Emerging bold from emerald
Hill, I-5's east, high-medium,
Among myriad blades--bleed chlorophyll--
A drill-team of green-to-gold daffodils
Spills super-yellow blossoms,
Shapes characters spelling

LYDIA

Rendah undah seizah; what is Caesar's?
Render unto God: everything is God's.
Render bodies to make food and glue.
What is Caesar's that is not God's?
Caesar is God's, then is God Caesar's?
Surrender your golds unto Caesar
and the poor
Sell all your belongings and give the proceeds to poor Caesar.
Stay the coerce; render to the end, dear.
Is it Caesar's gold and not God's?
Is Caesar holding God's gold for good?
What are Caesar's goals if not godhood?
Is God one of Caesar's gods?
Are Caesar and God One?
You can serve God as long as you serve Man One?
Surrender your goods unto God.

For how, now, will our Andy hold
With Star Wars figures bent on-hold,
And all the family tagged in bold
For Darth Vader our sister?

And let's 'ebrate the Nancy's mold
While Robby's spirit learns to scold
And once awhile we'll all turn cold
To meet the perfect twister.

I'll challenge boss's twenty-fold
And try to build a paint scaffold
With sinking ships at length a-poled
Ah, Anthony, you kissed her?

So let's record the lanes we bowled
(Hey, Steve Buscemi 'serves the gold
For making us reserve, grow old,
In blank 4-20's pisser).

Oh, sing the lay that makes you coaled
And dance the figure-eight you're told
We'll ring the bells a-knelled and -tolled
Till calluses are blister.

Now thank the bard for spirit sent
And half your wit restored anent
The Christmas tree three rows a-bent
And sick will be the mister.

How to release the grip versèd
Without calling th'expensive hearse
Who shares a history: rehearse--
If etymonline's'nt cursèd.

And m'old professorial man's done proud
I wish he'd hear these stanzas 'loud
But sonorous though they be, allowed,
He's hit the dirt, I'm betting.

My sister says it's hard to stand
The soil dug from Languageland
I've changed the subject, now we stand
At rhetorical threshold.

So let's wrap up this exercise
Which started out to exorcise
Our nephew's feelings jazzercized
In prayerful 'cision dealing.

Just one more verse, plz indulge it
And send it to the catcher's mitt
To be a strike or be a hit
Here ends the the futile moaning.

The gods call us names that describe our functions in the wide world
The virgin might call one, mantis, and another, soldier, for examples
It is not in cold disrespect that this is the case
It is in unadorned acknowledgment of our shared being and placement
How then, here apparent, will the One God call you?
Will they say, "Child?"
Humbled, ready, fickle, capricious?
Second-sighted, thrilling, ingenuous?
I would like word-leper, spirit-sprout, maybe
(Some pieces have mouthed northern coyote
Some maleki, in loco parentis, loki...)

Needler, skeins knit or fall at your touch!

When the wicked rule, the people glower.
Where is thy glory, Gold?
Once upon a space, the puget re-sounded, and what became of Lucy and Ed?
Why Aslan's head beheld your political opposite, kings, magistrates, rulers, and yardsticks.
These articles, they don't resolve well.
What shall we do when love and love conflict?
We listen to spirits contradicting bodies of stone and white shirts.
Codependent with authority, we fail to lead ourselves.
We are celebric.
We require leadership to stay upped, corrupt and serving our illnesses.
Look around, O Israel, the failings of the world are thine own.
WE give thee but thine own.
WE give the butt thy known.
What err thine own may be?
Sassafras and indiwent root.
Glory, gloire, glow.
Know this, that every chimera runs a defunct theater.
We base our bases on a crumbled past.
What is love but an affirmation of the grain?
Do selahs to his nane.
Peace of mined fields rampant.
Wig between journeys.
Absorb God and not ma'am on full vistas.
Ask me again and I'll tell you hasty pudding, tame.
And infectious like the fresh mornings of netherworlds,
Whose simplest tread whould bend your head to eternity.
Ask not what JFK can dew fore ewe,
But what you can prove to gods bent, an ear
To the ground black pepper, piquant and puissant, nuisance, neighboring...
Nay, bore ring to the king of nonchalance:
Not a chance, not a chance of reading this entire piece
Medicated and mendicant, we recant our allegiances to divinity
Even the elect will be deceived
Even the election will deceive
Is this the exquisition, shall our faithlessnesses be proved?
(Approved, reproved, improved, prophet reveal thyself!)
A bully pulpit devoid of hair.
Wherewith shall the people shave?
Behold marks upon the shaves and the shave-nots!
Jesus, come again.
We, the people, beg.
Come rule us for a thousand years at least, please.
Oh Son of God, give us release.
The historic wheel grinds lentils, pease, peas, legumaticity...
Ah, won't you free us?
We repent.
We faith.
We wee are naught but penitent and forgiving.
Roll, baby, roll.
Let you rule
All night long.

