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The floor was covered in beer
thick enough to make shoes
comparable to flypaper.
Onstage the warmup act
was cutting a dude's hair
as the emcee led us
in chanting 'it grows back.'
And all I can think while
I describe this is how
— how in the hell were
they going to get the hair
to unstick from the floor?
I think I was more concerned
for my own hair at the time,
and not the cleanup crew.
thick enough to make shoes
comparable to flypaper.
Onstage the warmup act
was cutting a dude's hair
as the emcee led us
in chanting 'it grows back.'
And all I can think while
I describe this is how
— how in the hell were
they going to get the hair
to unstick from the floor?
I think I was more concerned
for my own hair at the time,
and not the cleanup crew.
Literature
Awake
Awake
We - are the children of Cygnus
Sagittarius , the Pleiades, Orion, and the Dog Star
Sprung from the womb of the Hypernova
Recycled, Reborn, Eternal
Observe
Times arrow returned to its quiver
Unlimited
Alive - in every moment that has been
or will ever be
Free
From the shackles of the linear mind
and the material wastelands of the Fallen
Pity the mortal and the blind
We dine on starlight
and dance to the rhythm of the fractal void
The heavy metal, rock and roll beat of the Magnetar and Star Quakes
The techo-jazz, thump thump thump of the pulsars
The waltz of the binaries
in their elegant embrace
We ride the big surf of the Broa
Literature
Apocalypta
Dawn breaks soft,
You are sun glare
in the rearview;
and I, the heavy mist
ahead
on a road that forgets to end.
Literature
Neurological Annihilation
when overload comes, it is the tar
it is a black that coats and annihilates everything clean
it rips off the skin revealing the bloodied tissue beneath
every adipose cell
every muscle fibre
every shred of sanity is vulnerable to cackling callousness and rage
the sound a current which carries all joy and tranquility away
leaving only sorrow, exhaustion and a humble prayer that this end soon
before my limbs, immersed in this cloying dank depression and fever, follow their master - the tar - and cut off their connection to the searing nerve fibres that animate their digits.
one action and it all stops
but that action means there will never be.
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Written 11/02/2012
Part of the Bitlets project.
Bitlets 36 © 2012 Nic Swaner
Part of the Bitlets project.
Bitlets are about quantity, not quality. Free-write at least one a day about what is on your mind, going on around you, or the state of your life. Ignore the urge to edit; it's not about being profound on purpose, it's about stumbling on it by accident.About this Bitlet
Another poem about the Aesop Rock show at The Metro in Chicago. See the video of the dude braving the stage (Sean O'Brien) and getting his haircut to the song Racing Stripes, which is a song about getting a crazy haircut your parents would freak about when you were a kid. The second half of the song though is interesting though in that it is about rapper Camu Tao (pronounced with emphasis on all syllables) who died a few years back (RIP), but Aesop knew him well enough to compose a story about his hair escapades in a song. He explains that way better than I can here: Behind Skelethon: Racing Stripes
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Bitlets 36 © 2012 Nic Swaner
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pronounced with emphasis on all syllables
CA MU TAO!
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CA MU TAO!
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