1. |
The Donner Turnpike
01:35
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Shithole town squats in the dusk.
All of the daughters are down by the creek,
fingers sticking out like tusks.
In the bloody predawn musk
all the trees portend disease.
Shithole town squats in the dusk
shying from the husks
who by the water creep,
fingers sticking out like tusks.
With gesture brusque,
they strain to speak.
Shithole town squats in the dusk.
The lens adjusts
and fruitlessly seeks
fingers sticking out like tusks.
No one wants to discuss
the source of the reek.
Shithole town squats in the dusk,
fingers pointing out like tusks.
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2. |
The Noise
03:45
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I am at night scrawling
a curse
on a bed I do not own
on paper
stranger
still
remembering
dissolving
meaning unjoined
to a stammer of eyes
grass-stained jeans
and a breeze in the trees
drops teeth in your hair
and still
stranger
remember
it for a moment stopping
by my shoulder stammering
for a moment
long enough to hear from the street
a passion of cars
the sigh of sirens
the sentencing of souls
numb nightly consummation
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3. |
Seraph Cicada
03:07
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want versus change
eyes like windows like mouths gaping
on infant skies suckling sills
April dew-rimmed
a germ
to observe. consume. resume
you, glass-ringed
all grace incubatory
affectionate pressure of eye and mouth
germinating beauty
a worm
mutates. consumes. resumes
awaiting you in the grass
the sills frost-chapped
pull back:
exposed rows of photographs
to that breathless grief
that creep that
consumes
screenshots of your skeleton the heaving host rattles
a touch
my smudge on unspooling vein still-frames
a potent collage of you. poisoned collage of you
your wings never grow in
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4. |
The Model
01:23
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existential binary
revelation and innocence
the accuser: she who foists understanding upon
the accused: he for whom knowledge
is a wrinkled brow
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5. |
Jung Again
03:22
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to the sewer-stinking sole
that Neon City signature
handwritten spring, printed summer
they can't what I did, they won't ever what I know
there are always wallets to meet and high heels to affront
before April makes the rounds again
Someone mention rain
Someone bring that rain
Someone make it right
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