time machine men
time machine women
dogs go with them
in the time machine
no time for this
no time for that
it's funny how they do things
in the other county
in a time machine
there is no time
that's a paradox
no no no
in the year before this one
there was a time machine
in my opinion
crab time, good time
Monday, October 29, 2007
time machine interlude: a poem
Sunday, October 28, 2007
trying plods: a poem
blods, in a heap
blods, make them in a furnace
where are you, blods?
trying blods
welling blods
trying plods
working a plod plan
to take over the earth
Friday, October 26, 2007
gold fossils: a poem
I.
out in the field
we don't know
anything
out in the field
we repeat ourselves
for effect
II.
there are gold fossils
there are a wrong rebus
you smell the gold
you pick it up on the air
it's like a strong harp sound
it soothes you
yeah
yeah, it does
gentrols: a poem
gentrols flying high
they make use of the winds
look upon them
see yourself in their motion
see yourself in their fate
their fate which is their doom
now you know the way of god
Thursday, October 25, 2007
shifting corpses: a poem
oh now
shifting corpses
oh now
shifting crop
shifting crop!
all the time now
get it down
all the time now
get it down
all the time now
all right okay!
in a bag a friend!
in time a friend!
let's do it here!
the plans are made!
an important time!!!!!!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
in bof field: a poem
in bof field...
some time ago
there walked a beast
heh, a beast
heh, a beast
what a guy
what a super guy he was to us all
we paid for dinner
okay, we didn't pay for dinner
what a joker
SifBlog History!: Early draft of "vague operaies: a poem"
vague operaies
eyes
operaies
shill brag
shill frab
operaies
you need the blue key
(Original)
the song of god: a poem
lord
heavenly lord
god
heavenly god
all the angels
the heavenly angels
all the heaven-men
the heaven-men who do good
the avatars of his holiness
they are so good
the ones who present him with gifts
they too are good
the ones who present him with sacrifices
they are also good
all the disciples and those like them
they have our blessing
all the same disciples
they have our blessing
the kings and the queens of the land
they are touched by his grace
the commoners and the peasants and the people
they seek his wisdom and find it
the animals what know no better
they are protected by his glory
the sun and the moon and the stars
they don't understand what it is they make up
the universe and the planets and the other men around them
they wouldn't know but they are also touched
the border between the worlds
it is graceful
the pen that writes the story about them
it is blessed as well
all of them, so happy
you see this and you agree and you sing
carpeted glass: a poem
let's get a carpet it glass
what does that mean
let's go darv the car
what does that mean
clink and clank went the glasses
i don't even know
vic, are you there?
ha ha, ok
an arch-class dervish sings: a poem
we all gathered in the hall
arm to arm, and nervous
to hear him talk
he was an arch-class dervish
the highest class
they said he had a lot to say
a lot of sense to make.
he didn't make any.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
the trem caspis: a poem
oh,
it's the trem caspis
he's lost it
i don't even know why he does it anymore
i don't know why they don't
take his name away
what does that even mean?
what's a trem caspis?
does anyone even care anymore?
get rid of the trem caspis.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
taut hawsers on my ship: a poem
taut hawsers on my ship, oh!
my ship sails on the ocean, yes!
it sails on the ocean, all right!
the water is very narrow, oh!
narrow!
let's do it!
all right!!!!!
Monday, October 15, 2007
The Moon Rocket: a recollection
I remember, as a boy, looking at the moon, and asking my father what it was. He told me it was the moon, and to get there one must take a rocket. I swore to myself I would build a rocket and go to the moon. Would you believe it really happened??!???!?????
lander & harmonize: a poem
lander
and harmonize
scour the land
find nature for the land
create a colony on the land
they were visionaries in their day
they created in their day
finding new ways to say our words
and to create new things
it's a strange and crazy mixed up cycle
Thursday, October 11, 2007
plaster busts: a poem
in the house of my ancestors
i sought the knowledge of ancients
i thought it would be a good place
...but i was wrong
all the plaster busts
they-a were a-talkin' a' me
and they said...
"don't do that"
heh heh
sarvin': a poem
we are the worker-men
we build a great machine for everyone
we're working, and it feels great
we're the workin' men
the machine is for sarvin'
sarvin' will do amazing things
everyone, look up
it's a great thing there in the sky
Monday, October 8, 2007
mailmarm: a poem
under the bridge
through the woods
a mailmarm plots
a mailmarm waits
there are those who seek its return
there are people in the valley
who want to see it all go that way
they know there's a mailmarm
intensive blofat converter: a poem
metal acreage
intensive blofat converter
machine of harm
waste flows thru' a tube
morret engine collapses transport dropsy
this all makes sense
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Bandolier!: a song
oh, in the mountains
oh, in the west
we're on a wagon train
we're all a-movin' west
oh, my old montana
oh, my wagon train
don't you ever leave me
don't you ever go
we're on a baaaaaaandolier
we're on a baaaaaaandolier
hey there, brother, what do you say?
movin' on the wagon train, movin' today!
got lots of food, and supplies for the trip
got lots of money, but we're scared of indians
we're on a baaaaaaandolier
we're on a baaaaaaandolier
Monday, October 1, 2007
homing pons: a poem
a magic in the batch
a magic man
a time for over and under
a time for up and down
a magic homing pon
it comes toward you
it teaches you
it teaches you about the ways of the world
it's a homing pon
love is in the air: a poem-song
love is in the air
oh oh can you feel it
love is everywhere
oh oh i can feel it
talkin' bout good old times
talkin' bout fun good times
talkin' bout all my friends
they're dancin'
go guys!
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