this mortal door is not a despite
but a because
if you have learned to unlock joy in these portals, poor
wicked gateway-getaways from gods,
when you experience the cessation of sensation,
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with what will you perceive illimitation?
the heft of this world worn, gone,
how will you return? (at whose behest?)
this seizure of physicality
burns, bites your tongue, explodes sometimes,
and then leaves you bereft of common faculty.
you will have what belongs in that refined-dare, house:
some keys, some bu'st mind-tokens, some meager directions
and in one hand a light
and on the other a hyperglove

As I am the grunt laborer,
When I labor less,
I am disgruntled.

so you are begrudgling somewhat
And laborless
sans labor?
My gardener, Manuel Lavor
or listless toward labor
listing away from labor
listless toward, ha
oh the wonders of anglisch
And the angers of wundrisch
The anguish of one ders
The anguish of wanderers
The angles of Juan D'Ers
The Angles and Jutes
And Picts, oh my!
Goths and Visigoths
Latins and Germs
Greek and romaine
And Romanian geeks
Gypts and Egypts
Sudan and Sweden
Norway and Normandy
Norse and souse
Eats and Wets
And never the Maine shall tweak
The agony of one's dears
And the tears of antagonism
Aunt Agony and Uncle Feelless
Aaaa, pathetic!
Tender senselessness
Insensate legalism
Bartender, pretender, sub tender
Ten der where one won't do
And dues where one won't don't
Do something
Dew nothing
Do you thing
Donate thinks
Think thank
Danke surance
Kings of Franks
All is tribal
Alles tri-ball
Alice Tripoli
Happily we strip along
And long for winding toad
Frankfurts
Ham burgs and shakes
And a douce drink with that
And a frank freedom
War is no more than more
No war is no more
And fighting isn't freedom
Freedom isn't fought for
Nor bought and stored
The words of the bards are whores
And hoarded toward the dais of ore
And foreskin and seven days agore
i think i'm going to get a different 32" hd tv for $75 cheaper, and possibly better name brand.
which will cover the new dvd player
Acquistions score the core
More, all the time, crying, more
Or better or, or, or
This and that and devouring
Poor pouring poring pores
Popery and pulp mills
Asarco and the arsenic shores
Tacoma to Everett soiled soils
Poisoned poissons
Wicked waters
Angeles to Bellingham
Sand to bore
I am no man, fear my rower
I am rowboat, hear me oar
I am toy boat, ten times really fast
I am resolute, I can't really last
I am punctilious, punctual, pointillist, Blaupunkt
I'm a punk, a televisigoth, rocker, prep
A stoner, the salt of the peter, Iraq, Irole
Iran Afghanistan Jordan sear ya is real
Unreeling
My candidacy is innominant
My campaign is in strobe-buried fields
My running mate is escaping
My escarpment is ruining
You can scoff if you will
Your cans coughed at Yule
Gherkins in garlic and knives
In a pickle of your own advisement
Mint and Rosemary went up the Hill
To fetch a pail of bailout
There is no essential difference
There is no essence
Not in this sphere
The gods have no peers
Realm me in with a fine line between
Show me realsies no one else has ever seen
Promise me rules and a regal queen
Begin the begging, the begging
And show us the vast historian's
Endlessnesses

Last evening I shot the moon
No zoom lens, just my phone
I noted how the lunar lump
Competed with sublunary lamp

In a garish display of might
Gig Harbor illumines the site
Hour by hour, and would stamp
Out--in excess--the power soon

Of celestial bodies. I reflected
That such an orgy of lucences
Must draw poor moths distracted
Must make them lose their senses

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And I should have known
The lawn once well mown
Would be repeatedly shown
For the sale of the residence.

