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Just a quick note to my new friends and valued acquaintances here who may have noticed I&I haven't been here much the last 2 weeks. Have a couple of crazy teeth that seem to be irritated at me & haven't felt much like sitting in the studio in front of the computer lately. I have a app't. with the endodontist Mon. and will soon embark on the battle of the pulp.
Strange times, joyful riddims, & delightful orgasmic surprises to all,
rodney

Where indeed do such contrapuntal musings as these stir forth, ebbing & rising in the uncertain tides of genesis. Polished chrome and velvet black, the swirl of birthing possibilities in the balanced spiral lie sweating and strained from the overabundance of ego's swizzlesticks. Wearing the face of Ozymandias, forever shouting the mariner's ancient rime across the howling ice, we are a rippling jewel-faceted wave upon the mirrored interface of the sphere without surface, seeking our reflecti… Continue

Cut Off

Cut it off and lay me down
Cut it off and lay me down
Can I lose myself any more
Than you have so
righteously done
Lead us away
Call it a day
nine to five and back again
Soapy dishes done
it's damn near ten
Living my day to day,
broom to broom existence
i wonder
In what sway
Did your leanings turn
to call us gone.
Your towns are not my temples
Your bedrooms not my fun
so go away
go your way
i'll go mine -
See what freedom we shall find

Psalm

Lo, though they shall speak with
Tongues of concrete,
Their words shall fall as
Asphalt upon the land.
Yea, their deeds shall reek
Of eternal combustion,
Even as the stench of exhaust
Rises hotly from gaping mouths
To swirl in silver clouds
About your ears.

Yea, though I drive through the
Underpass of death,
I shall fear not the muffled
Thunder
For thy power steering and
Disc brakes, they comfort me.

For we dance the desecration
On rubber souls,
Celebrating the progress of
The double ye… Continue

In the Light Of Bones

slice-iced gray,
these corrugated winter edges,
even black night casts no such knives as these...
for touch, my only touch,
is flown beyond these rolling edges;
does it startle you now,
to know that it is not black night i fear,
not sweet cold night,
cry that feeds edge-worn souls,
not such fine surcease to fear,
this madness dwells not in night,
for i walk my way without moon, .. without stars
(in the light of bones that cannot bear to be seen
madness weaves itself),
each… Continue