Thanks to everyone who came out on Sunday, 2/12 to dance and listen to our crazy show. Don't forget,
WE'LL BE LIVE AT THE TALKING STICK AGAIN ON APRIL 30th.
Mark those calendars...
bottom feeder
what a chorus
bottom feeder
millions and millions of dollars
change hands everyday, today
these hands, people who live
here on wind sandy cliffs
warm wind tickled ice plant
and spring flowers wave back
while the ocean patiently claws
away/undermines
fragile hillside slide
Monday afternoon
beach deserted/homes empty
their occupants labor
wasting the day to pay the mortgage
I steal their view
today, through this chaos of light
I see Australia on the horizon
from the Encinitas coast
broke/rent late
laughed at/rejected/spurned
I eat lunch with the Sun
my heart
a sharp-eyed low flying gull
wings spread
speed/stillness
hunger
Whole World Eye
whole world eye
living jewel
life source orb
growing chi pulsation
electric magnetic kinetic
water protein mineral matrix
primordial stew that made you
energy ocean surfer, fer sure
you forgot Her
like this meat blood bone
came together on its own
while you were busy on the phone
instead of the sacred temporary loan
she makes us
we wander your surface
altering the crust
till it no longer supports us
changing your skin on a whim
arbitrary borders fences and boundaries
we picture you with bad tattoos
we’re ants with explosives
clumsily spilling corrosives
fracking hacking attacking
anything that moves
separate desperate tricked into
dancing to death grooves
your rich damp dark
fragrant grainy squeezy through my fingers
she who is all we see
we feast on your radiance
lust after your luminescence
absence of force connects us to the source
she gladly feeds us when
we ignore them that bleeds us
the cycle continues within us
and without us
Bacon Fat
Paulie Dee oozing with cool,
and, you know...
Got to Get Out
Missouri Mesmerism
as it was meant to be:
GCD & JAM
alls we got is time...
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