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Her face is flattened on the wall (there’s a)
Grace in the foreign curve of her spine
Dust suspended in the clean light from the hall
As it carves the moment into time
I’m suspended in this same way
After rusty years of self surgery
Though I’m no photograph I’m fixed onto the page
Some how both here and memory
So how come everything you said to me comes true it seems
And toys with everything I’ve been?
And your memory ties you to me and repeatedly I’m
Impaled like the beauty on my screen
I saved that thing you drew in Sharpie
I saved that thing you made from hair
Though the latter smells the first one moves and still improves
I guess I wish I would have thought to care
Sitting with hand lotion and handkerchief and DVD
Feeling the years unfold and gaining hold on me
While on my monitor she’s tested
To see just how much she can take
And as the inches slide you’d think she’d die but he is bested
It’s a triumph not to break
With that sad bond we’re all connected
And it somehow brings you back to me
As we find the ties that bind are tighter than suspected
Tied up, turned on and sad and still not free
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No More
02:39
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Spilled into my day
Spilled all over my week
Damn near Ruined the year but I’m
Gradually finding my feet
It was all I could think
It was all I would say
Cried ‘til I got sick of myself and
Finally threw it away
Drank way too much
Did too much cocaine
Listened to every sad song and I
Dreamt about running away.
I know it’s my fault
You don’t have to keep score
When you were around I stayed underground and
I ain’t going back there no more
The taste is so sweet
But the gravity strong
But nothing that will kiss us or kill us
Will ever continue for long
Nothing that will hurt us or help us
Will ever do either for long
I know it went south
I know you kept score
When there was an “us” I hated myself so much
And you ain’t got that power no more
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Gemini
03:18
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Drew a card for you drew the star for you
Drew a hanged man for me
Had it tattooed on my arm
A totem to keep me from harm
Made a cup of tea for you tried to read the leaves for you
Lit a cigarette for me
I’m wishing that I could say we
But so far it’s still you
And me.
Gemini am I
Wind and sky am I
Fueling fire for you
Lost and scared am I
Blank stare am I
Sailing high and enjoying the view.
Tried to find a place for you so I could get a taste of you
Planted roses for me
But before I would cover the seeds
I’d drop in a small piece of me
Tried to make a nest for you, I wanted rest for you
Hung myself from a tree
My ankle supporting the weight
Praying the bough doesn’t break
I’m quiet and coiled like a snake
Gemini am I
Open sky am I
Blowing ashes on you
Too much beer am I
Always near am I
Spreading out and enveloping you……
I tested my will and I sat very still
But somehow you still noticed me
Cut my thumb and I left all the blood
In places I thought that you’d see
Learned to meditate for you
So I could separate from you
Instead separated from me
I was found upside down in a tree.
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Must have been March when Tracy drove in the river
I stood there useless as a borrowed cat
Must have been ten years until Tim followed under
Although I really didn’t mind about that
Then all the folk I heard about after high school
Who took a short cut with a gun or a pill
And all the nights looking around for my chances
Oncoming traffic or a tree or a hill
And then the dreams supposed to portend the ending:
A lion carrying a corpse in her teeth
Shaving my beard as birds rise up from my hair
Talking with crows or red or falling asleep
Wouldn’t it be nice?
Oh, wouldn’t it be nice?
So there’s this sickness that orbits around me
Dances from pelvis to the crown of my head
The suspicion that it’s just some suspension
Or liberation or it’s nothing instead
And on some days everything’s shivering and pale
And I’m carrying a corpse in my teeth
And memory just hasn’t been so benign
And looking forward’s gotten ragged and cheap
Oh, wouldn’t it be nice
Wouldn’t it be nice
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Extraordinary Machine
03:23
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Mathematics
03:09
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Every time I drive by your childhood home my heart goes septic and I lose my stomach.
I don't understand because I remember you well. We parted kindly. I don't miss you.
But not all the mathematics of our hearts are sound. The echoes scarcely resemble the initial recoil. Not all the things we plant can take in this ground. I left out all of the good things when I turned around.
All the time between April and August I empty my pockets and tear out the walls.
Always to be followed by something like hunger or blood in the bathtub as I turn on myself.
But not all the mathematics of our hearts are sound. The echoes scarcely resemble the initial recoil. Not all the things we plant can take in this ground. I missed out on all of the good things when I turned around. But not all the mathematics of our hearts are sound.
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