Strange Couplets #2: More People on Fire

Posted in Assholes, Fire, Fragments, People, Poems, Politics on July 25, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

People on fire are quenched by the storm
smoldering wet and mumbling ‘reform’
their hands turn to ashes and their words into dust
their guts into pumice and their hearts into rust

These people on fire are buried in clay
and they harden and deaden and wither away
but in the holes that they left their ghosts linger on
and the soil above is more porous anon

People on fire spontaneously combust
when a lifelong breeze hits a sudden gust
a crackle and spark from the toes to the hair
a towering inferno, a thunderous gale

People on fire should prompt you to run
unless you’re prepared or just there for fun
and it’s best to escape or carry some salt
so if you ignite at least it won’t be your fault

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Strange Couplets

Posted in Fire, Fragments, Poems, Songs on July 1, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

People on fire are meaner than you think
they dash and they stumble and sink
A fire extinguisher might put them out
But then they sit around and pout

People on fire just need a match
Holes in your skin just need a patch
A patch on your skin to dull the pain
seed clouds with dust to make it rain

When I was on fire I saw only red
All I wanted was the ocean instead
Red becomes green and green becomes brown
Settle in mud, sink down and down

People on fire it’s all in their minds
wake up in your head it’s the heat that binds
Give in to the flames and they’re cool and light
Like soft summer linen on a warm summer night.

Tonight You Belong To Me

Posted in Assholes, Love, Music, TubeLink, Uncategorized on June 24, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

Musicians From Space

Posted in Music, Songs, Space, TubeLink on May 18, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

Bootsy Collins and Buckethead covering Jimi Hendrix:

Mother’s Day Poem

Posted in Death, Love, People, Poems, Space on May 10, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

Palmer’s Star



When a star is born
and drifts away from its mother
when the bonds of gravity pull like taffy
thinning, but never gone
when satellites emerge or are drawn in
comets settling down
when its mother dies
and it sees that last light
from millions of years before
having mourned her death
for those millions of years
what can it do but look to its planets and moons
friends and lovers
with the desperate boyish hope
somehow that he resembles her
if they never saw her light
through him they will remember her

Big Bang goes the Kernel

Posted in Agriculture, Movement, TubeLink on May 5, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

The Deepwater Horizon Founders in Fire

Posted in Assholes, Climate Change, Death, Hell, Lies, Metal, Photos on May 4, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

The greatest fear of any navigational AI– trapped in ship infrastructure, confined by fire to ever-shrinking electronic bulkheads, losing senses as the exterior melts from heat– and worst of all, losing its humans and ending up as nothing more than pollutant.  I feel bad for the Horizon.  Mismanagement, greed, poor preparation, lack of a few simple switches– all these factors combined to bring it down, and now it’s a stain of death, reaching its tendrils far from its grave to kill any creature it encounters.  Tragic.