Blues for Kali

They call Her the Dark Mother
And also the Mountain’s Daughter
She’ll sever your head
And deliver up another
Matters may not get better
But they’ll be different all the same
For that chatter don’t matter
And the matter won’t really mind
When you go to leave all the Maya behind

Each day is a tango with death
Dancing true blue tempos
Among shadows and echoes
Simple as holding a breath
And then letting it go
Jai Ma Kali Namo

She’s the Mistress of Mystery
Far as any Third Eye can see
Her method is pure madness
For a little madness is mandatory
In order to shake off the chains of reality
This mortal plane’s a crazy game
Just playing at Being you and me
It takes grace to face a Kali makeover
But you’ll get over whoever you were

For each day is a tango with death
Dancing true blue tempos
Among shadows and echoes
Simple as holding a breath
And then letting it go
Jai Ma Kali Namo

Recycling all forms of energy
The mighty queen of Kundalini
Tantamount to Quantum Tantra
She’s the Universe’s Yoni
Oh, we’re transitory stories
Changing faces places and names
Kali Durga Uma Parvati
That which clings will surely be torn
Nothing to mourn, we’re all Being reborn

Cause each day is a tango with death
Dancing true blue tempos
Among shadows and echoes
Simple as holding a breath
And then letting it go
Jai Ma Kali Namo

Great Vehicle

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Infinite Regress

Oh, where were we?
We were thinking about where we were
When we walked out past the who knows what
And then out of the jungle jumped a jangled ball
Of tangled and twisted hesitation
It was waiting for something to wait for
Hoping for a sudden burst of optimism
To drop from the dark rivulets of doom

Then there were the aftereffects
Of all that foreshadowing
Burning holes in the red carpets
Down the hallways of happenstance
And into the gloomy rooms of never can be
Back up the elevator shafts of impossibility
Do you remember?
Do you remember where we were
Halfway there, or a little less
In the infinite regress of the infinite regress

Oh where were we?
In a hall of a million mirrors
And all of these reflections of me
Carrying out eight billion careers
And many of them were sorry to see
This expanding mass of humanity
With their whys and their wherefores
And their why must this be?
And I looked to them for answers
And they looked back at me
And those eyes went on to infinity
Seeing more than any of us dare confess
Seeing past the however and the nevertheless
In the infinite regress of the infinite regress

Oh I forgot to remember
Or did I remember to forget
But it’s as clear as legalese
Or some obscure dialect of Cantonese
What I mean to say about the box
Inside the box
Inside the box
Inside the box
Ad infinitum
And so on
And so forth
The recapitulation of the retelling
Of a story that was never told in the first place
No, only the tale of it took off
Spreading like a brush-fire in the desert
A great legend of an epic
A quest for nothing in a world of far too much
Well, did we find it?
Nothing, that is.
Not at all.
Where did we find it?
Never be sure but here’s my best guess
In the infinite regress of the infinite regress

That which you’re used to
And that which seems new
Flirt through a curtain
Of never gonna happen
And almost didn’t make it
Slipping through the cracks
Of detours down garden paths
If it meant any more
It might be meaningless
Taking a break from eternity’s recess
Just to wrap my mind around my mind
Descending into the deepest end
And the deathless unending endlessness
Oh how did we ever get into this mess
Of the infinite regress of the infinite regress

If You Want To Live Forever

If you want to live forever, you’ve got to talk real slow…If you want to live forever, you’ve got to never finish a thought. Never finish a thought.

If you talk slow enough, then the thought that you’re talking about catches up with the thought you were thinking, about the thought you are having, about how if you want to live forever, you’ve got talk real slow, if you want to live forever…

League of Intergalactic Hobos

Caught this hotfoot surfing volcanoes
But only when the lava tide’s low
Touring Texarkana via tornado
Pursuing rumors of ice-blue buffalo
Hitched a northbound balloon and damn near froze
Selling kilos of snow to the Eskimos
Courting the worst-case scenario
With a chain-gang of leprechauns in tow
Oh, you have to know this ain’t my first rodeo

Hopping from fiasco to fiasco
By freight train or UFO
Openly incognito
Not your usual superheroes
The League of Intergalactic Hobos

From Jupiter to Juneau
Those hobos stuck it to the status quo
Sowing turbo-boosted embryos
Row after row, seeds of indigo
On the fast track to tomorrow
Little exploding rainbows
Tuned to the new age pirate radio
The age-old show to end all shows
And we’re all coming on for a cameo

Hopping from fiasco to fiasco
By freight train or UFO
Openly incognito
Not your usual superheroes
The League of Intergalactic Hobos

Grimy vagabonds of voodoo
Inked with tattoos of Stygian blue
On a rendezvous to the usual snafus
At the basement of Twenty-Three Skidoo
Where new planes of existence debut
Some of you’d faint from the fumes of that brew
Truth you can’t help but misconstrue
Over yonder where the coo-coo flew
From Sirius to Timbuktu

