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B L A N K

W A L L S
by sy lion

2011 by sy lion [in collaboration with the Universe] &

PEACE OUT!
East Bay, CA Earth

[running order] receptivity carousel breakfast jupiter died enlightenment on the dark floor of a cheap motel extra points chest tattoo babylon babblebook (and it came to pass...) down on the block I.W.Y.H.S. one city blank walls they this neighborhood lunch around the lazy lake that's what's up flower girls misshapes kai ai subjective intents standard procedure republicrat constitutional despairity what kind of world? daopoem

receptivity as I pulsed out tiny tremors from my fingertips my finger slipped, the line behind eclipsed the satellite... moon i mistook for finger pointing back at moon so full of tiny tremors, cackling like a loon.

carousel skip down the sidewalk the line at the circus stretched out for a mile in piss and in bile O find me a comet to escape in style from shit and the vomit unseen for a while the ipecac's burning a hole thru the crust of the Earth and what's worse is she made her own hearse where is the Mother? she's out baking stars while trillions of lightswitches flicker in bars we dash to our cars and tighten the tires the darkness unsettles the Daughter perspires she heats a tea kettle yet frightens of fires fresh spring water flows down the side of the mountain while yonder the kiddies are peeing in fountains "is it the law, or is it the order that we take offense to?" (so asks the reporter) he swallows a quarter it slides by his stomach and wobbles around as it heads for the border then picks an intestine whichever is shorter

it spins as it lingers he wriggles a finger down to the place where the face meets the passage that connects the nostrils to holes in our asses it's bound to pop out either way it knows how the carousel's twirling it tips like a cow

breakfast steve the bhikku stirs it up: stew for breakfast at 6 PM as we sip we whisper sighs (silent lies) outside windows, fresh murals dry clotheslines hang heavy with dirty socks [steam smells seductive] ...suddenly he screams

"SUBTEXT!"

jupiter died Jupiter died and we don't know why just a big ball of gas way up in the sky when It exploded we heard the sigh the cosmic sigh when Jupiter died. Jupiter died, Jupiter died we don't know why but we know he died. one sunrise he dropped from the sky in a gas-filled plane (weapon in disguise) in his eyes was surprise and more lies were advised but we still won't know why Jupiter died. the Government lied said his breath was a star and used it to ignite a gas-fueled war Jupiter died and we don't know why the Dow ate him alive put his name on a sign without even trying the hearse-driver drives Jupiter died, Jupiter died, Jupiter died and we all just sighed

[sigh]


enlightenment on the dark floor of a cheap motel wrapped up nice+tidy thereITis fluttering, floundering through my mind-soul incorporating nonaspects of yesterday's news mixed with today's confused future ... like a package with no return address

extra points Come to me. in drunken lights we see only holy souls beneath the sheets (like the breeze sneezes) Come in me. dark matter freezes internal damnation it squeezes out POWERFULLY creating extra life patterns of points like trigonometry out of two comes three

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mean?

I reggae I want to writepoemsabout toilets like Bukowski (my powers don't feel strong today Captain Planet) & I'm reaaaallly sorry cuz I lost my heart flushed it down a dirty men's room toilet where the floor was covered in piss so I slipped and fell oh well now I'm covered in piss might as well just shit on the floor so I did.

babylon babblebook like

(and it came to pass...) shady 'twas the path of yesteryear underneath broad trees we did see clear and you my boo I held so close and near in the shady paths of yesteryear. with homage to cut wildflowers we did whittle away the hours 'til the days and nights sucked sour we still cut the stray wildflowers. clouds emerged from sky so blue love it seemed was not so true nightflame passed from me to you clouds return with sparkling dew.