And I should have known
The wheat and chaff blown
Would perversely let me own
These compact nourishments.

I should have known
From the onset
I should have placed
A large side bet

I should have known
How could I have known?
I should have known

Nirvana in Concert

12/16/93 - Golden Spike Arena, Ogden, UT

Set (incomplete)

Radio Friendly Unit Shifter • Drain You • Serve The Servants • Come As You Are • Smells Like Teen Spirit • Sliver • Dumb • In Bloom • About A Girl • Lithium • Pennyroyal Tea • School • Polly • Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle • Rape Me • Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam • The Man Who Sold The World • All Apologies • On A Plain • Scentless Apprentice • Heart-Shaped Box

Notes

• During "Radio Friendly Unit Shifter," Krist took off into the audience to thwart a breast-grabber and emerged back onstage without his shirt. Krist then yelled at that section of the audience, and Kurt said, "If anyone sees anybody groping a girl, beat the shit out of him."
• The band played 24 songs in over 100 minutes.

Other Performers

The Breeders • Melvins

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America happens on a vessel approaching Ellis Island
swims on the south shore of the Rio Grande
vomits en route from Cambodia or Laos to Tacoma
America faces its own borders and yearns

America learns the enemy is on the inside
the enemy is within; the enemy is within
the enemy is not without
its agents on the outside

The American Dream is the hopiate of the peephole

America burns while the Senate fiddles
turns, pulling air from children’s lungs
surges to bursting for security’s sake
urges for unguents its autocrats make

Can we abandon our cars?
quit our jobs?
refuse to serve our masters?
We are served refuse and disasters.

And we continue to consume while
planners view us as aggregate numbers
send our sons and daughters to kill and die
gauge our attitudes, confidence, spending

Test our tastes against nastiness
see how much arsenic we’ll bear and grin it
stage a lottery--maybe we’ll win it
grind our bones to make their bread

Debate about who will be our next head
wait for the latest rate from the Fed
The subject sits in boiling water till it’s dead
when there is none who will free us

America happens in advance of real
in outer space, underground, in the air
in imagination’s most sumptuous meal
America happens God knows where

That this government near the people
over the people
instead of the people
won’t perish for want of spread

Who will guard the guardians?
Who will ward the guardians?
Who will guard the wardens?
Who will ward off the wardians?

Who are the guardians and who are the guarded?
We dare not speak to the war-warden.
The guardians are guarding the consumers.
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dogs.

The guardians, consumers,
Are consuming the consumers.
We are consumed with our guardians.
We are consumed with gravy.

We are all in the same boat.
We are all chased by the same stoat
The state of Things is bloat so that
There is error everywherer

Heavenly Father grant our prayer
Help us to smell you through the smear
Help us not to have our fear and eat it
Help us to recycle the wrap, not beat it

Six hundred ninety-six billion defense budget
Ah young, you’re gonna care, gonna care

Ah eyes, you’re gonna stare
At the stairs that go up and go down
You’re gonna face that clown
You’ll come unwound

Some last illness, some last wound
And...kaput!
The shot is put to ground
Dude, you are permanently mooned

And life drives at $5 per gallon
Life is here and you are elsewhere
Our children blink hardcore
Hardcore is dead--that form

That allows the ugly and more
To rule as long as they can scream--
Behold gangrene on the inseam
Of popular music. Can the singer sing?

And who will finally guard the bouncers?
Some little 4-ouncer going to say nay, dear?
At the zenith, who is in charge here?
Who thinks that power does not corrupt?

Who does not know who’s in power?

I know you can hear me, my hands are cupped to my face
Extending the stream of whores who croon
To my daughters the virtues of the vicious
Authoritative voices void the meretricious boys