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Waltzing the Dead Cat
And what of God?The breadth of Godthe length of Godas if measuredin a square
A dancesungtwo by two
sung in a circlesung in the roundup no further from down
Black Elk fell off the mountainand found the center was everywherethe circumference nowhere
Before I was born a cat purred me to sleep
In my dreamI buried the cat
but when I awokeit was the cat who buried me
and we were threeall goneall gone dancing
all that’s leftthis tumbling laughterforever afterAumen

Waltzing the Dead Cat

And what of God?
The breadth of God
the length of God
as if measured
in a square

A dance
sung
two by two

sung in a circle
sung in the round
up no further from
down

Black Elk fell off the mountain
and found
the center was everywhere

the circumference nowhere

Before I was born
a cat purred
me to sleep

In my dream
I buried the cat

but when I awoke
it was the cat
who buried me

and we were three
all gone
all gone dancing

all that’s left
this tumbling laughter
forever after
Aumen

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The Birdwatchers The birds of Southern Floridaare never quite certainwhether it’s spring
so they fuck all the timejust in case.

The Birdwatchers

The birds of Southern Florida
are never quite certain
whether it’s spring

so they fuck all the time
just in case.

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My bestest friends
do covers
of their alter egos

fuck the eagles
with 10,000
evel knievels

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Lately, I’ve been intimidated by silence. So I make goose honking noises whenever its quiet. It shields me from the terror.
My co-workers have been less than understanding. At first they laughed and thought it was funny, but after about 20 minutes they were no longer amused.
I explained my panic attacks to my Boss and he understood. He’s the one who had the great idea that I put on headphones and listen to music. The only problem is there is about a three honk pause between each song, so every few minutes…
It wasn’t until that one John Cage song came on a couple of days ago and I was honking for a few minutes, that the IT guy Paul, started laughing and couldn’t stop. It was terrifying. You could see the panic in his eyes, like he wanted to stop laughing but couldn’t. They had to take him to the ER and have him sedated. But then the drugs wore off and he started right up laughing again.
I guess he woke up his girlfriend in the middle of the night. Laughing his ass off in the darkness.
Anyway at least there is a simple cure for my malady.

Lately, I’ve been intimidated by silence. So I make goose honking noises whenever its quiet. It shields me from the terror.

My co-workers have been less than understanding. At first they laughed and thought it was funny, but after about 20 minutes they were no longer amused.

I explained my panic attacks to my Boss and he understood. He’s the one who had the great idea that I put on headphones and listen to music. The only problem is there is about a three honk pause between each song, so every few minutes…

It wasn’t until that one John Cage song came on a couple of days ago and I was honking for a few minutes, that the IT guy Paul, started laughing and couldn’t stop. It was terrifying. You could see the panic in his eyes, like he wanted to stop laughing but couldn’t. They had to take him to the ER and have him sedated. But then the drugs wore off and he started right up laughing again.

I guess he woke up his girlfriend in the middle of the night. Laughing his ass off in the darkness.

Anyway at least there is a simple cure for my malady.

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Showtime!
When I was young they told me if I touched myself they’d cut off my hands. Pretty crazy and sick, right? Well, it gets worse. They said after they cut off my dirty little evil hands, I’d be cursed for eternity with phantom jazz hands.

Showtime!

When I was young they told me if I touched myself they’d cut off my hands. Pretty crazy and sick, right? Well, it gets worse. They said after they cut off my dirty little evil hands, I’d be cursed for eternity with phantom jazz hands.

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The trick is to be  quietly obscene take your time and leisurely rebel against everything let your brain roll around in the tall grass let your mind heat up with wonder let your eyes linger  among the branches and leaves
Srsly, it’s like totally hot
I’ve been watching for revelations in nature collecting mysterious clues I find on walksancient tree blossoms, shadows and acorns
I give them to my wife  she has piles of strange junk she’s going to create a new cosmos Until then I’ll be wandering the suburbs
hissing my dirty come-ons  at manicured lawns wolf whistling in the dark begging the dusk for an encore

The trick is to be
quietly obscene
take your time and leisurely
rebel against everything

let your brain roll around in the tall grass
let your mind heat up with wonder
let your eyes linger
among the branches and leaves

Srsly, it’s like totally hot

I’ve been watching for revelations in nature
collecting mysterious clues I find on walks
ancient tree blossoms, shadows and acorns

I give them to my wife
she has piles of strange junk
she’s going to create a new cosmos
Until then I’ll be wandering the suburbs

hissing my dirty come-ons
at manicured lawns
wolf whistling in the dark
begging the dusk for an encore

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Five for Tuesday (fuck the rules) Everything must go!
1. Feeling down? 40% off on standing ovations.
2. These weekend autumn evenings get me a little intoxicated. Everything blooming with endless disgusting possibility.
3. Your sacred sense of self    What horseshit!     You are no more    or less    than everything.
4. Rewriting old cliches. Time Heals All Wounds = The Roaring Void Eradicates Everything!
5. Having a wild imagination has its drawbacks. For instance I was just fantasizing about having sex with an old grade school teacher, but I turned into my eight year old self and she turned into a china doll that crumbled and broke in my hands. Of course I’m in a big project kickoff meeting at work so I have to hold back my bewildered tears.

