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Such a Sweetness
02:55
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no one still needs to hear
what i went through
another time
so ill tell you another form
a kind of hope
that kept me true
when i was trapped underground
i held this love
to keep me alive
in the darkness of my life
i lit a fire
and spun a dream
i thought that if i made it out
i’d see you again
i held onto that
i dreamt of the day when you
came up to me
and handed me
a bundle of warm fresh flowers
in your hand
and then in mine
i looked from the flowers to you
and back again
you smiled at me
you thought they would bring the light
and you were right
and i smiled back
i walked home from work with them
in my hand
and in my heart
i never forgot
i held it close
i reminded you of this day
as we wept
before you left
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merilee waits out there
a kindness in moonlight
nails tangled in her hair
hiding behind her teeth
under the haze-light
ancient obsessions
merilee and memory
counting up bad days
don’t try to solve her
there’s nothing to solve
she is who she says she is
so listen to her
hanging her head out the window
tongue out like a dog
will you stop and let her take a piss
don’t try to solve her
there’s nothing to solve
she is who she says she is
so listen to her
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3. |
Deer Hide Mine
03:33
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settle, settle in this hide
a million, million miles
windows down, sun beats high
the will to compartmentalize
merilee
thin as me
doll sized
porcelain eyes
here was a paper trail that proved she was the life he had without me.
while I was somewhere else.
But it was the line between them, and not either end
that was my jealousy.
merilee
thin as me
doll sized
the way i ran across the world
to leave faceless bodies in the past
merilee
thin as me
a half-hearted death
That’s my sister. a creature of fire
(the way i ran across the world,
to leave the bodies in the past)
she had deduced that life was war
(she had followed, followed men
across the country same as me)
a great divorce, a clear high road
(thin as me with porcelain
skin that made my sun-thick deer hide blush)
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4. |
Kil the Moon
04:31
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i know you don’t think
there’s anything after the end
and i’ve been pacing in the ether
watching you cry out, but
nothing will happen
nothing will change
nothing can matter
nothing has form
nothing has color
nothing is gold, and
no one is breathing, and
no one has tears, but
you have felt the light go off
but you can’t hear me scream
i want you to join this nothing
i want you to fall
i know you sit up at night
and say you’re missing me,
but it’s not quite as put together
up here as you’d like
i don’t believe in charging you
with new crimes of the heart, yet
something is burning
something’s unfair
something is building
someone don’t care
about you
and it’s me
you’re nothing
you’re nothing to me
i
i don’t care
you aren’t touching me
and i can
and i can never die
no
it’s not fair
i know
i, i, i wish you were dead
i, i, i live off your bones
i, i, i miss when you slept all day
but, i, know…
everything’s rotten
everything’s pure
everything’s sodden
everything’s fallen, but
you have felt the light go off
but you can’t hear me scream
i want you to join this nothing
i want you to fall
i’ve been pounding at your door
it’s time to beat it down
you know it ends up this way
you will not get out
alive
i don’t believe in lighting candles
for you now, because
nothing is okay
nothing is alright
nothing is decent
nothing is fair
no one is coming
nothing to save you
no one will help you
get used to it
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5. |
Vague Days
02:31
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got laid off
two weeks after the papers said
it would come
and i watched the white men laugh
through their teeth
pressed taut up against the gums
and the blood
white knuckled at the jokes they told
and yeah,
the carnival atmosphere betrayed in the eyes
and he said
as i made him take a paper cup
this is your
generations greatest hoax
after all
9/11 was another joke
and i thought
about the other customer
who told me
that his father died in one of the planes
as i showed
him a pic i took of a church that claimed
to behold
a sacred i-beam from i think Tower One
but yeah sure
claim to me that none of this is real
and yeah,
the carnival atmosphere betrayed in the eyes
the scent of lilacs
the buzz of bees
when they see me
people crossing to
the other street
man there’s nothing to do
and there’s nothing to eat
put on a mask
go find something to see
walk to the river
too many people
walk back home
and go back to sleep
all i’ve got
vague days
all we’ve got
vague days
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Where do you go,
02:54
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snow day
a pyramid of ice out the window square
old tunes on the kitchen table
everything happened in the 2010s
holding on to sorrow like i drew it up
remembering worry ‘fore i knew what it was
forbidden to speak to you
its a rule that i cling to
bad day
when your ghost makes me throw up
cold sweat
i know you’re still alive, out there, breathing
holding on to sorrow like i drew it up
remembering worry ‘fore i knew what it was
when i say “you were my best friend”
well, where’s the lie
i know
its out of my hands like youre out of my life,
i’m here
peering through the chain links
good love
a thing to watch other people have
blank stare
wrestling with the gall to live
twistin’ twin trusts like its going out of style
your name
closing my eyes
pretending that you’re here
this day
putting word to paper
like its gonna change a thing
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7. |
when the body is gone?
03:00
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reach out, and feel this ghost
stretching in the warming sun
reach out, and weave the trees
these fingertips in sunlit fire
swallowing this orange dress
the mottled clumping of this hair
crackling out into a thin wisp
oh
as i spin as if upon god’s spit
turning crackling splitting skin and fat
this was life but now it’s not a body
i watch as what i was turns into smoke
i am made of thick smoke now
the sound! is pounding now
getting overwhelming
sorrow! it’s burning now
getting hard to hear
i hate! the sound, a laugh
i swear it’s not a comfort
it’s all! that i can hear
since my eyes have long since popped
so what if prayer if it can’t stop
and what is love but shielding
my sloughing off ears from the sound
of laughter
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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8. |
Pincushion
03:07
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i’ve kept you running
my fingers holding your eyes wide
your walls are standing slick
if you could reach them
and the sound stays hidden
pounding in my chest da da da da da
strike though the hunger
swallow your hundred pills
i want the dread to creep
i want you to keep this pain
i want this memory in the mind
pins hit the ground da da da da da
crushed up and burning
it’s not a life anymore
the mangled body you once knew
let’s see this anguish
slick to your cheek da da da da da
drink up my suffering
let my fear drip off your lips
feel the coolness of my despair
sliding down your throat as i disappear
i want this ugliness
to be remembered
this burning body that i was
it’s not a life now da da da da da
crushed up and burning
it’s not a life anymore
the mangled body you once knew
crushed up and mangled
the burning body i once was
seared to your memory da da da da
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9. |
High DeNoon
05:07
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Sit down, Chris – sit down!
It happened every dinner party
He’d stand and opine, red-faced and fervent
Conducting like Bernstein with a fork
A symphony of minuscule factoids
even proofing once my pronunciation
of the word décolletage
once we sat down in his car
he tried to stammer out a secret
and when he drew it out
it was just a light breeze
And when that eureka mome came
Up he’d rise up from that chair
Some utensil a sword in the air
like don quixote or galahad
A knight in flannel armor
Racking that card catalogue of a brain
He had it all scribbled down somewhere
Oh, that librarian
swirling on sinsemilla
Happy as a redheaded boy
Finding his lost toy under the sofa
Then racing outside
Shouting, “I found it, I found it!”
The Santa Ana winds rattling
The palm trees overhead
At magic hour
Just like the movies
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