Metallic Grace

Let us exult the misfits,

The delicious broken biscuits,

The weirdies, the beardies, 

All those who quietly risk it,

The inventive and the sensitive

Who ask you how you're going --

And want a real answer --

They have struggles of their own.

Cerebral conflagrations,

Cacophonies of thought,

Whilst the world turns far too quickly

And spins some of us off.

Listen: somewhere, right this moment,

Somebody reads the newest

In a series they've adored 

Since you guided their soul to it,

And they will share the secret

That there's magic in those words,

And that angels live amongst us

But they hide their wings on Earth.

For JJ

Elvis

Elvis Elvis Elvis Elvis Elvis

Elvis

Elvis

Elvis Elvis Elvis Elvis Elvis

So

Good

I named him twelvis 

Stuckiness, Is It Not?

The current question:

Do this?

Do that?

It is the Stuckiness,

is it not?

To approach the situation:

From bottom?
From top?

Wherever the Stuckiness

is?

Or not?

In this inflection:

It’s bliss.

It’s rot.

Always the Stuckiness

in the pot.

Always the Stuckiness,

cold

or hot.

The Stuckiness is in you:

Like it?

Or not?

As meaningless as Stuckiness:

AI bot.

As useless as your Stuckiness:

Still blood clots.

Silent apes get fucked

I want to be a Forest Man

I wanna be Orang Utan

Can talk but I don’t wanna chat

Cause they’ll make me work and fuck fuck that

But they’ve burned my house

Filled my homeland up with smoke

And there’s nowhere left to hide

I ain’t made to be inside

Old man of the forest

Didn’t know I was a problem

Naked ape of the city

So much knowledge you’re forgotten

If you need some trees

I can spare one two or three

But you never come and ask

Now that’s just rude and that’s a fact

But you won’t step up to tell me

What your issue is with being friendly

What’s so wrong with living a life of grace

You’re a coward little pinkie who won’t tell it to my face

Yeah you’re pretty tough behind the chainsaw there

No wonder your women choose the wildest bears

It’s not enough to burn your own homes like fools

So you find somebody else’s and set light to all theirs too

I am the only Forest Man

You named me an Orang Utan

Can talk but I don’t wanna chat

Cause they’ll make me work and fuck fuck that

Yeah fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck that

The Evolved Man

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Act Three (V4)

I’m as lost now as I ever was. In some ways more, in some less.

I don’t think I’m all that different, or at all, from anybody else

that is bemused, that is confused, that is facing up

to the third act of our lives, to the crumbling years ahead

if we’re lucky enough to see them through

and not everybody has that chance do they

I didn’t want that lesson, but that lesson forced itself on me

so I might as well listen to the rumbletumble story

you can’t second guess it; you can’t avoid it;

you can look at regrets and see which are worth it;

and decide not to make any more from now

and wonder who forgiveness is for, and how

people ripen differently

but sometimes decide

when to hide, and when not

to leave things to rot.