Crazy Cloud

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Mills College made me do this.

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released March 14, 2015

Cover drawn by Yoko Moltov
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Crazy Cloud is the self-given nick-name of my favorite 15th century Zen Buddhist Japanese monk,
Ikkyu
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Track Name: Morning
saying a lot in the morning
by staying
bells will be playing - far away

lights uncurl without warning
pockets of night
consumed in bites

flee the museum of deforming
envy and envy
charging motionlessly

fur on your cheek warming
as it were
enter the sun's foyer

sleep between storming
the water is deep
keep what you can keep
Track Name: False Dream
I remember being pushed in a lake
I was canoeing with Jake the Snake Roberts
earlier having had been pushed too far
on a treadmill to the brink of discomposure
in an actual cafe where i purchased all of their scones
I was alone there was a traffic cone
from the right side of it came a bear
wearing a police car flasher like a Shriner's cap.
I fell from the treadmill into a pile of scones
Jake the Snake Roberts gave the bear a high five.
I remember being alone on the lake
I was canoeing and very much discomposed
earlier having had flashed a police car wearing a Shriner's cap
right where i fell alone into traffic.
Disco pushed out of the speaker cones in the cafe
The snake i bear on the right side
the actual snake chased the ink snake
to the brink of a lake
the bear wearing ear rings gave me a high five
Here is what i remember, sure, one more push
Jake the police bear was alone in a cafe
I pushed a pile of canoes to the brink
of a shrine and disco was alone on the right side.
the speaker gave me a pile of ashes
and pushed me into traffic
and i was very much like a snake
earlier having had been actually chased
to a shrine by all of their members in robes
i was on a lake of embers and pus
a car fell into the canoe
no, a bear fell into the ice
and then i was one
Track Name: FFFFaaaallllsssseeeeDDDDrrrreeeeaaaammmm
I remember being pushed in a lake
I was canoeing with Jake the Snake Roberts
earlier having had been pushed too far
on a treadmill to the brink of discomposure
in an actual cafe where i purchased all of their scones
I was alone there was a traffic cone
from the right side of it came a bear
wearing a police car flasher like a Shriner's cap.
I fell from the treadmill into a pile of scones
Jake the Snake Roberts gave the bear a high five.
I remember being alone on the lake
I was canoeing and very much discomposed
earlier having had flashed a police car wearing a Shriner's cap
right where i fell alone into traffic.
Disco pushed out of the speaker cones in the cafe
The snake i bear on the right side
the actual snake chased the ink snake
to the brink of a lake
the bear wearing ear rings gave me a high five
Here is what i remember, sure, one more push
Jake the police bear was alone in a cafe
I pushed a pile of canoes to the brink
of a shrine and disco was alone on the right side.
the speaker gave me a pile of ashes
and pushed me into traffic
and i was very much like a snake
earlier having had been actually chased
to a shrine by all of their members in robes
i was on a lake of embers and pus
a car fell into the canoe
no, a bear fell into the ice
and then i was one
Track Name: Clean
we cant stand
next to you
you've got too many
things to do

clean up your mess
Track Name: Fate
Who cares what the hand of fate is doing?

For while in it, the fingers are invisible but felt ghosts

Whispering and pinching on necks

Prodding the habitual clusters in the brains

Slamming doors in the night


The arm of fate lying heavy and dead

As a bag of sand

Across my calloused hymen

These are things I will never get to remember

Branches of my self pruned

So that I may grow strong in a line

With a twist or two of free will for aesthetic sensibility

Yes, the hand of fate is the extremity of a gardener


Perhaps the clippings of you constitute dreams and death?
Track Name: Strings to Now
Moderate minister to get new colors courage

Accumulating a range of living actual laters

Strings to now vascular karmic hermitage

Open the broad side the edge the crack in the pillow

And wedge your hair in transmit via drainage

What time did in you
Track Name: road-Time
this road goes under the ocean
between Oakland California and Aukland New Zeland
and all roads are one road-time

in a far field...
where your car can't go-
when your shoes fall apart
you are out of time
space is antagonistic to
industrialized rubber?

time is right here always
but we don't have to be

time is a fire and
intelligence is its fuel

keep time
keep time
keep it
keep it
keep
keep...
keep it where?
in a space?

out of time and into the space
where everyone keeps their time
shards of time
lodged in discarded hearts
evidence of new hearts
made of local mud and plastic
and call the geo-genesis "Roots"
progress
regress
egress
digress
dysgress
congress