Five for Tuesday (fuck the rules) Everything must go!

1. Feeling down? 40% off on standing ovations.

2. These weekend autumn evenings get me a little intoxicated. Everything blooming with endless disgusting possibility.

3. Your sacred sense of self
    What horseshit!
    You are no more
    or less
    than everything.

4. Rewriting old cliches. Time Heals All Wounds = The Roaring Void Eradicates Everything!

5. Having a wild imagination has its drawbacks. For instance I was just fantasizing about having sex with an old grade school teacher, but I turned into my eight year old self and she turned into a china doll that crumbled and broke in my hands. Of course I’m in a big project kickoff meeting at work so I have to hold back my bewildered tears.

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Hey! Yeah sometimes I feel like we should talk more, but I hate prattling on. Srsly. I just kinda feel uncomfortable talking about myself. So I try to kinda look at everyone’s stuff on tumblr. Listen to all of ya and let it coalesces in my mind and respond to it. And when it’s my turn to say something I get self conscious and smash a church organ with a sledgehammer. It’s just my way of saying I love all you terrible humans. And I thought you might enjoy some grand silliness
I’m middle management and work in an office. This is my half assed rebellion. I write because it makes me happy and I enjoy exploring the endless possibility with semantic dead ends. Til it murders itself and is born anew again and again. I like how words can become recipes for a different experience. Cook our perceptions into a different dish. And I like watching people eat. Not really. I don’t know why I wrote that. Maybe I just like the feast of ideas. Eat. Digest. Communion. I DO like people watching. I guess tumblr is like a more intimate version of that.
It is odd that we still all go out in public and eat together, but not like, really eat together. Like maybe with one or three other people. I don’t know what we’re doing in public together most of the time. It’s like some weird prehistoric ritual we haven’t been able to shake. We need to be around each other, but we don’t really interact. We just talk shit about everybody on our phones.
God sure is weird.a net of jewelsmaking fun of itself in a circus mirror
a narcissist with amnesiaalmost rememberinga hilarious dirty joke
maybe that’s what prayer istalking shit about corporeal realityto God (the creator)or the Devil (the destroyer)
or whomever it is you’re in love with (the 3 in 1)
its all aboutyoumeus
this strange threewaythis private orgyfloating in space
So, hello in there. My name is Jade Bos. I’m an Aries. I enjoy a good pie fight.

Hey! Yeah sometimes I feel like we should talk more, but I hate prattling on. Srsly. I just kinda feel uncomfortable talking about myself. So I try to kinda look at everyone’s stuff on tumblr. Listen to all of ya and let it coalesces in my mind and respond to it. And when it’s my turn to say something I get self conscious and smash a church organ with a sledgehammer. It’s just my way of saying I love all you terrible humans. And I thought you might enjoy some grand silliness

I’m middle management and work in an office. This is my half assed rebellion. I write because it makes me happy and I enjoy exploring the endless possibility with semantic dead ends. Til it murders itself and is born anew again and again. I like how words can become recipes for a different experience. Cook our perceptions into a different dish. And I like watching people eat. Not really. I don’t know why I wrote that. Maybe I just like the feast of ideas. Eat. Digest. Communion. I DO like people watching. I guess tumblr is like a more intimate version of that.

It is odd that we still all go out in public and eat together, but not like, really eat together. Like maybe with one or three other people. I don’t know what we’re doing in public together most of the time. It’s like some weird prehistoric ritual we haven’t been able to shake. We need to be around each other, but we don’t really interact. We just talk shit about everybody on our phones.

God sure is weird.
a net of jewels
making fun of itself
in a circus mirror

a narcissist with amnesia
almost remembering
a hilarious dirty joke

maybe that’s what prayer is
talking shit about corporeal reality
to God (the creator)
or the Devil (the destroyer)

or whomever it is you’re in love with (the 3 in 1)

its all about
you
me
us

this strange threeway
this private orgy
floating in space

So, hello in there. My name is Jade Bos. I’m an Aries. I enjoy a good pie fight.

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You are free, yetin charge of nothingyou have the best seat in the housedown frontcenter stage
hey get comfortablebreathewhat comes nextmight be a fabulous deathor the big love scene
usually it’s just anotherlong soliloquy
the rambling one about freedom and lovethe one where you try to keep yourself companywith the idea of an audienceand the dream of an after party

You are free, yet
in charge of nothing
you have the best seat in the house
down front
center stage

hey get comfortable
breathe
what comes next
might be a fabulous death
or the big love scene

usually it’s just another
long soliloquy

the rambling one about freedom and love
the one where you try to keep yourself company
with the idea of an audience
and the dream of an after party