What I Spent

What I Spent

By Sam Flot

I spent a lifetime of incendiary combinating

With internal variations of different

I spent many minutes in minute minarets

Turning around circular stairways

Ascending and descending

I spent flowers on dozens of ifs

Always wondering……when?

I spent an entire daze

Wandering and looking for a window or an exit

I spent the second minuet triple-timing the fourth dimension

I spent a lifetime on the foundation

Building a building in the Mesozoic area

I spent many minutes

Unable to move or remove waterfalls of frustrations

I spent all my blank excuses

On my last J-O-B, Job!

I spent everything I had

To get what I have now

Don’t you worry about

What I spent

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fLOT

HOME

Home

By Sam Flot

I’m spread thin and wide

Five finger hands on the outside

Skin ‘til midnight and eyes that open

Patterned from not knowing

Any other way

A collaboration of concomitant factors

Squarely consolidated inside me

I’m constantly zooming in on details

Reviewing causal input

Headphones broken down

Listening to environmental surrounding sounds

I’m taking in ever changing illusionary metronome

Talking and walking walls

Selecting from pieces of algo-rhythm printed out

On dot matrix paper tapering off the

Page selected to be the ink’s recipient

Home is the place you left

Home is the place to which you will return

6.24.ten

Objet Trouve

Objet Trouve

By Sam Flot 6.12.ten

Finding found objects

Subject to recognizance

Of self determination of merit

Favored for look or feel

Sentiment or strength

Salvation is revolutionary

Coming around again and again

On circuit off circuit

Light, dark, light, dark

You cannot make yourself clean

If you didn’t get dirty

Calm becomes calming

Engine rumbles past

Dogs bark, leaf blowers blow

None of it matters

Calm becomes calming

Becoming calming becoming calming

Like morning sun

Coming over eastern mountains

On the west coast

This farm is quietude and solitude

It is growing serenity and clarity of purpose

And

It is fruitful

It is growing the fruit of artistic intent

It is growing seeds found the world round

Gathered on every step, journey, trek and hike

Objects found and appreciated

A lifetime made through practice

Of objet trouve or found art

and

The Art of Farming

Is often considered a lost art

But I think it’s a found art

fer Johnny and Elizabeth

and Rio Gozo Farm

6.12.ten

Provenance

The Ocean claims provenance of potential to be a never ending vision linking lands and providing a platform to float until the madness recedes into the past and each day renews itself as dawn turns night over to the new day

fLOT

2.23.ten SFN

Gazelles Show Sat 5.15.ten 3pm

http://www.sfpix.com/fair/

Objectives In Motion

by Sam Flot (twentyten)

Testing this destiny

Manifesting my own testimony

Sending away fears and phonies

Clearing all obstacles

Insisting on natural beauty

Collecting my transient thoughts

In sentient bunches of track-bound travel

Selective perceptive and direct

Im not resting until everything’s done

I will not sit, I will not stand still

I am in motion, informing my intentions

Of my will’s determination

Objectives in motion

Require action

To stay in motion

Objectives in motion

Require action

To stay in motion

Nice To Meet Me

Nice To Meet Me

by Sam Flot

Hey, remember the time

The river jumped lanes

Wrong way going

Like bright light at night

Offering sudden sight or

When everything goes

Off into the ether or

On out of the middle

Matters not to me

Constantly following the driven talents

Anywhere the universe is given balance

And

If I am my universe

I am my own god

And

Since my universe is part of me

My universe is everything I see

If indeed a god defined there must even be

If I look in a mirror I see me

I see this illusion earth moon stars and sun

As much as I am ready to know

Is already inside me and bursting to the surface

From the middle of the meltwater lakes inside my head

As everything happens all at once

Everything happens all the time

Nothing ever starts or stops

Nothing ever starts or stops

Which way the river flows

Doesn’t matter as much as

The fact that the universe is infinite and

You will come to find

The boundaries you follow

Are the one’s your brain retains

No more

No less

No more

No Less

Happening all the time

Never starting never stopping

It sure was nice to meet you and

I hope it was nice to meet me…

12.21.oh9

fLOT

SUNNY FOG NEST