ABOUT NUMBERS STATIONS

theres radio
in the netherspace

that plays only songs i know

its like a numbers station
but broadcasts rock n roll

~

its signal strength depends

on

my

alignment of invisible antenna

but the message 

is always clear -

in a gadda da vida honey

yonder stands 

your orphan

with his gun 

WHERE NEON TURNS TO WOOD, A RHYME POP-FRAG

the mornings
need a caretaker

the gone days
need curation

my small words
are diy bouquets

not everything
is a question

~

but the answers my friend
are up around the bend

past arts appropriation creases
down where the neon turns to wood

MAGIC IN THE DREAMLANDS

too much of nothing
makes a man a liar
sang bob dylan

& i think he is on to something
cos yesterday

hollywood called 

my hotline again

& begged for me 

to come work my magic

in the dreamlands

asap & pronto

gulfstream prepped

wheels up in sixty

i flew a gulfstream

into orbit once

 

after id trained 

seal team six

in gold standard krav maga

OUR GLOBE THEIR WHACKAMOLE

the hungry pile up
against the contractors fences

one way cash
nowhere people

need a cow catcher mama
to clear a red carpet path

~

our globe

 

their iphone whackamole

if that

GOD THING

HAPPINESS DOESNT HAVE TO BE IGNORANT THO IT MOSTLY IS

put your daily paper down
&
clutch your plastic zen
&
smile like theres no fear
&
discard the how and when
&
breath inside your belly-mind
&
breath out again and then - 
                  
be happy on purpose
or
as
close
as
you
can
get
in the flat burn of this undone world

once youre there
youll find a reason - hide in a tree
                      chase a bee
                      dissolve the me

cos 
what 
the 
hell 
else 
do you do ?

when negativity dont get you thru ?

from christyslifelessons.com