jonberger

I don’t want to blow up on you
but there’s some stuff I just have to unleash
that I’ve been holding on to for longer than I meant to.

If I had just released this earlier
sooner
nearer to when we met
it wouldn’t feel so explosive now
but it’s been so long
and it feels like it’s just built up so much
that when I open the floodgates
it’s just going to be some unstoppable tide.

I hope you’re prepared to take
what I’ll be putting forth.
I hope you enjoy it
but whether you do or not
I’ve just got to let go.
It’s time.

I caught feelings.

What were you thinking I was talking about?

Listen now: the town is all a’buzzing
about this great guy’s details, they’re discussing.
To get near him, everybody’s shoving.
Ask him what he wants, and he says “Nothing.”

This man, he has a golden life,
he has it all; he lacks all strife.
The perfect face, the perfect wife.
Everything about him is absolutely rife
with perfection. His connections
are impeccable.

If you don’t want to be him, you want to be by his side
or at least be allowed to coat-tail on his ride.
To witness wonder, hope there’s naught he hides,
knowing if he asks you, that naught will be denied.

This man, his life is proven gold.
His fate like destiny foretold
of some hero, strength ninefold
unleashed to take on trolls of old
who need beating and defeating.
He’s incredible.

Hey there! Make sure that you can see
what Mister Special is up to on TV!
So cool; wouldn’t everyone agree?
No doubt he’s living splendidly.

This man, a golden life he has.
He’s got so many things! Such as:
A golden house near Alcatraz,
a golden horse named Razzmatazz
and he can ring-a-ding sing with swing like a king.
It’s amazing.

There are times with the brightness and the night.
The two AM darkness and the eight AM bright.
Struggles to stay awake and the caffeine flights.
The hours are not always our friend.

The sleep can control you and waking’s abrupt.
With too many changes your body corrupts.
If only a system exists to disrupt.
When will it ever end?

There’s a solution. It is this potion:

MorpheusEndz. Never sleep again.
MorpheusEndz. It’s your only friend.
MorpheusEndz. Eyes open all the time.
MorpheusEndz: Oh, the heights you can climb!

With MorpheusEndz, you can live endlessly.
The routine is simple; just take one pill daily
and go about twenty four hours of life
without thinking ’bout slowdown or stoppage or strife.

Just keep on moving; you’ll be feeling fine.
We’ll make you feel smoother than dandy-line wine
and if you should ever desire to stop
then that ought to be the time that you don’t pop a

MorpheusEndz: a pill for no sleep.
MorpheusEndz: just one tab and no peeps
for you will be awake at least all of the day.
It makes all of your sleep worries zzzcurry away!

He said, "Are you all right?"I said, "Well, you did it there, Dad.
"I had just about figured out the solution to the universe. I was laying here, and the thoughts were coalescing, and I was coming to conclusions, and the conclusions were calculating into creating a new certainty for me. It was all coming together.
"But you, just by jostling me over there, you just took my attention away from it,
and now I’ve lost my train of thought, and – whoosh! It’s all whisked away!
"It’s gone. Down the drain. I got none of it left.
"So thanks, Dad," I said, struggling to stand in the smoky garage, "Thanks a lot."
"You sure you’re OK, Jon?"
"I think I just need a snack."
We went into the house and got me a snack. A few snacks.
A lot of snacks
Snacks are good.

Is this why they killed him? When George created "Taxman,"
it was said to be unlike any other recorded music
ever.
"One for you, nineteen for me"
does seem a little extreme.

Today, the highest tax rate in the UK
comes in at forty five percent,
so much lower than before
and perhaps a reason
for Labour to have done the Beatle in
as revenge.

Conspiracy, you say?
Perhaps.
But can you tell me the whereabouts
of the Labour Party
when George contracted oral cancer?

I thought not.

Before you open your eyes
this day could be anything
its potential limitless.
Go for a walk?
Sure.
Breakfast on the veranda?
Absolutely.
Think you might breed horses
that phase through stone?
Why not?
Opportunity’s are endless today, genderless term for guys!

Your dreams leave you free
to imagine any day possible,
and so do you
before you begin the day, per se.

So before you give it a go,
don’t forget that you will decide
how to make it so.

Now since you had to open your eyes
to read this,
it’s clear you’ve already begun your day.
So get moving.

If you drink the four liters of water
that you’re supposed to
you’ll probably get the exercise you need
simply going to the bathroom alone.

I kept thinking you had illicit purposes:stealing my women
(who were never women
I had any reason to think
I should have claim to
{more than any patriarchal ass})
mocking my art
mocking me in general,
when it seems you were probably just too wasted
to string complete sentences together.

Wow, you cannot keep it straight, can you?
I projected too much on you
for too long.
I’m glad I got to see through the mirror now, though.
Breaking on through, to the other side,
as it were.

I think I was just thinking about you too much.
Have a good night’s sleep.
It’ll look good on you.
On both of us.

She loved Jane’s Addiction
and I loved her
all too recently
so in her honor I went to the Jane’s Addiction show at the Colosseum. I was feeling lonely
and I wanted to remember
and maybe to dance.

This was around their third album,
when Jane was at the height of their powers,
with “Been Caught Stealing” running up the charts,
so posers like me could get on the bandwagon
and think about yesterday’s girlfriend.

The compact four-piece exploded
onto the stage
with the mosh pit ignited just about immediately.
I was thrown into it joyously.
I noticed Dave from a distance.
Dave was the boyfriend after me.
He was her best friend
always lurking, always supportive,
who became something else
after I was out of the picture.
I didn’t think Laurie was in town for the show,
but Dave was clearly enjoying Jane
in her place
just like me.
I would keep my distance.

Dave did not.

I found myself pushed by Dave.

In a mosh pit, where bodies are regularly shoved,
things happen by accident all the time.
I was pushed by Dave again.

Of course accidents happen.
Coincidences abound.
Dave ran into me.
Oh, come on!

I didn’t get this.
Dave and I were never tight
but what issue would he have with me now?
He won!
He had the girl.

I wanted to fight back
but he was bigger than me
and I didn’t think being caught
in active violence would be good for me.
Laurie wouldn’t like it.

I got out of the mosh pit
and watched the rest of the show
from the back of the room.

It was really rare back then
for me to do the mature thing.
I wonder if I was sick.

I’m tired.
I’m ready to quit this life,
give up the ghost and return
to some sort of stability
but I don’t think I can.
Painful as it’s been,
the rewards are too great.

For we are stereonauts,
sailing from town to town on waves of sound,
rebounding from rejections,
ejecting from tape deck gigs,
escaping with light-weight rigs intact
interacting all over the country
with whoever we meet.

We live for the road
and the sonic streets we skate
there’s little debate that we find hate
from hardcore, folk and punks and many more
but we adore what we do,
despite the difficulties,
despite the disinterest from so many.
We fight through
and will continue to
regardless of the exhaustion
and the insecurity
and the other crises of faith.
We’ll soldier on.