“Like Water from Yahweh”: Recent Poetry by Willi Paul, PlanetShifter.com

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“Like Water from Yahweh”:
Recent Poetry by Willi Paul, PlanetShifter.com

Occupation in your Eyes

I am in your micro wave
Melting the North Pole
Calling for the Old Silicon Valley
Charging the new black hole

I am your compost pile
The dark black box in the garage
Spent cartridge in your gun
The billy beer can under the couch

I am your empty pool
The top of the dirt pile in the side yard
Occupation in your eyes
Slime of lost causes and silly intentions

I am dust and wax and spit and tv's last glare
Lost Boston tapes
Bald head and broken nails
Green coal in your fire place

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Stop Helping God Across the Road Like a Little Old Lady

I am the Man in the Moon (gone)
That red striped jungle snake slithering in bad dreams

Please open the Gate (road trip together)
I am the X'd Map, I am the See

I am the tattoo in the gun powder
I am your parent’s bed

We can put this profit machine out to dry…
Put down the remote

And let me in…
To the dementia garden ‘round the corner…

Down into the evil reef…

To the composted god child dangling wide-eyed and soiled …

around your neck.

Epilogue
I'm hanging out to dry
With my old clothes
Finger still red with the prick of an old rose
Well the heart that hurts
Is a heart that beats
Can you hear the drummer slowing?
One step closer to knowing…
To knowing, to knowing, to knowing
One Step Closer to Knowing
U2

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The Girl Who Glows on Walls

To the girl with the present tense past (the salt)
Are we at the same table?
Or pulling apart a bicycle built for two?

You are getting prettier as we txt on
But the moat I’m treading in
Is cranking me down

Where is Spock when you need him?
Force fields, magic wands, lost keys
I wish it was 1971

But that's still a nice little tattoo Honey
I want one two
Moon’s up!

I’m one.

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Why can't we all wear that same green dress, fellas?

Haven’t seen a green job in 3 months…
Slam the Door behind you please? Mr. Jones?
Eating our tails like hamsters in a digital cage

Downloading salvation from the plumbers, land lords and rakes
So many self-iconographic blogs shouting over my fence
So many little page view nights

Too many silly green Bays
Will hike along with your crew but my membership has cashed
TreeHugg me, Triple Rock Me, Digg the latest techno-devi ce

Newton calls for a sustained shot

As we panda bear a rattle snake heist

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Zoo Station
I'm ready
I'm ready for the laughing gas
I'm ready
I'm ready for what's next
I'm ready to duck
I'm ready to dive
I'm ready to say
I'm glad to be alive
I'm ready
I'm ready for the push
by U2

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We are the Matrix
The cross platform troops rise, google, footprint, apple, soft, fire fox
Come up and spill in...
The new you
It’s the new me
We are the Sea
The Top of the Feel
Come up and plant that stake!
We are the new economy

We are the Matrix
We are the green market honey bees
The soil and the rind
The barter revolution begins
Turn up the amps
Spill the incense
Kill the tv
Catch the Moon
Kiss mommy's purple haze
We are the Matrix
God is on our side, pray that our songs
will be eternity

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Shedding

I found a storage shed on Sacramento Street to move my things to because my jollygreen footprint at ego ranch was too big, too early and too loud. 2.

Land lord said she wanted a monastery feel but the lightning inside me proved just too damn bright.

I'm loosing my skin and getting wings. In Be'tween.
Funny thing, I don't need my stuff now as I run ahead with Love and water the Seeds. No dresser, no drawers, no big black jumbo mumbo stereo -- just an old time chair and art desk perhaps, a light; some faded tees and torn coats. My old buddy Trinitron is toast.

I can swim at the pool, shit at the station, eat at the market, compute and profit at the wireless café.

And I can visit my books 24 hours a day.

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I am a time bomb
Lighting my own fuse
In a coal eyed world
Green mad

Got too many fingers
In daddy's pie
Too little faith
Too many dull knives

How much longer
With this black hole dream
Angel wings and
Data beam

Lighting the Aquarius sky
Drenched in Mommy's breath
at the last silly fork in the world

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rattle snakes in oakland

I want us to walk the line then erase it with laughter
We don’t live under the Man anyway… right?
Time to grow on and build the songs on the green
We are rattle snakes in the Valley
The deep moss covered rocks washing the coast
Fog and snow high above the traffic’d plain
We cannot be ordinary now
We cannot be free…
Until the snake bites and the moss grows and the fog rolls down the slope
Into our inter-locked arms and hearts

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