where the white girls pass by-curious three to a pod (like soybeans) for protection this one, fattest that one, stretchpants and #3 is the hot one BUT her self she shields in high ideals that the others reinforce rhetorically they go out to nice nightclubs with high heels remembering memories of reclusivity strobelights stretch perception masculine gaze gleams at agglomerations wherethereisnoi Society's scream echoes into semidarkness qualms they question quizzically "whatitistome?" shots are slung in startling synchronicity pills are popped . . . the Messiah appears tothe hot one he is humbled eventually they stagger backtotheblock and become passers-by

down on the block

I bolt at the sound of bus brakes behind me I am exactly what excellence means to me I write wrong numbers wriggly and carelessly I experience your existence vicariously We wink and nudge at stink and sludge We wallow in wine and weed cuz we want to We act unproper like we weren't supposed to We recede like wise sunrises at twilight You yell like a young exuberant slob You float in the waves like the rest of the mob You sink into swamps and you chomp at the bit You yearn to be cuddled by puddles of spit He curves around crazy and swerves around slime He carries a clock but still asks for the time He limes up a lemon confused by the crime He wanted a watch but that wouldn't have rhymed She overwhelms obstacles without a doubt She asks why the sheeple they scream and they shout She smilin all silly like what's this about? She noses the roses then closes her snout

I.W.Y.H.S.

how many days

one city* for justice?

will we wait

how many highways

walls and bridges

will still cut us off from progress? this mess (if.you.want.to.call.it.that) enclosed encased cutoff distressed_like plants who die without the light by night a different monster looms slumbers in hell, the smell of doom caresses shadows bright with absence the meditative smoke of incense chokes the brilliance of our minds twilight defined thru window blinds

the streetsigns tell you not to come the stoplights say "it's time to go" - in front of fences, river flows spaghetti streets and nowhere passes/ flashes as the cash dispatches radios know freedom's past: how many dreams forever dashed - ?

*[for the real Washington, DC]

practicing openness staring at

blank walls how much i've learned from doing nothing a sitting, waiting blank wall:

answers always appear from questions that were never asked sitting waiting writing pissing believing in the moonnight fear will pass during daylight sometimes rainbows shine on me

directly

t h r o u g h p u r e g l a s s remindfully (self not own)

they here they sit in the gray wet rocky East here they shit in porcelain bowls while others eat out of them. there they go glistening their lips and carefully guarding papers. anywhere they sit there is time in many ways and for many days they will deny this. meanwhile they wear hats and get fat they eat greasy meals off of spotless plates and feel nothing

this neighborhood - I still get chills when I walk through here, the pain and thrills and nights of fear thought it was all done for fun but just a glance makes me wanna run. rainbows start to infiltrate mindspace is the cause of fate berated unsated creative dark (from when tomorrow was a question mark). Paranoia's nudge dragged me through the sludge and muck and dirt like chocolate fudge a few were there to see me fall a few decided not to call a few forgotten not at all anew the day again I crawl: through memories staring at the wall and dodging broken sidewalk cracks and longing looks at railroad tracks below while wondering where to go (when karma's glance seemed much too slow)

she eats half a pig smeared with mustard and a glass of red wine on the side. tolerating this, I sit and wander over troubling times of teased trajectories while the others eat salads. salt she shakes over everything as she aims to destroy pleasure for herself and others, strictly yapping crapping out jewels of ego-lust between bites of mustard along her bottom lip until I mustered the courage to spit directly straight up in the air and run.

lunch

around the lazy lake* sunday's great for conversatin live and direct lines of silence wordy paths thru verbose forests verbs that twist like trees shakin on the holy earth every karma is a kurse swallowing pull tabs of acid quality of herb absurd listen to the freeway passes cars observe the worn out castles dying lights define the decade while the banks carouse the shore at the line behind the diamond eating tacos from a truck following the funny faces rhyming on our borrowed time no degrees of drift uncertain to the vultures in the breeze

