RIDDLES 1. Earth Magic 2. Second Hand 3. Out Laughing 4. Howbig 5. Cheers 6. Last Gasp 7. Ears 8. Steps 9. War and Pea Soup on the Floor 10. First Person Rings 11. Digyerglory 12. Towncrier Sez
EARTH MAGIC If the world seems beastly and makes you crawl when you try to fly and fall Join the fourfoot on the land sift some earth from paw or hand Free earth magic for those born in Virgo, Taurus and Capricorn
SECOND HAND The river of Nausea my friend, Roquentin is hardly for sailing near drowning at best It may be of water or concrete and iron it may be an unroad it may never end There might be some free rides circus and ski rides there might be a wall or a national guard Where one day stands a highway the next but a rut Where once there is candy later just junk I pray fortune lead me I pray fortune lead me beyond second hand beyond second hand
OUT LAUGHING Country she rolls uphill down smiles of sunshine with hearty breath, hey climbing so smooth, gliding up the mountaintop going out laughing Winds blowing scratch backing hold-on fresh air running in waits a minute for the mirage billboard happy waiving at the bend Close by a tree says goodbye looking at it another way what we have here, gentlemen is strangely comic case (and you can laugh today) atomic case I say The county channel stays tuned to you for ten years following this test I don’t have the time and energy you can’t forget Uncle E all done in-jest missing the joke we’ve redrawn the line Nodeposit point of return cold station midnight north side city sump pump complete self-service concrete wall there must be anotherway Radio injection system flows out of the way buddy do you have a dime? fire’s coming final stroke decision Prophet says he wants the end together in cast iron parties baking in the sun waiting for final feast on the other world’s table Circus streets boulevard bypass freaks want to get back another way get back home To the country she rolls along easy we’re all meadow now concrete dream ribbon mountain dance renaissance village alive Carnival avenue glows full with joy baskets skipping flying we are a better way like a million dollars Too many noisy coins flipped Sing to the jingle bell buy stocks and bonds in people you love hold hands in the street mountain park fair ground everywhere going out laughing
HOWBIG How big are you? Does your arm touch Pluto or just your nose? Doe you see for miles or to your toes? Do you read the stars or magazines? Do you eat thick steak or pork’n’beans? How big are you ?
CHEERS (UNRAH CONNECTED UNIVERSITY) Percussion as brass man as steel there’s no other way to feel Sandwich season berry wine lost the need to stay refined Temperature means souls to feed turn around and plant the seed Touch a tree walk the sand down where water turns to land Watch the sun see it set still think it’s easy to forget
LAST GASP You don’t have to teach a bird to sing a dog to run or sun to shine The summer seems to know its place so please let me find mine Machinery’s treated dignified repair and high respect we give Let there be more than object rights give people the chance to live
EARS I picture the time using my IBM when the words that I say and the games that I play are replayed on tape instantly by 3M to a magnetic disc of a friend Who looks up at me from his shiny GM with the tone of his voice the volume of his choice telling me innocently in stereo FM he really wasn’t listening at all
STEPS We take a few more steps wondering how the earth could be so kind to support another set of boot-heels on her back She says she’s tired but all of her children are a joy even if we can’t see how we hurt her Supporting her family with the seas of life the nourishing rains and winds of mothermilk until aged and worn from so long a life She can only collapse will we still be saying to ourselves what can be done?
WAR AND PEA SOUP ON THE FLOOR Sunday evenin’ nothin’ to do Toby takes a peashooter and aims at you Makes you mad enough to hit him back so Toby starts to hit on Jack I start shootin’ everyone and everyone’s peashooting me till there’s no more bullets, not one more Just war and pea soup on the floor.
FIRST PERSON RINGS I walk through forest trees so tall and I’m so short They’ve been there so long still growing Will I when I’m so old?
DIGYERGLORY Drive on wig, dig yer glory ever wonder at you are to a blot ascribe a medal shower out of tag and jar Drive on wig, dig yer glory paper fickle, clay the lore under do the clever teller vaguely a decided core Drive on wig, dig yer glory once declare the fringe along tiny brittle space informing distant fellow, winning song Drive on wig, dig yer glory praising star and picture light still between the rank and holy quote the drifty feather night Drive on wig, dig yer glory brake a snore the show unbound grin the widest tired shadow stirring few the humble found Drive on wig, dig yer glory up the morning vendor wall sell a favor, hum a line bending root for supper call
TOWNCRIER SEZ Light the candle for a long dark night ahead for the power man ages old and tired For Aquarius Coming tonight |