The Enormous Room

Hi there, can I take your orders?
Da bass bump
Wandering a-
round the room,
The enormous room….
Are you friends with my old boy friend?
Yeah, I knew Mario way back in high school.
And they can
Run away-a
And they can
Ba dum dum
The address had been scribbled across a rumbled, old sheet of paper
But there was little need with music wafting down the stairs of the train station
A greeting to all the worn-out art students, hopeful suburban hipsters, and very serious musicians, all with nothing better to do with their Monday night
The heart-beat
pumping, driving, moving
shaking the crowd
The Last Generation….
She's sitting alone, every time she takes a sip of her champagne, her big, square, black-rimmed glasses slide down her nose, she pushes them back with her middle finger.
The music drowns out conversations, barely audible across the table
What do you think of the band?
I'm more into 90s pop, folk, country, that kinda stuff
And some-day, you will real-lize that you, have no control…
Cool, guys drinking
alone, standing proud
like peacocks plucked
bald in their glorious, pink button-up t-shits….
Lights are flashing, their women left, but the scenesters'll dance all night
Freakin women………Hey would you care to dance? No thanks….I'm already with someone….
Winding, wriggling, writhing down in with the ground, rippling and riding the river,
in a way,
we all drift
down this way,
sometime, to the
enormous room.
Goodnight, it was nice meeting you and maybe I'll see you in here again..
I had a good time

soundz_undergr0und

No more!
Bright animations flutter across the too small, off-center projection screen, the ceiling, and the dank rocks along the back wall
Riiise-ing
Frequency piercing pooor ear-drums…
Growling decibles, roar, crunch, repeat
Dis-a-social-ate?
Victory!
Shaking, stomping, pounding, pulling
Twisting and shaking and shouting
Live, Live, Live
A sweating madman, the chilly, damp cellar
Ripping the life-plug out of its socket of stunned silence
Frantically tearing at the hoarse-hair strands of your existence, unraveling the template of time
And heave the tattered mess into the corner
Criss-crossing, faceless voices bounce around the cracks in the wall, dripping and creeping across the floor
So, oh, Oh, oh, ooh,
oh wellll…..
The assembling chorus, building an army of noise, poised at early dawn, moments before the big siege
alone, silent, and honest
I couldn’t do enough, I couldn’t do enough
I, couldn’t, do e-nough…
Soaring, racing, dancing, romping
I couldn’t do enough
I’m sorry….
Potential energy, circuit restraint occupies the empty spaces between
Clashing, smashing, shattering, coiling around like a Cobra in a death-strike
Jumping awkwardly off the stones of the basement walls
Still, silent eyes of future vision gaze through the hazy room, smoke cut prismically by the projector
The beat hums and skips around patient ears
Bobbing heads float around the waves
Pique, quell, loaf and grumble
Bounce, bounce to the beat
Jogging, racing, frenetic down the hallway
Hands and feet are clapping, stomping
Humanity is the beading condensation on the forehead of every being present, rolling, and dripping off into the everythingness of the music
Stop
The
Beat
In to the night
Back and forth across the sky
you sit, you sleep
You dream, you do
Falling
Over, the falls
Drifting
Under, the sea
Walking out, standing still
And coming back, again
Back and down the road
Ya'll sing, that you did play together
And when you were down, at the river
I know you did splash cool water
Dancee now, dance now, into the dark
You are the piper, and the follower of the tune.
Do the dance of the pretty birds
Right in
Right out
Woo-ahh, run, flee screaming into the night
Roo-arorar, beat machines, robot rampage
Roo-rah, roo-rah, don’t stop what you came to do
Drop on down
To the street
To your knees,
Wave at the past,
Future eyes, future vision, famous in your mind
Socket stuck, All the little men
Reach into your chest, pull out life
Rip it and burn it and smash and slap it, writhing in its noose,
Rip out life just to laugh, its dying breath
Screw, pillage, vomit
Read between, around swirling beats
Close to the end
These, are the underground soundz

m3ta_vers3

It creeps, wafts, stumbles, slithers

I'm breathing

I'm breathing

I'm breathing

ambiguous auditory patterns

flattening visual texture

industrial chaos

pungent and poignant, percolating

rolling, fumbling, crawling, receding

building, slicing, clouded collective conciousness

microcosmic elevators

that feed the mighty arm attached to the wheel of progress,

tilling and sowing the concrete ravine of humanity

Breathing,

breathing,

breathing

rumbling, raging, void

blazing up the skyscraper of your minds,

humming like a pinball machine in a dirty pizza place

Your reflective existence, awake from hibernation

And you wad it up like used toilet paper to be flushed down the toilet bowl of your soul

