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Welcome to Flot-Con Text: a blog where I release my newest poetry since and as of twentyten. Enjoy! Peace!
Sam Flot

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Pockets of Air


Pockets of Air
By sam flot


Pockets of air
Filling up with change
Un-popped bubbles
Intermittent clouds flying in
Holding new challenges or
Bestowing the winds with a purpose

Pockets of air
Filling up with change
Balancing the books
Giving more power
To the pawns and the rooks

Reaching for a different style rhythm or meter
Beating on a drum
To send a message
From village to village to village

Pockets of air
Filling up with change
Holding pen to paper
Writing this decree


The boom’s gone flat
Our leaders are lost
The old way is the wrong way
The old way is being pushed aside

Pockets of air
Filling up with change
The boom’s gone bust
Now it’s our turn
To do it our way

The old way is the wrong way
It’s time for the old way we do things
To step aside and watch and
 Let us take a swing

The clock struck you out looking
Bat on your shoulder
The old way acts bewildered
While we get bolder and bolder

Pockets of air
Filling up with change

We’ve been shoved for too long
Step aside or be pushed aside
The old away is gone
While the new way gets a try

Pockets of air
Filling up with change
Now its been popped and
Everything’s fair game



11.8.11

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Parallelogram For You




Parallelogram for You

By Sam Flot

Jagging
Zig-zagging
Switching back with forth

Slanted
Top right to bottom left
Coming down from the sky

Radiating
Light sent to an earth
Somewhere
Instigating inspiration
If only

To believe in what your doing does

And to do what you believe
Truly brings joy
To your inner being

Whatever connects you to center

Breathing and understanding

What you will
Into being
Becomes art


What you will
If you will
And I know you will

If you have the will
Into being
Becomes art

Believe in what you’re doing
And do what you believe
Deep up inside your soul’s mind


Where you keep the outcome
Of your years of

Experience
Efforts
Eliminations
Elucidations
And useless extrapolations
And by extrapolations
I mean…………..
Over-explaining something
To a group of people
Gathered to share
Will become art





Tuesday, November 1, 2011

99 Percent Strong


99 Percent Strong
by Sam Flot  2011



for the American Autumn

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Abe Lincoln looked at me
From the side of a penny and said “1993
In God We Trust ~ Liberty
Another day you worked all you get is one of me

“What happens to the other 99 cents?”  I asked old Abe
“A dollar a day is minimum wage
If I only get a penny how can I save?
How can I buy food?  Should I live in a cave?”

Abe answered me after a real long stare
“Get outta my mind, get outta my hair 
I don’t think it’s legit and fair, it’s not my deal, not that I don’t care
Get your own soapbox,  go down to your own town square

I freed the slaves and for that you see
This pretty profile of mine can grace a penny
A sarcastic honor, it  just might be
99% getting just one Lincoln  penny

We live here right now no money no jobs
We can’t trust the government, they call us a mob
We can only go to the streets and scream and sob
The health code enforced by the tear gas they lob
Hey there Abe, you’re a damn good penny
But we need more than that from this land of plenty
We follow the orders of the one percent for a fee
They let us subsist scraping by just barely

One percent you’ve used of us all for too long
One percent takes from the 99 percent strong
Every bully has it’s day and it won’t be long
Until 99 percent stands up 99 percent strong

11.1.11

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

99% Is Not a Mob (Let Them Eat Take-out)



99% Is Not a Mob
(Let Them Eat Take-out)
by flot 

Didn’t the antics
Of the jittery mob
Insulate the rest of them
From shaking awake all night
Without taking the reverse curse
Contemplating the future
With distinctions for
The elements of stagnant pools of static residue
Overflowing the desired apex overthrowing

Pointing at the generation of youth
As the fulcrum to agitate the state
Into at least acting like they care
Or are not scared

9.17.11

Monday, October 3, 2011

The Quartz Porch


The Quartz Porch
by flot

Was it a rock or a crystal
A shell or a pearl?

Convincing the shell it must open and
Call a taxi to the concert hall
Just in case
Well in case the atmosphere is
Approaching a sand drawn line through the forest
Demarcating the seclusion and
Underlining the important parts
Makes it hard to read and

Who pays isn’t important circumstantially
Functioning on the radio camera
Facilitating demonstrations of the downfall
Of Rome, NY or
Brooklyn traffic cam criminals
Blocking bridges in digital video
Of the actual white shirt events
Being archived for this post–posterity nation
In the faux modern backward world

Seclusion is a great choice
In the millennial madness
That (still) surrounds the world’s axis


Spinning off the rocker and
All the water will pour
All over the rest of it
If we tilt


10.3.11

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Two Times



Two Times
by flot

Two times I remember
Distinctly like a dream
Followed by that blissful state
Common not at all to followers of fashionable rhetoric

Whatever way the wind blows
When the windkeepers release breezes
The sun gods have their ups and downs
Trying to get across
Trying to get over