*[for Oakland, CA]

lovechatter in the airrrr... smiles abound and hound lights are dimmed for the BIG EVENT! at the hip coffeeshop faux-marble countertops and reclaimed wooden tables so many fables...wish there were time but it's meaningless you say? in each our own particular way we stay (unflushable memories) tease you lika stripper son sits across from older version the great man who remembers the '70s vividly and ofcourse here comes a young lady fit and fly feminist for 2010 AD she cries when she wants to cuz it's her party - man in tow she blows truckloads of virtual plastic elastic cash it shows in her smile :) and so they go-nna stay awhile (as long as it remains the style)

that's what's up

flower girls daffodils laugh daisies stray impatiens are prude petunias are wide open roses are difficult pansies are lovable and cheap orchids are high maintenance dandelions are a dime a dozen tulips want a kiss

misshapes all of these shapes with their well-defined edges they're sharp like the rows of the rust-colored hedges two bets on the line like it was by design yet i decline the logical peaks insurmountable translating to eighteen languages similar to a computer who's riding a scooter just pause to lick sugarcane off of a pewter spoon croon over giants and whine about violence our minds are all melted like lava that drips into fountains forever and ever (who's countin?) wings spread like a seagull she's fleein the coop with all things being equal she poops in a can of primordial soup cuz she can and you eat it you love it you eat it you love it you'll never defeat it or even defat it ful-ly only speaking in plausible platitudes for the near future which passed into multiple fragments please piece them together it all makes a zillion piece puzzle that shakes outto status quo crumbles misshapes don't misstake the eternal confuzzle we nuzzle and huddle in circles around the big bonfire bash as our cash turns to trash whle slowly we surely will melt into ash

2 hands open the door 1 hand reaches out to pull the other in that hand squeezes back my door is yours...

yours

vice versally is so therefore; yours is yours mine is mine mine

&

We

is

we

ours

Ours

*kai ai = the love door

whydoi whydoi whydoi

stack 'em

subjective intents lose knowledge of self-like spider pelts [interruptions] don'texist

write? lie? die?

onthewall

"and y'know what I heard? she's never been kissed!" yee-haw coleslaw and all that jazz serpentine silence - it means whatyoumeanittomean "but that's mean!" youseemso upset, yet I'moutof my element to forget and remember your morals usedtosmoke Dorals andshewore patterns floral for- ago during all of that snow that for days thatinsidewe did stay and kids playedtil' it all melted away

what does that mean?

forget

she ever

existed

standard procedure pictures and sounds - drawing pictures with sounds do I astound you or do you abide (like the Dude) writing checks that your scrawny ass can't cash so you CRASH understood understatement of late here comes Hitler! here he comes here he comes wave hello... "and my bellow was yellow" [he said with a sigh] he smelled like your mother we began to feel high bigger than Satan bigger than mountains trying and crying my boo 'twas for you the radio's laughing another one plays as it goes on and on continues for days in the haze of the lazy the craze at the dance her burrow was furrowed not even a glance! a directive elected at seven-eleven A.M. and you're kicking my stomach again "ouch he was grouchy" [she said as she sipped up a slurp-ee through hard plastic straws that she bit]

republicrat constitutional and the rich folks suffer as the cash trickles down + around andaway whaddyamean theycan'tpay? for services rendered food comes froma blender the sign next to the abandoned busstop - "BACON IS GOOD!" salmonella beckons: cyclical fundraisers blaze as fires are putout automatically like an old lightswitch (ON + OFF) just lika blender chirping away in artificial breeze assets dispense downward the movie theater's on sale but who cares? walking down the street arminarm we are laughing with nothingtothinkbout [;)] we smell fake butter and gaze away at yellow lights the bugs don't come no more it's too nice hot as hell and sweaty today dabbing at one's chin while jogging shorts of course and skintight rags, beautiful bunchesofflowers (petuniasithink) glamourous gas stations hasten to pump fuel for the fires b/c one day on the other end of the planet it 'll be hotorcold but definitely on the flip side I'll catch you out in the cold and all the plants'll be dead

