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Hack (Allen Ginsberg Tribute)

I’ve seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by Everquest.
Searching, with glare strained red myopic eyes,
flying aloft fiber optic spines,
liberated from the corporeal cells of your world
to become infinite, anonymous, living spirit!
Yet, in effect, motionless.
Locked in stasis,
frozen in front of screens
or behind the wheel.
Driven to distraction by playlists
on the way to jobs that promise nothing but the next paycheck.
And they give nothing in return,
save their bodies and their time,
or lives,
either way, it doesn’t matter, I want to take you in my arms,
squeeze out the pain,
wash away the stink of dirty blood,
teach you how to love.
But you’d probably be gone by sunrise,
taking with you what you could steal.

Granfalloon of the Stuppa (Leonard Cohen Tribute)

Don't speak to me of saviors,
of men who walked on water
and moved a mighty mountain
but died like any other,
to be served up to the faithful
like lambs lined up for slaughter,
protected from the weather by a coat of many colors,
none of which will save them
from the ground that must reclaim them
when the seas of reason,
that provided succor
for many hungry sailors,
are frozen like a feral creature

Things Add Up

Things add up
they ebb and flow and make waves
waves that hit me before I've had a chance to catch my breath from the last one.
I think maybe I've been sucked out a little too deep
I think maybe I'm a little bit small to fight this pull forward
It feels like things are always fighting me
keeping me from where I want to go.
Maybe it's like that for everyone
all of us drowning in slow motion.

whose eyes reflect the headlights
of that it can't remember
we'll sink beneath the reach of saviors like a stone.