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inroad /
01:18
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pulling strings
04:57
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i tried to pull your strings
but my clumsy fingers lingered
too long on the trigger
before this gets any bigger
i let go
i tried to push your buttons
but my better judgement cut in
said don't dwell on that line
so while you can still be fine
i just let go
this year i made a new years resolution
to send out all my tentacles and reel in little fishes
i thought courage was a solution
but go fish was never quite my game to play
i dont match up to anything
my mind was enough
so while i pull another string
and say i play rough
i don't know how to play my cards
when i just can't bluff
but i'll still lie about anything
i'm tough
i tried to read your face
but my eyes couldn't even trace
all of your expressions
just left with more questions
i let go
i tried to play my hand
but it never ends up as i planned
i never seem to win
before you can do me in
i just let go
this year i made a new years resolution
to send out all my tentacles and reel in little fishes
i thought courage was a solution
but go fish was never quite my game to play
i don’t match up to anything
my mind was enough
and while i pull another string
and say i play rough
i don't know how to play my cards
when i just can't bluff
but i'll still lie about anything
i'm tough
this year i made a new years resolution
to send out all my tentacles and reel in little fishes
i thought courage was a solution
but instead i just let go
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3. |
truncate
04:22
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the trunk ate my arms, and legs
so many of them, second skin, like
i was a lizard in the desert heat
i shed my form beneath my feet.
and with a thunk, hate; my arms, my legs
so much of them, too heavy, like
pulled down by my own deleterious weight,
my own mislabeled feet unlaced.
unburdened by the unbearable,
my skin no longer wearable,
so died a cry, so long a sigh,
so longing will forget me.
limbless and listless,
lost more and missed less,
one wing less, a crispness
quick hands and thick sand,
bottle in my hand,
i don't understand
The sand ate my heart, a start
to counteract the cataracts, like
one shirt-sleeve left to linger on the sand
a boat that sunk above the land,
The trunk ate my watch, and time
that once was fine sand, misaligned, like
the sand was a sea of glass turned back again
to when you were my only friend.
unburdened by the unbearable,
my skin no longer wearable,
so died a cry, so long a sigh,
so longing will forget me.
limbless and listless,
lost more and missed less,
one wing less, a crispness
quick hands and thick sand,
bottle in my hand,
i don't understand
why i can't just go back to you
lighting struck before it knew,
that hue would cry, and cry would dew
the things i couldnt, couldn't do.
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4. |
wet earth
03:07
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today i learned to build a fire
with wet earth & magnesium
and this evening, as i lay curled
he will not love me
the work of my hands this day unfolding
again and again behind my drifting thoughts
crack of dried twigs beneath my finger
careful, careful, leaning
flight of ember, shock of flame
i will try again and again
but still he will not love me
i was and am
thinking of his sweet face
and the path the first tear
drew along it
the brush of his beard and the rise
of his skin beneath damp cotton
these things smoulder
maybe they’re too fresh to burn
but what if i could unfold this the way
my mind’s hands keep snapping twigs
as i gather up the ends of my day
a motion and consequence, a crackle
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5. |
physiognomy of feeling
03:55
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for you, monet
i take shape like a lily
pea-green boat capsized
at the brink of a lavender island
hue by hue
word by word
like clear water lapping up an edgeless shore
for me, tattoo
i take pains like a lily
white wave crest cut straight through
by the splinters of a wooden hull
ring by ring
current by current
like salt water sloshing up against the grain
but for monet, subtleties
i take paint like a bruise
mottled pink, purple, pink
punch by punch
blue by blue
so many lies to make me lie down next to you!
for tattoos, ink
i take bruises like an artist
pea-green boat capsized
into a reed-edged pond of iris blue
stamp over stamp
hand over hand
i pull you out of the depths onto land
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6. |
loch ness monster
04:32
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coffee dregs
at the bottom of the sink
i can't drink them
i can't think
when your hands
got too cold
i can't pick up the
things you said you'd hold
wrote a letter that
sunk and drowned
all the ink drifted off
cause you're never around
what did you do when i wasn't there
was her hair very soft, was her skin very fair?
loch ness monster
hiding in the lake
i can't fake it
it won't take
when you swam, you
got too cold
your skin too wrinkled
to unfold
threw some breadcrumbs that
got too wet
all the ducks ate them cold
there was nothing left
what did i dream when you weren't there
did it show in my skin, in the smell of my hair?
Did you hold me down
did i hold my breath
were my downcast eyes
looking up at death
was the water cold
like the summer air
did i dream
did i lie
did i stare?
Bathing suit
at the bottom of the sink
i can't wash it
i can't think
when the water
gets too cold
my throat grows raw,
my excuses old
wrung my hands over the
washing line
and the wind brushed it off
said i'll still be fine
between the linens i am never there
just the wind on my skin, and the smell in my hair
Did you hold me down
did i hold my breath
were my downcast eyes
looking up at death
was the water cold
like the summer air
did i dream
did i lie
did i stare?
did i dream
did i lie
was i even there?
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7. |
unshelling
05:05
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worms grow deep in my belly
and i unearth the hurt from your damp dirt
another digging down, another welling
up of something dark from my unshelling
an insect caught up in your claw
and i retrace the face i won't erase
a rule to break that makes the law,
a light much brighter than what i saw
what evidence of my retraction
could make the world unsee my first reaction
to the sun screaming out there in the dark
a spark
an abnegation
i found a door into the floor
a conversation
i won't remember anymore
you print rrprosthetics in your mind
and i unsmear the tears, so cavalier
an allergy of a different kind,
a full length feature you can't rewind
a spiderweb caught on your lashes
and i undrink the ink from my bathroom sink
another cry was sunk beneath your splashes
something drains and something crashes
what evidence of my infraction
could make the world unsee my first reaction
to the sun screaming out there in the dark
a spark
an abnegation
i found a door into the floor
a conversation
i won't remember anymore
flowers wilt from the smelling
and i unearth the dirt from your damp hurt
another digging in, another swelling
up of something that will need untelling.
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8. |
/ outrun
01:56
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