Until the static

And the screaming

and the wailing, in and out of oblivion

oblivion, being the futility of all civilization and all order

anemic and desperate

horrified of everything that isn't

conditioned contentment for everything that is

dripping, diving, sliding, squiggles

manifest perspectives

the evolution of complacency and safety

wayward you drift

seemingly symmetrically focused

life, fractured and glitched,

ill-formed rectangles, caught in a euphemism, driven by a perceived existence of justice and imagined inequality

the dim green bulb of your future is yellow, yet forever red

an entire culture sitting, standing

waiting and pointed

You whisper to yourself about life, yet you are swallowed whole by nothing, forever becoming

Droned into, out of, for, with, and tech-no-ology?

electric sizzle skittering around your space,

rustling, ransacking neurons

short circuit conception

dirty wires running nowhere

in nothing

And now assemble

stomping the streets, to the liquor store, to the drug dealer and party house

Leopards and Lions and Bears

trapped in the ironic zoo of your fear

A billion conquerors before, who have only trapped themselves in armed security by means of mind-numbing conformity

Yet, a billion conquers will come after, to liberate the souls of the trapped,

to liberate from madness

liberate through madness

and be liberated by madness

Gather, closer shy and quiet masses,

timid and tumultous are the many

    just

sit

              down

lie there, down in your own feces,

lie sleeping while the children of the future beg their parents for some money to buy a handful of peanuts from the machine, to toss alarm clocks through the narrow cage of your life, as reminders that you need to awaken, and perform, and you are traumatized into obedience by the relentlessly slow drip of infinite shells down your enormous, sweaty back.

aesthetic

yellow, grey static

while green orbs, twitching

spiraling madness

The sign is proudly hung from old animal pelts and steel

the hot glue stink of the night

the tight pants of revolution

the white, silk neckerchiefs of society

buzzing and fading into memory of the haze of progress

consumption's leftovers

picked from the dumpster of your American dreams and recycled by madmen and madwomen, donated to chaos and to aide the real refocusing of the American dream

SYNTH3T1C_TAX0NOMY

Such fragile troublemakers

Delicate cubicle warriors, master interior decorators, starving artists

Raucous rocks

Rattled, bare

Sinners and devils

Stuck in a turbulent tunnel

One end is birth, the other death

Human history orbits, crashing, smothering, eroding all imperfections

Bashing, grinding, stamping-

Out of line-

Outrageous and primitive behaviors, scrubbed

Off of,

Out of, your accepted path

Years, working, sweating, toiling

You pulverize your outrageous, experimental

You are taught, lectured, made examples of

You are scared and unable to annunciate the infinite beauty of the world, frozen and fixated on the anxious, waiting glares of the impatient masses

You are banished to the corner of the room to face the stuffed purple monkey

You are told to sit in the hall, until the lesson is over, most students can passively participate, silently, most don't need to talk so much, they can just be content walking the path laid in front of them, why go looking for wolves in the woods?

Peel away

Tearing, screeching layers

Foamy, fickle, fractured experience

Contribute, rummage through the trash

You are gathered and grouped together, organized and divided

Sifting from static

Sharing thoughts, ideas, hopes, fears, expressions, feeling

Warped space rolling, plugging into and behind the scenes you

Discovery, madness chaos, and nothingness

You've wrecked, mangled, destroyed the process path

STOP

Startled, glitched, fractally falling, spiraling tumbling, looping

Out of control

Out of madness

Out of existence

Mind-bending outliers

Searing supernovas

Building up to heaven, just to burn it down

Marching out of line

Bleeding eardrums from the vertigo of your spectacles

Sick to death of the monstrous glowing, and growling, and growing, growing, growing of the machine and

The mighty path pre-processor

You look like you've been hurt

Zoned out into bright oblivion

Marching

Marching quietly, obediently

Ground down by the pumice of expectations, responsibilities, commitments, orders, restrictions, and guidelines

Apathetic by mistake and from mistakes

Things that are no more wrong, then right, often more right than

Oscillating controlled, carefully measured, away from retribution, consequences

Floppy your precious soul around

In the comfortable cess-pool of acceptable being

Confounded by mistakes

Outliers from the statistical cyllinder

Creating snow and friction

Irregular outward pounding

Exponentially expanding possibilities

Every new mistake creates possibilities

You are all crowded in the same dank basement

Potential chaos primed to explode in a magnificent apex

Pink bars are wobbly and fuzzy across the oil slick of your mind

Dis-a-social-late?

