I got a shed

I got a shed! I got a shed!
it's imaginary. It's in my head.
The walls are made of shadows.
The roof, the wingtip of a small white bird.
the floor is undiscovered.

In my shed absurd
In dusty jars on sloping shelves
I keep the fragments of a dream,
And various explanations,
As to what I think it means.

The whirling blades of sarcasm
I keep in a bag hung on a nail
I keep the bag shut tight

In my shed absurd
there is no day or night
Just the beating of tiny wings
as little words take flight
to float into the shadows
To escape my dreaming head,
as my body chants the mantra
I got a shed! I got a shed!

The way it is

There is no before and no after
There is only now
The rules that get us from here to there
The how
.

And in there somewhere
Is you
And is I
The feeling
The being
The sign
And the sigh
.

Riemann

Solo openings in the fabric of time abate the plain line
No low cravings tear the torn canvas there
And light finds the whispering tear gaping low on the clouds
From which the loud and screaming naked angels fall
Beside that tree and lake where giants call
So loud that an horizon sits proud holding the side arm of Riemann
A metric gun held to the head of quiet and sensible minds
.

He changed everything they say
The world was flat before
The distance constant
.

Solo openings in the fabric of space abate the line plane
Her craving for the passion play cries upon oiled canvas there
And the darkness is lost in the wet dreams of her coughing sky
There is no saving the sudden silence as the angels fall and die
Beside that tree in the quiet of the day his life slips away
A metric gun held to the head of quiet and sensible minds
.

Honey

Honey!
She screamed on every third thrust
That word that so distracts one from lust
Honey!
She called in the deep of the right
As the tent flapped about us in the midst of the fight
Honey!
She cried as she left the car
And scrawled her phone number in the window mist
Honey!
The number faded too quick
But the memory attached to that word does stick
.

The way it is

There is no before
And no after
There is only now
The rules that get us from here to there
The how
.

There is the experience of it all
And the stuff that sticks
The memories of moments
The hits
.

And in there somewhere
Is you
And is I
The fleeting
The being
The sign
And the sigh
.

Poetry - Spotlight for Dust Bunnies - Live

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Performance 8.27.2007

Working Class Hero

By John Lennon

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
'Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all

A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
'Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules

A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear

A working class hero is something to be

They keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see

A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero then just follow me
.

(John is now available on iTunes, a true poet.
We miss you John and need you now more than ever.
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE! - Steven)

Poetry - Spotlight for Dust Bunnies - Live

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A recording of Steven's performance on Monday the 7th of August.

Lucy T 43 (codex am 07/9)

Lucy T 43
Lived in a palace
By a pea green sea

With ships of giggles
And sailors
Dressed in flowers

She sat content to be still
In whimsical silence
At the chiseled window

Watching
The sails fill and bulge
And the quickening wake

as the sailors grew smaller
And the softening giggles
Slipped quietly into dreaming

Until only the resigned waves
Constant and fluorescent
Rushed the dampening sand

Lucy T43
Lived in a palace
By a pea green sea

Upon which
Too far to see
Sailed ships of giggles

And sailors
Dressed in flowers
Dancing the hornpipe unconcerned
.

Richard gone 17 (codex am 07/8)

A swallow
Turquoise and sleek
Flew up the nose
Of the handsome
Richard gone 17

Unalarmed,
He danced holding
the smiling girl
Of his single
tear stained dream

Confident
in his capacity
To accommodate
Both joy and sadness
One more time

He held her at arms length
Spun her around
Her hair ,the laughter
Eyes, soft skin and
Rush and smell of her breath

All snagged beneath
The swallows wing
As turquoise and sleek
The bird flew unceremoniously
Out of his ear
.

Toby tall as 2 sheds (codex an 7/10)

Toby tall as 2 sheds
Ate nothing but
Honeycomb and flowerheads

Constructed wings
From abandoned spiders webs

Flew off
Beyond all expectations

And of course the Sun will shine today
And sometime rain will
Wash the dust away
And soft words whispered to the wind
Will stay in the air vibrating

To shape you and to shake you out
To make you leap and fall about
To spin you from all comprise
And fill your ears and nose and eyes
With sounds and smells and visions bright
It’s not so complicated

All it needs is a little thought
So here’s a little thought

Toby tall as 2 sheds
Ate nothing but
Honeycomb and flowerheads

Constructed wings
From abandoned spiders webs

Flew off
Beyond all expectations

Charlotte beloved by all (codex am 07/7)

When she moved
She was as delicate
as a pale leaf
Falling onto water
Stilled by shadow

Ephemeral,
The depleting ripple
left by a white bird
already wafting
between clouds

she has loved me
loved me not
in a thousand
fields of flowers
fingers petal stained

She has tumbled
Into the gorse yellow
Into constant dreaming
Into sea mist
Almost visible still
.