Hopping from fiasco to fiasco
By freight train or UFO
Openly incognito
Not your usual superheroes
The League of Intergalactic Hobos

Non Sequitur

Yo-yo
Pogo stick
Wax and wick
Icy slick
Logistic tricks
Animated meat
Meet concrete street
Follow that clown
With the big red frown
Whichever verb
Does the noun

Knick-knacks
Triple stacked
Look, I’ve got eyes
On the back of my back
Kicking air
Is nothing there?
Build a moat around the I
Draw a bridge then wonder why
The fortress fails to edify

Yin yang
Finger bang
Sir you rang?
Hierarchical harangues
Jump? How high?
Well, scrape the sky
Leave when you stay
Squeeze the sun
From every day
Don’t know who will
Pay the bills
When we only
Work for play

What if poison is the cure
Oh, that’s pure non sequitur
Well well well are you sure?
The chance is one in ten
Now is morphing into then
Better confiscate their pens
Groovin’ on that grimoire grammar
Slam the gavel and jack the hammer
Correlate unrelated dates
Don’t stop to hesitate
Just hold your wait and activate

Tick-tock
Kick the clock
Round the block
That joke’s debunked
The cost is sunk
And the potion’s drunk
On the fast-track
To a cul-de-sac
In the back
Of a jacked-up Cadillac
Be sure your big break
Don’t break you right back
Be sure your big break
Don’t break you right back

Word salad lightly tossed
Assonance the special sauce
Pre-sale clichès at half the cost
Scrabbled Yahtzee Boggle
Rocket moon boondoggles
Don infra-violet goggles
Helmet meet baton
Win the hamster marathon
Half-past time to imminent ties
The Eschaton
Imminent ties
The Eschaton
Imminent ties
The Eschaton

Question Marks

The sky is raining question marks
Djinn spinning in bodies of dust
Air rippling with cobalt sparks
Dancing in fantasies of treasure and trust

Coming to in a bed of thorns
Beneath a scalding hot pink dome
The wailing wind imitating horns
Mirages curdling up with foam

Clouds and crowds appeared like smoke
Where nothing at all should be
And all at once like a Cosmic Joke
Dawned a shimmering glimmer of destiny

Well, it’s time and it’s time
And it’s time to write the future
It had to happen later or sooner
For the second hand is the Great Undoer
So know your spell well
When the bellwether chimes
Cause like they say
Like they say
History rhymes

The ambrosia and the nectar flowed
And then the star struck nine
Falling from the comet she rode
Hanging from a dangling vine

A silent voice was thundering
In a cadence soft and divine
Said we heard you out here wondering
If you can read between the signs

Can you read between the signs?

Well, the Mobius Band got out of hand
Stripping the fabric from the folds
When the hourglass ran out of sand
And told a tale which never ever grows old

Well, it’s time and it’s time
And it’s time to write the future
It had to happen later or sooner
For the second hand is the great undoer
So know your spell well
When the bellwether chimes
Cause like they say
Like they say
History rhymes

Goatman Pan with a pipe and a plan
Playin’ that good ole Bacchanalian Jam
Blasting that Shepherd’s tone through miles of caves
As droves of dryads come in waves

Sarasvati strumming slide sitar
Pondering swansongs down from the stars
Rolling through ragas which never expire
Drawing each breath toward that which inspires

Shiva rocking skins with all six limbs
Beating up on singularity’s rim
Drumming out the dead in single file
Chugging Soma like it’s going out of style
Like it’s going out of style

Well, it’s time and it’s time
And it’s time to write the future
It had to happen later or sooner
For the second hand is the great undoer
So know your spell well
When the bellwether chimes
Cause like they say
Like they say
History rhymes

Reset

High mojo in the whole
Heavy spells getting sprung
From the bottom of my soul
To the tip of my tongue

It’s been quite a blast
Still ringing in my ears
One last call for the past
Coming through loud and clear

Well, who I’ve been
Is wearing thin
Serpent shedding another skin
Go ahead, hit the reset button
And start
And start
And start all over again

Farewell you forlorn fantasies
Dreams from disappearing years
Lose the you who used to be
Slip into a brand new gear

Shells of selves chipped away
Collapsing walls within
Clearing out all the yesterday
So tomorrow can start to begin

Cause who I’ve been
Is wearing thin
Serpent shedding another skin
Go ahead, hit the reset button
And start
And start
And start all over again

Start and start and start over again
Draw a deep breath and descend from ten
Ten powder-kegs of dynamite ignite
Nine novas erupt in the night
Eight awakenings crackle in dawn
Seven sibyls speak and then they are gone

Start and start and start over again
Trace time back through its origin
It began, it began, oh I lost count
But very long ago by all accounts
Everything happens but who knows when
So start and start and start over again