money for breath money for death money to carry money to bury money in checks money for sex money to vex about what's coming next money that coils money that spoils money that burns in the blood and the oil money that dries up the faster we toil money for sandwiches wrapped up in foil money that sobs in the hands of fat slobs money for doorknobs of upper-class snobs money that credits accounts as we log in money that clobbers you over the noggin money for drugs money for slugs money to kill all the parasite bugs money to smoke in a pipe and feel wise money that flies out in front of our eyes money that stresses money that blesses money for hors d'oeuvres and long wedding dresses money for three kids one more on the way money that makes it so easy to pay money that rots in the vegetable drawer money that's hidden down under the floor money that's lost in the cracks and the ridges money that's tossed off of fifty-foot bridges money that only exists in the brain it turns into change and falls right down the drain

despairity

we let the flowers run wild and do their thing once in awhile we plant a tree where homonyms will rain supreme the Moon is out, she powers the Son with cosmic rays for everyone where travelogues are lyin flat where is no cat; where is no hat where everyone's forgotten that a flying fuck, a dancer's thighs impart for thee with no surprise (they wear out where the Sun don't rise) it's just a truculent disguise and allinall, we do despise those villains of forgotten lies with billy club hearts and phantom eyes we drop them in the trash with flies we drop a deuce, we rape their pies we apple juice, they freedom fries we discuss this in pantomime we shan't distress to plant a rhyme with any hoe or till or lime unless we guess it could be blessed by legends of another time so overall, this world's designed to trick you into fixing lines to mesmerize by giant signs to distract you with different kinds of lights and smoke and wholly ghosts so go ahead, and make the most.

what kind of world?

daopoem I turned to god and asked it for questions the Godhead answered with rainbow visions standing erect with soil exposed the rain seeps down to soak the clothes of those who thumb their nose at It or That or This whatever y'know that That Is You and lest we forget atonal jonesin' right or left? what's left when we stop percolating brains upset with internal vision externalize my fallacies for hours but ours are not so big (they're fake in fact) the night attacked the plane flew low red eyes did lie monolith winks the usual blessing reserves its fate for issues pressing beauteous sunset tomorrow's an eyesore we gets what we wants we will wants more as diamonds slice as clouds do pour the vapor that was there before to mindful I's that don't distress westerly breezes right or left the day unfolds dark thunder rolls the tolls untold the night now cold while water drips down droughts unsip the blame game framed by bluish flame pure energy rips out radiates in cursed free verse through midnight pens pink-shirted warriors ask why we sup-posed to know the diner's closed for light for fights which last fortnights the alphabet's opposed forthright like neon signs designed to dis- respect the planetary speck in green and blue for you and you and me makes three (and also we) divide by five to stay alive inside the broken playground slide we know the present is a gift so we exist to ruin it with flashy wrapping what's inside? we are afraid and so we hide the night defines the day and so opposed we write a thousand poems that Noone sees we bleed for she or he or it we cannot fit into these clothes cuz rain has froze and wind blows cold or warm on toes they kick and break icecubes that flow into the snow evaporating back uptown renowned clouds proud

of our achievements nodding soft fluff in agreement as we seek enlightenment it's there bare hidden under where? to this retreat of gridded streets containing questions in the sleet and hail from hell oh well we fell so swelling feet we flail to no avail

dear readers, I don't know who I write for... maybe for You or you or U or W it's a mystery...always will be how rhymes drop out of me (suddenly) onto the page through phytochemicals and nonsense filtered with plastic when the ink hits and something is felt - the pad, the pen, the semen, the blood: it's all really all the same even if you read these words in five thousand Earth years, past or future, whichever way we decide to continue, we're all still here, though you may (or not) notice. [heart], sy lion

SY LION originated inside the gray and dreary Beltway of Washington, DC. He languished there for roughly a quarter-century before becoming Californicated. This is his first book. PEACE OUT! is a DIY publisher that donates revenue to charitable and progressive political organizations. We split our profits thusly: 33% to the author, 33% to charities/organizations groups of the author's choosing, 33% to fund Peace Out! Press. {contact} sylionverse@gmail.com | twitter: @sychotoast

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