i can’t fix it ….no i can’t

cause 
i’ve got rust in my bones 
a gangrene filled heart 
black holes in the echoes of my mind 
black holes are the vessels of my soul 
in the light of the moon 
where the silver spoons howl 
i gotta guard against the fanatical hermits 
doing the haka of my tongue 
i gotta bite of the hippy fire
 and the crackling songs sung 
But i can’t fix it

cause
i’ve got rust in my bones 
a gangrene filled heart 
black holes in the echoes of my mind 
black holes are the vessels of my soul 
my eyes see what the taniwha see 
a people colonized by industrial disease 
where the unemployed fill societies cracks 
with the smoke of weed
while chasing the golden egg 
of the moa job leads 
while the elite continue to do 
what they bloody well please 
But i can’t fix it

cause 
i’ve got rust in my bones 
a gangrene filled heart 
black holes in the echoes of my mind 
black holes are the vessels of my soul 
we claim progress by promoting 
terminators over humans 
cause machines can run 24/7
and no family sue when they breakdown 
so we climb back into our waka to flee 
but the cook already let out a long grey cloud sneeze 
that covered the globe  in towers of glass 
where money trees grow out the elite humans pot ass 
But i can’fix it

cause 
i’ve got rust in my bones 
a gangrene filled heart 
black holes in the echos of my mind 
black holes are the vessels of my soul 
But i can’t fix it

cause 
i’m dying with the economy 
from industrial disease

© bg 2013

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7 thoughts on “i can’t fix it ….no i can’t

  1. I finally took the time to start reading (and I will admit, playing) with some of your older pieces. For me, it’s like wandering into the playground and all the children are screaming, crying, picking their noses and throwing dirt at each other. When off in a corner, I spot a beautiful boy (alright, fine, so he’s wearing a silly blue mask) making amazing and intricately layered Lego structures. So I borrow and build alongside, playing with the words to match the elaborate color, form and function as closely as possible within my own heart’s narrative. Then I read this tonight: doing the haka of my tongue and the taniwha (and my heart skips beats…I don’t even want to ask…Fill me in when you are ready…(Lol, I should rephrase that, but I don’t want to…where’s that giggle jar?)

    God works in strange ways.

    I have a piece I worked last night around the one you wrote about the NZ flag that is serious in nature. I was actually a bit afraid to show it to you but not so much now…Lol

    I’m putting it up on Little Monk’s site. I know you are incredibly busy right now, so no rush at all, but I would be curious to get your feedback on it.

    (when you get caught up, I have some more very funny ones)

    🌿🐝🙈⚓☺

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    • ha it was you ,i thought it was little monk ,they were fun to read . i see you gave some of the older post a nudge ,i hope you and monk have some energy left for this weeks 🙃🔫🍌🎃🔫🍌😊🔫🍌😆🔫🍌

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      • You have crazy timing. I just got back from theater at APT and was checking messages. It’s going to take me a while to read through this week’s post…liking it so far (no surprise).

        I did send you a very short e-mail earlier (Dr. Fraud should find it interestmusing…Lol)

        🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿

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      • Yesterday, Lear with my kids; and tonight was Oscar Wilde’s An Ideal Husband…

        Lear was even better than the first time. We were up close to the front, so the blood was bloodier, but all my children loved the play.

        I had trouble getting into An Ideal Husband…great cast, great performance, very funny at the end, but not my favorite Wilde (maybe it was in timing…Lol)

        Glad Dr. Fraud liked the email…I will be glad when I can share that particular post with you…🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿

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