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blue
03:11
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We shared- a view of
treetops and power lines
casting shadows over such blue skies
You invert your palms and shrug
You tell me "I don't know, really"
But you smile and nod your head anyway
Because you're kind
and maybe
That's why
That's why
That's why
I like you
And I want nothing more,
I don't care for the answers to the questions I'm not
Willing to ask
Just know that I love you
And i'm doing my best
You strum the guitar quietly
I slam the strings frenetically
We pray to different gods and beings
But in tangents much the same
I drank- in you
pieces of quietness
and your solitude
casting shadows over such green eyes
Your smile gives me hope
You tell me that I'm doing well
but I already know
because you're kind
and maybe
That's why,
That's why,
That's why,
I like you
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2. |
how long?
03:21
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How long 'till you're gone,
And I am left with
Foggy memories
Of comics that you drew?
Who's gonna pay to keep you alive,
And how are they going to do it?
With a memorial?
To what- to who?
What's a website mean- to me?
What did you mean- to me?
When all the ghosts have gathered here,
They scratch on the walls with their ballpoint pens
"I'm doing fine"
Fine
Fine
Fine
I feel out of air
But the tank is still half full
And are we meant to wait
For the dawning of some new moon?
Circling the drain,
Tracing your tattoos,
Are my fingers on your skin?
Or was that even you?
Or was that even you?
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bones
02:40
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Tracks made up of bones
These hills embankments are our homes
Grooves we dug in the dirt
Tools still wet with the blood of the earth
Like vultures descending
On downed power lines
Let the rust take me back
Or away
Chain link rattling in the light of the new day
Husks discarded en masse
Pray away the stench of gasoline
Concrete split by grass
Silence fills this open wound
Like rats collecting in
Water filled tunnels
Let the rusted pieces
Pass into obscurity
Like flowers blooming on
Abandoned terraces
Let the forest take this place
Back
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4. |
arowana
02:45
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I was drowning,
in this tide too high
Drain this wicked ichor
from my body
Is this blood, or is this lye?
Flailing lifeless,
on the hard, hardwood floor
Water dripping from the tank and
The knife shoved,
through the door.
Single drum beat - and a bed is all
Moisture soaking - into the boards
Ruined staircase - and a sledgehammer
Knock the drywall down
I can taste it in the- in the air
It tastes like blood and water
TetraMin frozen mid-flight
And I'll never sleep quite right
Again
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5. |
new day's sun
02:44
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Light streams in,
Throwing cones and rods into disarray
You want nothing more
Than to say
All the words not spilling out
Lonely blue dot,
On a canvas covered in blacks and grays
Are we nothing more
Than just weight?
Pressing on a stretched out sheet
Back and forth,
Rocking back and forth to a beat
That you can't hear
But you feel it in your ribs
As we tumble on inexorably
On the porch,
Sitting on the porch in the heat
That you can feel
'Cus your skin is alight
As we bake in the new day's sun
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