This pitch is rising and racing,

A dance party spreading and shedding

Layers, layers, layers

Life, dropping puzzle pieces on your head like Tetris of infinity, the riddle of the void

Broken game

Useless rules

An expansion that isn't happening

Beat the system until it crumbles, process evolution like cheap deli meat

You will grow always, endlessly, but not necessarily the way chosen, or hoped for, or dreamed of

You are and can be, and always will be every way

And any way

You are a spotted and brightly colored mistaken imperfection

You are drunk and stumbling and sloshing out of your controlled tumble

You must not accept the quiet shrinking road

The point of creation; disassemble, synthesize and re-associate, new meaning

Amorphis clustering

Speckled clouds, high and light and bright with vibrant ideas

There is no fear

There are no mistakes

It is all opportunity

It is all part of everything

Self-aware, magnificent, exploding, dissolving, fractured and re-factored

Life

Awaken into a dream, suffocated and out of control with no power to break free

Spitter spatter

Open up your mind, effort, wallet and time, falling and tripping

Teeth are rolling in circles in front of the body, power slipping

psychedelic

Translucent feet

Parading the pavement

Grey speckled streets; splitting

And streaming and beaming blurry

Follow the purple rabbit

Through the door, the magic bus

Space-time-place, warp windows

Rupturing reality

Refactoring, reassembling

Unintelligable, chaotic blur

Unicorns and rainbows are everywhere!

I see, our stop!

At the foot of the forest

Shallow and wistful darkness

Aggressively vibrating, malicious winds

Rustling the leaves falling to grass

The shell of the world

Peels itself back

Exposing and opening a school of

White tents and government cars

Disappearing rabbit, flutter soul escapist

Wait!

Stop!!

They're going to splice open our brains and experiment with our radioactive insides!

Cross, blink, exit, follow

Out is through, beyond, beside

And here, this is now

Rabbit is waiting, the apartment

For what's real

What's here, now and then

This floor this wall this table and chair

My melting face

Numb, buzzing

Open windows

Hidden behind blinds

Our existential nature is wafting

In the open windows,

Out crushed fingers fall

Behind, and slammed shut is

The portal to exterior perceptions, dangling

The door the hall the room with the walls bending into my mind's eye

Opening the gateway, now I am here, you are there

We are all pathways and places

Floating in space

Mutating face, rabbit

Melts robotic under wiring,

Flashlight eyes rotate focus, cybernetic frenzy

Misinterpreted wires, running down my neck

We fuel cells

Plugged into the organic matrix

Shaking and writhing with independence, freedom

Measure, confined, dissipating

Cold steel, rusting scales

Smothering my vision

Harmony describes the chaos, chaos dictates harmony

We are life consuming resources, just like everything else

Water, air, soil

Basic dependencies distorted

Kicking on the radio, connected to

The universal, information super-highway

Tornado fracture drifting

Code structures slipping off your face, around your outline

With just enough shape to understand

That love is enough

Enchantedly rancid odors

Envelope my sensations in all understandings

And settle down to comfortable sleep

Among pillows, clouds and the flowery purple goddess

Magical wizard frog

Twists multi-dimensional reality around its gyroscopic axis

A rubix-cube representation of turning and falling, warping and mixing

Peeling stickers off at random and re-applying wherever

Shape and place and time and depth

Are all vying for attention of elusive tangibility

Jogging out and back and in place again

Anchored to what is by the purple rabbit

The love emitted out of your worm, serene, smiling essence, speaking out

I am I snake

I see snake, for

I have betrayed you

What rabbit snake could hurt me?

By not loving you always

By not loving myself always

By not loving every moment as if that were always and only

We dance the dance of time

I long to save you from yourself

We pixilated, punctured, falling apart

Regenerating, delicious, water

Walls not out of privacy

But respect for fellow creatures

Not a fear of differences

But a celebration of unity

The solution simply is

Always has been, always will be

Embedded in the framework

The solution to is?

When there is no question

Why a need for system or government

If we all are, why can't we just be?

Mystifying, disorganized, chaos

Everything in disorder creates nothing

Something and anything exists in harmony

The collaboration and community of space

Restrained by regulations

Without rules there is no game

Yet there never was a game, and never will be

What the hell is going on?