Riding in their chariots of flames
Lighting up the sky
 
On open  -   daytime  -   status

A mission unfulfilled
Or a compass with no north

Reaching a point of boiling specific

Just like every other time
Just like every other time
Trying not to sleep
Right through the temptation to marginalize
All the things we were just beginning to understand

The lessons were within focus
The teachers did their thing
Passing it on
Because they realize
There can be some ways which accomplish more than others
Some techniques work faster, more effectively
To reduce the ratio of swings and misses

The other time there was no breeze to break the hot stale air
There was no hot stale air
Only a cold wind
Fiercely re-locating frozen ice particles directly into my face
As I'm feeling no pain
Which is not to say I was under any sedation
But in my mind
As opposed to out of it
Or any other sense

As an indication of the directness
Of being the vessel which delivers the message
As a concentrated sound emerges on demand
All pistons firing
All synapses synapsing
Passing out commands

”breathe in deep”

"move the tongue"

"use appropriate timing"

"use a sense of propriety concerning
the place or time and people present"

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Both times had heirs reminiscent
Wondering questioningly
Asking question after question
In one form or another
Sarcastic or naive
Bent to understand
One way or no way at all
As long as we reach some form of redemption
Compliant or voluntarily placed,  like a landmine
Offered to be put together to explode
That is
Something that is in many pieces
Brought together to form one myriad entity
Feeding symbiotically
Replacing parts while building new parts
Expanding and getting bigger
Only to explode or implode every day
Has it's dog in the hot afternoon sun
Melting into the night
Through dusk's foreclosure
Which wraps up the daylight
All caught up in a gill net
Put away for the night

***No escaping***




Saturday, September 10, 2011

Split Like The Red Sea



Split Like The Red Sea
by                            flot 

I ran with poetry American outlaws
Outside the outlaw tribe
Inside the pack of domesticated cats
Inside the block walking the top of the fence
To the south silently approaching
The evolution of a circle’s completion point
Sincerely piled like newspaper starts a pyre
Entirely random
Clean
Straight like white or square or
Sequencing demonstrations of the elephant curiosity
Artfully selecting a parabolic wave
Goodbye and hello
Goodbye and hello
Down the middle of the middle center

Split like the Red Sea
Outta here gone and

Just like the old ways of
Digesting a daze
Of calliope ponies connected to
The circling music cloud floating in
The atmosphere
Of a dizzying carnival of the senses
Stretching to the rubber band’s limit

The glass break s and
Mercury shoots itself
Through the bullet hole opening
Spreading it’s subsequent spurt
Seamlessly into the sea
Of gathered poets
Succinctly soused inside the roadhouse
Nowhere near a library or books piled
Higher than the gloved attendants
Who often culminate in a contradiction of germs
That you just missed hitting straight on
But hey when the floor rises under you
Be prepared to meet the ceiling quickly
Get real flat
As fast as you possibly can
9.8.11

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

If Anything is Everything



If Anything is Everything
for Jocelyn 
by flot


If you are anything to me
You are everything to me
If anything exists
You are everything
If existence holds me close
You are existence
If music soothes my suffering soul
If words float effortlessly
If chocolate is sweet
If I have a treat
You are my music and words
You are my chocolate treat
If walking the woods after sleeping late
After my most wonderful waking
Is my life

You are my life
My life is greater than infinite
My love for you is more than ultimate

If you are anything to me
You are everything to me
If anything exists
You are everything
If existence holds me close
You are existence

You are my life
My life is greater than infinite
My love for you is more than ultimate
If anything is everything
If anything even is at all…….

Friday, July 8, 2011

The Loose Structure of tHe tIGhT cHAoS



Let the loose structure shake you in skeletal form or tangential construct meant to distract no matter as long as someone reacts to the choices presented and the paths that appear the doors that open the engines that turn the fork in the road of your place setting at the table of life’s dinner call because the bell just rang it’s call to attention and the construct needs support to be built outside rules and obstructions to gather the energy of destruction releasing it back in fallible functions at pre-fabricated junctions we never thought would interact we never thought there would be any lefts when no one’s wrong there are no rights no matter what you know

This tight chaos is loosely structured and built to self-destruct as a continuum function self-repeating

The loose structure of the tight chaos
The loose structure of the tight chaos
The loose structure of the tight chaos
……………………………..


samflot

7.8.11

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Above Nevada, I Guess



Above Nevada, I Guess
by sam flot

Gaining velocity
In the untrained philosophies
Under contemplation or
Resurrected beliefs and deities
Will find benefit where they are
Without linking superstition to destiny or
Remuneration to ecstasy
and
The kinetic kids approach the process
With inherent but pathetic dignity and
Scheduled turns for changing lanes and games
Into gains and lame prophets
Who predict the past
As if looking behind or above a corner
Closed to wrong angles and
Clanging around a jangling sound
Generating a changelings authenticity
Which supplies no authority
To regulate the indications of sincerity or
The quality of the veracity
With which we travel around town
Circulating among concentric squares and
Blind spots approaching with trepidation
Regarding the surrounding sensations
As replacements regard their former selves’
Internally combusting and
Regenerating like waves
In the yellow, yellow sky


6.14.11
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