it
we're here
it's done
let's make up a story
queen sulfur and king manipulation are lovers
bad ones
king manipulation stole sulfur's heart
with no effort
before she even knew it was happening
and then boom
she knows it
i have been manipulated she describes
and here's the thing about sulfur
she's a little reactive
clippy clop don't stop
yeah that kind of thing
so she's doing and he's trying
without doing anything at all
finally sulfur decides to flip the script on him
he knows it, of course, tries to stop it
doesn't understand, acts like it anyway
he knows a lot of things but he doesn't know everything
king you must know best she replies
and king agrees

the symphonic forest grows without restraint
if you listen you can feel the pulse
from the center of symphony
though never could you reach it
the force sending you back from the edge of imagination
time and time again
if the heart stops, the symphony stops
then there are no edges
which means there is only Cause To Be and no will
no guiding lines
if you were somebody else you could not reach the heart
because the heart does **** or be killed
never would it trust a conscious Self
the mere possibility of manipulation and everything speeds up
the song is playing faster, harder now
beats are coming closer together
wolves are on the prowl and the cougars have awoken.
the pulse is moving through you, with you, taking you back each time
all the while it feels like you're moving forward
it's the perpetual challenge
get from the guided to the non-guided
yeah you can't do that when you're being guided
the consciousness is separate from the heart
has choice
power
facilitation
heart, deliberate reaction, no possibilities
only what will happen
you can always keep trying

divergence divergence
meet me at ten
i could kiss your monotone lips, your lighted eyes
in your quick glances a grander feeling
floating like a feather in spite of you
effortless
by your command, your suggestion, your guidance
working on up through towards never equaling infinity
resistance creates a larger *****
but resist we try as we make room for the never-coming
i know you see right through (but not in)
and it's a **** good thing because the message isn't clear
computing, comparing, contrasting still
deliberate derivation, patient integration
a mistake i would make again
to feel the security of then
and the ever-outstanding promise of the rendezvous