Proliferation of Puzzle Pieces


Stabilizing over the courses of days & moments & weeks & months

Much and more is done, can be done

Not to be fretted at by overloaded lists; context of folding, possible against real

The rotation of the sun, & the dynamics of push & rest –

Rest, one must rest;

continuous pressure of lack of salary; never a time to step off the expectation of doing something pointful, no matter how much time is flushed

Scraping by a ten here and there; semi-splined and over-powered

Sick unwilling, shrike by shroved, semi-split and untwined

A halfway recollection of things, dreams, loops unpausing

Stay, dear ones, no choice but sleep, let be, let see, let speak, let do


Images: Bedlam Cube – 19,186 solutions available, yet said to be difficult

Spider Poem

A spider descends

Gripping your attention

Solemnly she spins

Nightly devouring the edifice


Life is like this

Restarting with each day

Solemnly attending to morning rituals

Or in a disordered panic to get out the door


Spin, my lady, spin

All is open to the sky

Lifting the spirits we dance in octagons

Solemnly we attend


On the morrow when you wake

Remember the spider

The spider

Is the symbol of all wisdom

Freud Has Nothing on Me

you spend*more time

annoyed o*r worried

by dIshes

that take minut*es to deal with


focus – the idEa of the image


let it Impinge

like light Projected in


don’t force* the points


let go thAt impulse

they just fa*ll off again

you juSt flow

Imagecan’t can’t can’T do it all today

put it on t*he schedule

studio neeDs cleaning

materials ne*ed gathering

before you* can begin


on the Schedule

your backgrOund process

moves the pieCes into place

over days; no n*eed to force it


pieces float in*of own volition

little twis*t, the lock

vital forCe engages

the mechanisms wal*king with volition

you just ride




farm: Amy Youngs CC BY-NC-SA 2.0
bulblamps: Repoort  CC BY 2.0
lattice: fdecomite  CC BY 2.0
skylight: Alyson Hurt  CC BY 2.0
net thing: Wee Sen Goh  CC BY-NC 2.0
web-dew: Jenny Downing  CC BY 2.0
star: June Griffith  CC BY 2.0

Musing on the Education/Employment Complex

How bout them sources, eh?

6 hours sleep tonight

Then the mad dash, the paper completion

Upon the pyre of zen

Brief sense of accomplishment

1 Final down

2 to go

1 abandoned to save the village

Need that paper, though

No one wants a man without a paper

No matter how silly some of it is

I do learn

Some new choice

Who’m I kidding, eh?

A farmer’s life ain’t for me

Computers, Computers

We work in silent offices

Perhaps with cameras, make some ads

Though those, those microchips

They suck our brains dry

Suck out our vital juices

Leave us drained

Spider caught a fly

Life out of balance

Me the instant casualty

But everyone will be

Generations after these post-modern scumwads

With their automated brain

Try to flush us all

The tower is struck

And they panic

On the ashes one hopes will rise

A culture,

A life,

One in balance

One wise

One that passes on the tools

Instead of glorifying almighty GDP

And crystal seals of suppression

To make automated people without end

(damn thing wont do my line breaks right.   fffftsx!)