If its not then it is, but its not, so it could be?

Don't pretend or have to pretend

But we're all linked to the histories

The future of systematic everything

Can't be just a pile of ripped cigarettes in the sink, with pimples and stink and filth reflected in the mirror

No, no, no, no, no, pretend or dreams?

Movement can't be, is, is not, what is wrong

How do we get back to real reality, not

But, dreams don't, get to, secret, key

Need sleep to unwind, you, then me, then

Wait, I just forgot, just, hold, hold on!!!!

Where is the, and scratch

Down the diagonals' sleep

Who are you?

What are you doing?

I'm psychedelic

Cuff 'em boys

gonzo_poetry

Words are static
Any writing is a song
Cast, purple trembling shadows
Rising, sliding, creeping
Dread-locked in screaming space
You are, we are, they are
Clogged pens on the paper
Still growing, deep in the tree of existence
Insignificant notions of another being
Beyond the realm of awareness
Triangles of the trapezoid
Breathe of the fish
Mighty legged salamanders
Designing the automatomic pond
Swimming in short-circuited, cross-conventioned, absurdist, fractured and glitched
Anarchic reverse pangaea
Planning, conspiring escape
Our symphonic, stereophonic, big moment
Scathingly fluorescent lights
Time-less-ness ending

Preparation, anticipation
This is my big moment
You, we, ours
Ticking, stomping
Shaking ,crashing
Driving out of body, of world
Wait, hold on
To that shimmering hope
That apex, dreaming of void
Droning, on and on
Beating, working, sweating, stumbling out of mind
Out of time
Racing, fleeing, searching
For some chaos in meaning
For some key to this cage you've been trapped
We've been, they've been
Zig-zagging the matrix
Vast blue oblivion
Floating in synthetic stuck space
Space may not be brought back with you
Moments that never existed ricochet beneath the false blanket of time
Suffocating what never was
With your pictures, memories, mementos
Sounds, smells, passion and inspiration
The void of everything is driving, racing existence in non-existence
Creating what is, what wasn't, and what never will be again

Perfection
Smoking, smoldering, rotting
Loveless, beautiful, contented perfection
You whine and stomp and creak
You work and strive and persevere
Making your world, your culture, your life
Making your existence, your meaning, your moment
Perfect
Every sound smell, every motion and breath, every step or slide, every part, every cell to complete planned obedience
Conformity
Perfection

Defenseless, bleeding chaos-
Imperfection and emptiness
Drunk, dumb, drug-induced madness
Annihilate the fall life is made of
Realize, no squeeze every cultured perfection contained in the dirt, left with nothing but dirt
Like a wild monkey flinging poop at the past, present and future
Every moment is vibrating, screaming, wild life
Every practice is reality
Every reality is reality
Everything is everything
Dream, plan, adventure, fail, 
Hope and do and finally sleep
Practice time that doesn't exist
Practice reality that never will be
Practice life
Live and die and breathe and drink and eat and drive and record and edit and collaborate and manipulate and distort and stare up at the cloudy, starry night sky

Luminescent

Sometimes
We all know
The flame
Burning behind corneas, black eternal nothingness
The void, illuminated by light,
Light that encourages the soul to rise up out of the abyss
The guide that calls out, dear gentle, brave soul, dear curious and adventurous life
The something, that is, never isn't, something like life, it can be, while always is
Those of us who can loose focus, staring randomly into the oscillating, collide-a-scope of madness
Those of us who let frustration lead to boredom, complacency
Infinite is the abyss caused by the perception warp

Stuck
An entire country snowed in, state by state, city by politician, town by representative, wall mart community by corporate CEO
Point, purpose, and meaning get stuck, hypnotized and terrorized by the angry honking of capitalism
Our very being is weary and shaking, begging to get away, but eternally confused as to where, or what exactly away is
Ideas, philosophies, and religions are suffocated by the nicotine fueled, exhaust smog cloud of progress
Thousands are drowned under the waves of the millions, and no one can ever see the clear blue sky of day

Yet
There are some
With this flame, this essence, this ability to live and express one's true self
To become many in the many
To become anything, within everything
It only takes a spark, yet
This spark, it can last a minute or a lifetime
This spark is what every gas guzzling, pollution pumping machine attempts to imitate
It's what people wake up in the morning  for
Even as a simple appreciation,
Of that unifying and dividing force of humanity