THERE I GO AGAIN

the lack of answers
to the big questions

makes me think
about questions

& question
the questioning process

& there i go again

spaced out & in 

the milbank fog bogs & quagmires

thinking about thinking
eating my tail
going translucent 

&  

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NOT MENDING ANYTHING

identity migrates
does it not
when you go & probe it ?

let the quiet be there
like a problem is there

no call-ins 

no ad rain

i like exorcised answers

free from question pollutant

chill as hill then

yes

chill as a hill

not mending anything

silbury hill from wikipedia

FICTION POP 6 PEACE AND BAD TIMING

there is peace on earth
basically achieved thru music
( yes i know ! )

all the nations launch their nukes into space
obviously no one needs them anymore
even israel
( yes i know ! )

for five months the sky is like fireworks
all other weapons are melted down too
everyone builds ambulances with the iron
everyone builds windfarms with the steel

almost by osmosis everyone is sheltered and fed
everyone has water

nasa collects all the gunpowder
nasa collects all the grenades
nasa announces a bulletship to mars
nasa announces mars to be a waystation
to united peaceful and awesome exploration

due to cosmic coincidence
three alien races are approaching

one is the last of its kind
frieghting galactic knowledge
in a container tanker of answers

one is a young pioneer
best described as a multideminsional escapee
in a kind of pimped space hotrod

they are quickly destroyed
in our careless riot of peace
( yes i know ! )

the third alien is best described as a computer
it extrapolates its own destruction
it decides to err on the side of caution
and launches an eye for an eye reaction

tho ignorant of these spaceside events
we do all die happy and hopeful

hal 9000 from 2001 a space odyssey 

TAKING PARTS

the night took pieces from me 
when 
i
was 

  separated shattered and solemn
  
  incandescent 
  with  
  drink

and
staring 

  munted mullered and marked 

  in accelerated
  ennui
  overdrive

at 
the 
crowded sky 
over
my 
hometown streets

i thought it held ANSWERS
there
in
the 
turned backs of clouds
and
in
the
silver phantoms of stars

  ANSWERS
  always 
  just 
out of reach

  now 
i attempt early sleep
and

  search seek and hunt

  wired
  and
  tired

for
my
lost
pieces 
in 
the
nights inbetween moments
and
in
the 
psychedelic soup of dreams