PolarLava::Blog

Lost Dog

Feelings moaning, people phoning
Going home? Please.
Eating plastic meals on trays
Scrape your face on street pavement

Chasing planes of existence
Fee the dog, he's getting lonely
No one's there, scratching doors
Paws are bleeding, going crazy
Tears in his eyes, laying on the floor
This poor dog's about to die

Being told how, never sure now
Having trouble?  Playing for keeps.
What's the news then?  You will see.
Will it be long?  Keeping you guessing.
Won't you show me?  The animal's growing.
Magnetism showing
Are you changing?  To for the best.


9/27/1982

Strange Individuals #2

Chase your screaming neighbor down the street with a bloody axe
Go to the courts, they ask "Is that a fact?"
You don't know the reasons why you act like that
Many questions if you're still intact
With this world
Strange, strange
Strange individual


9/23/1982

Technology

Perfect isolation is where study forms
Paperclips bent in shape stand alone
Standing high upon the land plateau
Pointing down to the rocks below, below, below…
Below the water on the ocean floor
Build a lab wher3 ideas can form
A place where little microchips are born
Can you build a world, a world of…

Technology
A world run by electricity
Technology
Governed by the people who gave us trees


3/16/1983

The Days of the Week

Here we go the beginning of the week
It's only Monday and I'm ready to sleep
Starts so fast but it really is slow
You know the story and how it goes

"Like the things you keep and throw away later."
There' something about the days of the week
Take them in they bore you to sleep
Keep on chugging them piece by piece
"It's just so, so…It's so…"

What is it you say, when you can't find a way?
A way to explain —words can't convey

Enough of this silliness of talking to the walls
Waiting for the paint blisters to answer your calls
They're thinking "My what strange ranger he is."
If the even think at all, about the world they're in

There is something about the days of the week
Nothing for real to believe


3/14/1983

Waiting Time

Carrier ship with bus wheels
Moving motion, loading phonies
Ghetto bound, vegetable love
Lines now forming at the curb

Waiting time, dancing fools
Went out for snowing
Spent minds corroding
Numbed upstairs

The day is boring
No laughs, just doorways
What to do?
Who really cares?

Suns exploding, planets forming
Culture erroding, machines controlling
Timex quit ticking, any significance?


3/4/1983