1. |
In Fog
02:52
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In fog I awake.
Wet, I am emerging from the
deep, dark, blue, black water. Slowly
I rise
as behind a whale is sinking.
Did I filter through briny baleen?
Did the whale allow this
escaping?
Slowly, purposefully I wade the blue, black water.
The future withdrew from my thinking
In fog. I awake.
Cold, I hear crunching gravel underfoot.
My foot. My feet.
Slowly walking a long, narrow, white, gray gravel path
a spine under an arch of
boughs
heavy with leaf and dew.
Slowly, purposefully walking.
The past will withdraw from my thinking.
A sylvan path
Ending in glade
Standing in shadow
Leviathan looms
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2. |
Cave In
03:13
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On Waveland and Ashland / We Live / First Floor
The Second Apartment / of mine / that street
Centipedes made caves / inside / our home
Dry cleaning was left / at the store
Blue Bowl an open air tomb
For insects who couldn’t climb the smooth glass
Cookie Cake was great when we stayed up late
at the green stained table with the rocky leg
Head out west to green tartan couch
Monopoly money strewn across the carpet floor
when the little fists would fly I’d try to cover my eyes
And hoped I wouldn’t hurt you any more
I was in LA for work and stayed a few extra days
I wanted to see your new place and explore the town
Sitting at Crawfords with hot chicken and mac and cheese
A tall boy sweating in the desert heat
Feeling full, but eating more
laughter slides across the greasy floor
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3. |
(Before) Rain
04:59
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Climbing creation / Wine as our pay
Clearly alone / in thundering decay
in passing it felt alright
Energy
Decline
Bleeding horizon / orange goodbye
Tangled in lost smog / blundering sigh
in passing it felt alright
Energy
Decline
In the Sea of Serenity
a frigid slap
Divers’ response
cold and bracing
In a vacuum I have three seasons
Overgrown I went elsewhere
I preferred it
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4. |
Onshore
03:16
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Facing west, waiting for a sunrise
Proactively passive
Wait and see
Don’t fall asleep yet
Water everywhere and not a drop to drink
Below the bike path, before the concrete
Tantalus grins: “first time?”
I nod, disturbing the albatross
starring blankly at me
Green flash lasts for no longer than 2 seconds
Do not blink
Don’t want to miss it
Sodium Vapors drown a million transmissions
18 wheels carry the sum of their vibrations
the last unfurled warning this time of night
Reverse the canal. Pollute a different body
I am a liquid
I hold the form of my container
Pour me so I may seep down
and chase the receding water table
Leave sentiments in the sediments
Yesterday’s rain, a partial payment
Forget how to repent
Old gods crave adoration
Sleep on it
Wait and see
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5. |
Alpenglow
03:20
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There is not an exit
So I do not leave
and risk sliding down the shoulder
a glacial tale old ice scatters
Purple dusk in the switchback frame
Golden light escapes a windowpane
Hunching over a steep incline
In thin air I gasp “slow down”
The hissing winds
A kettle without steam
in the evening ash
embers still glow
I look past
Lighthouse misremembered
Release the beholder
My lungs smolder
The midnight shadows
taunt “Stay by the flame”
Trees multiply while
they mumble my name
I stay tame
Airy hands encourage momentum
up the trail where echoes release
Did you think there was someone waiting
for you way up here?
It is beginning to get dark
So I go slow
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6. |
January Façade
05:23
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Fire the flare
Who will watch red light
and find me waiting. Stranded.
The air smells like birthday cake
at the gate facing two directions
Fire the flare
What could catch red light
and find me helpless, waiting?
Touching Down / Uncontrolled
One face forward / One face back
Split the 12 and the 1
Red second hand won’t be undone
Stradling the threshold
What is not named does not exist
Holding still / Soaking in
Standing in the threshold
One face forward / One face back
My list of heroes has atrophied
I’m down to only three
and two of them
are staring back at me
At the limits of earth
At the extremity of heaven
Air like time / Time through air
flows at the grace of gravity
I am losing my nerve
Lost and Found
is a long way down
Both my faces look both ways
Struggling with my rufter
a redtail smirks
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7. |
Glue
03:36
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He comes to me
Whenever I am locked inside my room
Buried in the tune that I call love
He sings to me, the words I cannot hear
But then, the melody's so clear it makes me cry
His love is so beautiful
His love is so real, it smells like glue
He's leaving me
to find a place he never will call home
I stand shaking like a stone
and smile inside
He's calling me
to come to him and curl inside his womb
I hear lies, acid too
But I won't die, the pain is so beautiful
The urge is so real it smells like glue
And I will scream, he hears me
I will tell myself he loves me
And all the lies and fears
will stick to me like glue
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8. |
Ça M’est Égal
02:34
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I got a closet full of clothes
that I never wear
My pictures look the same
Even when I'm not there
I would turn them around
but they continue to stare
I would throw them all away
if my Mom didn't care
I wake up put on jeans and a clean t-shirt
By the end of the day they'll be covered in dirt
Yes it's unpleasant, but that doesn't mean it should hurt
They say that you attract, but that's not what I heard
It doesn't matter at all
Ça M’est Égal
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9. |
I Thirst
02:45
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Stare through the smartphone screen
The window to the soul
Well that street runs both ways baby
Don’t want to go down it no more
Add to cart tattooed on my heart
Looking in the mirror, now that’s the hard part
I'm thirsty
But not like that
Well I guess like that
Breath in my mouth vax daddy
Don’t need no mask
Take me to brunch neolib daddy
Deregulate my ass
(Don't even have to ask)
Welcome to the new pit
Different depth, but same old shit
Sleep well you black eyed swine
Since you ain't going nowhere
Tweak my algorithm to get a taste of jism
Share you biorhythm to sync the cataclysm
I'm thirsty
But not like that
Well I guess like that
I want to talk to brand new people
I want to hear new things from new people
I’ve heard everything anybody here ever said or ever will say
Its got to be somebody new
But not like that
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10. |
(Spring) Rain
02:46
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There’s a pair of mourning doves
Clumsy. Uncouth
They beat their wings together
and they roost on my roof
When a cloud starts to ease
I pull drawstrings
I keep looking down
When the rain hits the leaves
they look like plucked strings
I cant hear the sound
Soft, drawn-out calls
From two mourning doves
as they turn around
they carry on
I put a plastic house
Outside my window
Outside my soul
When the rain hits the eaves
They look like plucked strings
But I can’t hear the sound
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