1. |
home (in a jar)
03:12
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those orange lights,
no...they won't rat you out.
you can tell them all about
whats in between the pavement
and your shoes.
skies dipped in die
hold...questions old and new.
the answers to them too.
but what with them will we do?
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2. |
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the angel lies:
you can lead a
horse to water
but you can't make it
drown.
and
they're talking about
you again.
there are two jars, three fates, and four seasons.
seasoned now because of
all nine lives.
we sleep like spoons.
its all
free doom.
freedom to choose
how you give away
your love.
your autonomy, your right to be
a being. being
forced into conformity.
its such a pity, shame.
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thought I saw you in orange lights
dancing, spectral
vagrant.
forgotten dogs
scrounge through the night.
gloves cut at the knuckles,
hand out-stretched.
where are you now?
John, the glow thats in your eyes
expelled
with aimless anger.
I swear I'll do you right.
I'm not one of them
I'm not one of.
who did this to you?
where are they now?
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3. |
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look and listen
to
lighting and thunder
with
childlike wonder.
two sweet goodnights.
and
windows closed
so the
wind doesn't blow
the dewdrops
into my bed
or my friend's.
and
Elijah tells a scary story,
under covers,
with flashlight under chin.
shadows
cast like lightning
on
his
moon shaped face.
he is my friend
and I'll love him to the end.
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4. |
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red ruby wrists
slacked
in shackles.
floating above a cold
lifeless metal.
devoid of your
sweet
summertime smiles.
like heat
so hot
you'd melt like a dreamsicle
suckled on like
the teet of God.
good lord,
how the shore is
beyond my grasp.
I had no love
or lover or
loved one
but if I did they
would be
elsewhere.
and their hands would
wrap themselves around
themselves.
and sink
into themselves
and
each other.
for the sake
of wrapping
tight
like amethyst
in the midst of
two pyramids.
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the forests became
smiling fields
your fingers
like
dancing
trees
rolling their own cigarettes
like
some expatiated
all-knowing
goodness.
flickering
moments
baptized in golden caramel
undulating
waxy lips
hardened by the
glucose of
forgiveness
the sacred parchment
of flesh: mysteries
written
in skin
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5. |
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she was born
for the city
like a
ketamine
well.
ketones mean
well.
liver
means to an
end,
well.
the stars
wear masks
like
chem trails.
chem trails
can't trace
control.
(but i) can't trail
off.
she was born
for the city
like a
ketamine
well.
ketones mean
well.
liver
means to an
end,
well her
lover
lives. her
lover
lives.
livers love her.
lover
lives. lovers
live. her
liver
loves. lovers
live. her
liver
loves.
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when the clouds
hit
the hay the
horses
go out dancing.
my friends are
far from me
now.
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6. |
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7. |
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here is
where
here is.
and
then is
when
we were
that.
the forest became smiling
fields when
we reeled thru
sarasota.
extrusive joy:
I can see
you here
so clearly
now...
what the hell am I doing here?
in the clear in
sarasota.
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nine miles to the
gallon:
I'm looking
gallant
in my new blue shoes.
I'm blushing
next to
you.
next to
you,
I'm blushing. nick is,
nick is
too,
nick is
too.
time flies when
your heart
aches.
I'm looking
awful
in my new blue shoes.
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8. |
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children vomiting
alphabet soup.
when you
exit
you leave
it
behind. the
it
that is
it now
is the
ex
of the
it
that was
it then.
ex
marks the spot that
was that
was.
kitty corner to
ingression:
water flowing with
agression,
thought emerging into
flesh.
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there isn't
nothing
that I wanted to
say;
a faux pa's
descent
into the
past.
I want to buy
the world a
coke
I want to bypass
cut-throat
contest. (context!)
context? gimme
context. gimme
content. gimme
content.
hey, having
fun.
yeah, we're having fun
here.
hey, having
fun.
yeah, we're having fun
here.
the soup is
cold.
the soup is
cold.
the soup:
the cameras surveil
but
we don't
care. we don't
care.
I'm smelling the
Rorschach of
dog shit on the
sole of
your shoe. on the
sole of
your shoe, shoes!
shooing the mice
away.
choosing to show to
the rats that
their place lies in
pareidolic
illusion:
c-c-c-constant continental
confusion = contusion
on the consciousness of
(humanity).
hey, having
fun.
yeah, we're having fun
here.
hey, having
fun.
yeah, we're having fun
here.
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9. |
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clap
on
clap
off
two
girls
one
cup
how
long
does
it
take?
head
lines
head
ache
its
a
systemic
sickness
I'll
lick
my
plate
clean.
list-
less
re-
gress
I'm
addicted
to
dieting
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hang on
there's
no knots in
your hair.
now ain't
(nothing/something)
reflected
over here.
now hang on there.
no! no!
no.
we're always going!
no.
can't keep going?
no.
I won't keep going.
no.
now hang on...
theres no one walking
here.
I make something:
I'm walking over here.
now make some:
(noise)
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10. |
mcdonald's cup (bonus)
01:42
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I'm so
excited, so
excited,
at the
sight of
you. cited
all my work;
working
on the railroad
all the livelong,
livelong. I'll
live long. I'll
live. I'll
live. I'll
live
another day.
just living in
the way
you walk.
the way,
the way you
wait.
wait.
wait. walk
away waiting
for a
wave. wade
into waters
troubled
and still.
there's waiting in
the way
you talk; the if's
and but's and
whats stuffed between
half-heart
thoughts? thawing
in the heat of
a syllabic summer
affair.
calendula,
calendar,
coloring book. I'm
colder in the city.
calling on
the chemicals
for courage:
corrigible character.
careless car
full of clueless
kids.
I remember
the taste
of the
mcdonald's cup.
the
mcdonald's cup,
I remember
that taste.
I remember that,
the taste
of the
mcdonald's cup.
the
mcdonald's cup
taste that
I remember.
remember that
mcdonald's?
the cup,
I remember
the taste.
the taste
of the
mcdonald's cup,
that
I remember.
remember the
mcdonalds?
the cup, I
tasted the cup,
I taste it.
I remember.
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