Start and start and start again
For we’re still in initiation
On the wings of incantations
For dreams in generation
Spring-loaded cobras ready to dance
With any who dare to take the chance

For who I’ve been is wearing thin
Serpent shedding another skin
Go ahead, hit the reset button
And start
And start
And start all over again

Yes who I’ve been is wearing thin
Serpent shedding another skin
Go ahead, hit the reset button
And start
And start
And start all over again

Riverrun

I come bearing an hourglass
Where the sand flows both ways
Not very clear on matters of mass
Tho’ quite precise where energy plays
Remember the future about like the past
Clouded by all that I’m missing today
All I can say is both move very fast
In the slowest of all possible ways

From swerve of shore
To bend of bay
Ending up where it once begun
A way a lone a last a loved
Along the riverrun

I find my way by ballpoint compass
As the world’s mapped on a sphere
Needle tuned to the heart of bliss
Nested in a maze of ten billion gears
Right now it’s pointing directly at this
Voyage of thought on waves to your ears
As a sailor who knows it’s easy to miss
Islands of hope in storms of fear

From swerve of shore
To bend of bay
Ending up where it once begun
A way a lone a last a loved
Along the riverrun

Half of humanity’s planted on Earth
So the rest could sculpt the sky
Someone must keep the sense of mirth
In a mound of molasses ten miles high
In the intermission between death and birth
We get to be ghosts with the freedom to fly
Relearn what a good limitation is worth
The way you dig on a well gone suddenly dry

From swerve of shore
To bend of bay
Ending up where it once begun
A way a lone a last a loved
Along the riverrun

Shamboozled

You’d never guess it from their tattered jackets
Four shadows sharing the glare
How they rode skyward chariots
And vaulted the moon on a dare
Well, I tell you, it was a sordid affair
How the clown confronted the crown
And both of their heads came tumbling down

Oh, go ahead and laugh
We’re a four-panel cartoon
Carried away in a hot-air balloon
Y’all be singin’ a different tune
When we’re mining diamonds all over the moon

You’d never know it from their signs and seals
Dilated eyes and visionary zeal
Spaced-out trails and quantum tangles
Loose use of phrases and estimated angles
Winding threads where the point evaporates
You’d never know they haunted the underworld
And crashed the pearly gates

Oh, go ahead and laugh
We’re a four-panel cartoon
Carried away in a hot-air balloon
Y’all be singin’ a different tune
When we’re mining diamonds all over the moon

So many variables to be shamboozled by
You’d never know it from the grit of the nitty
You’d never guess from the thick of the thin
All the worn-out grandeur and grime
Serving both shallow and sublime
Platinum-plated platitudes adorning our ears
Vying to be the ones that live on through the years

Is it the glint or the glimmer you follow?
Is it the voice or the silence you heed?
Where do I sign up for a leader
Who leads me and leaves me to lead?
Yeah, you might have thought otherwise
If they told you they even had a clue
Of what I’m telling what I’m telling to you
Never mind the teller, it’s the telling that’s true

Oh, go ahead and laugh
We’re a four-panel cartoon
Carried away in a hot-air balloon
Y’all be singin’ a different tune
When we’re mining diamonds all over the moon

Sugar-Coated Half-Truths

I’m not trying to rise to sainthood
Nor vying for a Nobel prize
I plan to be good and misunderstood
So here’s a word or two for the wise

My miracles are mighty meager
Y’all better bring your own wine
Yes, I’ve been known to walk on water
But only in the winter time

Oh, sugar-coated half-truths
Go better with a shaker of salt
And if you wind up in Heaven
It ain’t gonna be my fault
Do us all a big favor
You can thank yourself later
Better be, better be your own savior

Because you’ve seen a side of me
You might think you’ve seen it all
Relegate me to the role you see
As if anyone were that small

I’ve been confused for my depictions
A case of mistaken identity
Yes, it’s true, I do fit the description
But no, that doesn’t even cover me

Yes, sugar-coated half-truths
Go better with a shaker of salt
And if you wind up in Heaven
It ain’t gonna be my fault
Do us all a big favor
You can thank yourself later
Better be, better be your own savior

Wouldn’t be caught dead in chain-mail
No, knighthood is not for me
Not on a hunt for some bloody Grail
And I say leave the dragons be

Oh, I’ll serve my head on a platter
If that’s what the music craves
For love of what truly matters
Carried away in the carrier waves

Just a Mariachi for your courtships
In this moment we all designed
Songs on my lips as I’m gathering tips
And leaving a little peace on my mind

For sugar-coated half-truths
Go better with a shaker of salt
And if you wind up in Heaven
It ain’t gonna be my fault
Do us all a big favor
You can thank yourself later
Better be, better be your own savior
Better be, better be your own savior