Author: [[Abe Brownell]] --- # Performance notes - Alive! - Alive!! # Poem Seeing them live in the ides Fated to a crossroads in the bardo Capsule clad and weak at the knees Irony clobbers you over the head I'll talk about anything but the obvious This is my list of complaints Sloughing it off Sit down and realize you're out Tempt you into entanglement Tilt the motion for coming alive Bidirectional random walks On the phone with less and less All too soon Folding over and under the midday sun Filing disjointly and in different brackets For different things and/or reasons I am a breeze unto myself Known as the River of Heaven This is the art of mental rotation We could short a year by a couple months I hail from the ides A favorite pastime in sleep July, July! I tried not to seem sad and it worked Under the cover of egress Buying time to say goodbye Buying time to give as a parting gift Looking both ways Proceeding along two axes Orthogonal to yourself I stream it off the afterlife Talk to ghosts all night Scratch ticket winnings: About two hours and forty five minutes All the sounds you choose to listen to All the ones you don't The difference in the twain Fifteen minutes of negative space Three hours and some loose change Living alongside the years Punctuation for your equilibrium Conflating it with expertise Presenting as an inexhaustible list of criteria Setting off fireworks Playing it cool Playing the rain Explosions in the sky Lightning in a bottle Storm in a teacup Another hour and fifteen minutes Could be mere seconds Congregating on days and weeks Capsule clad and weak at the knees Crossroads in the bardo Orthogonal to your self Breeze unto yourself River of heaven Riding on a raft Rain keeps repeating itself I never scratch the ticket I prefer to stay dry Random walks on water This will take years off a duck's back There's a pendulum in your throat Ticking away the words Tempting you over the hollows of temporary conditions Riding on fumes to get to work Never arriving and fashionably late I'm guessing the plot Well schemed and according to plan Collapsing over the swell of inner peace Picking you up as a gale force breeze Blow out the candles Time passed in sleep I tried not to seem sad and it worked I burn up like a candle Paraffin history Burning on repeat Entangled with the gates There's a pendulum in your throat Twisted around your words Flow them like wine Drink of your tears Weeping by the quarter Upside down again