Monthly Archives: May 2014

Beijing “broken string” drone rap.

Show Poem: Wed. May 7th “Acoustic Mayhem” @ Davey’s Uptown (KC, MO)

Daveys

photo by Rachel Sky

I’ve spent the last three days sweeping up thousands upon thousands of little helicopter seeds from the three soft maple trees around the back yard. The supply of these seeds seems endless.  I’m amazed at the idea probably not a single one will grow into tree. It reminds me of the millions of tiny sperms that I have wasted jerked off into into countless paper towels, tissues, old t-shirts and shower drains.

Anyone who says that nature is efficient and not wasteful is full of shit.
There used to be a book for everything
There used to be time for things
There was so much waste

How to
Write a poem
Think of something that could help people
There used to be a book for everything.

How to
Change a lightbulb
Stop nagging it about it’s future.
There used to be so much waste.

How to
Make an enemy for life.
Steal a person’s dreams.
There used to be time for things.

How to
Be happy
Learn to love the insanity
There used to be so much waste

How to
Help a blind man cross the road.
Put small bumps in the sidewalk
There used to be a book for everything

How to
Sleep comfortably on an air mattress
Do not over inflate
There used to be so much waste

How to
Manage a migraine headache while performing a rock show
Focus on your hands. Relax in the car until right before you have to go on. Do not
stare directly into the merch light.
There used to be time for things

How to
Get along with idiots.
Act like they’re hurt children
There used to be  so much waste

How to
Stay alive
Six 12 ounce glasses of water a day.

But there is no survival of the fittest when you’re a  soft elm helicopter seed in the suburbs of Shawnee Kansas. You’re  just the one in a million lucky bastard that hitches a ride on some yard waste trash truck and flies off into a nice warm, ditch somewhere on the way to the land fill.  A soggy fertile ditch just begging you to sprout and grow.

Show Poem: Fri. May 2 @ Midwestern Musical Company “First Friday” (KC, MO)

See more pics at the KCLiveMusicBlog

Thank God it’s Friday.
My I don’t have to lie day.
My we’re all gonna die day.
So lets all get high day.

Welcome to the outside world.
So glad you could make it.
So glad you are here.
Welcome to your city.
Welcome to your life.
Welcome to Friday.
Enjoy! Goddammit!
Enjoy what you have.
Painstakingly  preserved like the painstakingly constructed models of the painstakingly preserved organs of the painstakingly buried remains of the always and forever pains taking King Of Pain. Painstakingly on display now at our very own painstakingly preserved  home in the heart of the often taking and paining city, state, country.
Welcome and thank you pain takers of Kansas City.
It’s been a long hard road. But you made it!
it’s Friday.
Welcome to the first Friday of the rest of your life.
To the end of the weak.
And the end of the weakness.
Welcome to a world of constant flux.
We all have tickets to ride.
It’s flux or be fluxed.
We are all part of it.
We all have parts to play.
We are all slaves to love.
We all have hearts and hearts to mend and to break.
So let sing and dance and work through the pain.
Together!
It’s Friday.
And everything is better Fried.