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Sleeping Spine
03:43
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sleeping spine, can you still recall my name?
am I a morning moon in april?
am I a swell of bees or a locust plague,
sleeping spine?
sleeping spine, do you still feel my fall from grace?
and does a smile, a sunlit smile
still light upon your lucid face?
I see the water turning green
and all the nightjars swarm like flies
around a rotting apple’s seeds
I see you sprawled upon on the shore
see you hold your lamp aloft
as you walk softly through the cold,
to meet me there, somewhere so long ago
and when at last you ruptured
did I let go of you?
for in my memory you keep desperately calling out to reach me
but you never make it through
sleeping spine, so strange to think you’re still alive
and though I know just where you’ve gone to,
you are somewhere I will never find
sleeping spine
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the red lips called snowfinch
blow white on the cityscape glistening
a silkworm shade rises and fades
the sleek engineering
a sheath like a chrysalis whispering
your silver blade shines in the rain
she’s not afraid, she’s not unswayed
the red lips called snowfinch
the speed meter rises in counterpoint
there’s pain in warmth you never felt before
two soft arms around you
like twin singing slugs with their feelers joined
I won’t let you down, I won’t run aground
I’m perfect now, I’m perfect now
snowfinch, I sure am glad you’re mine
nothing can slow me down on a sweet summer night
young love just begs such full moonlight
there’s nothing for miles so I softly shut my eyes
the sharp sudden feeling
you’re not as reborn as you say you’ve been
tears up your throat - are you still alone?
the red lips called snowfinch
the air smelling cleaner, you touch her skin
but warm blood meets cold, long white body spews red flow
you jerk the wheel to the lake below
snowfinch, I sure am glad you’re mine
nothing can slow me down on a sweet summer night
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Bugeater
04:53
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choking on the green lakewater
that fills your pretty lungs
(bird on the wire of moonlight
waiting for the wire to rust)
a little spring of fear in a desert of calm
you desperately swim up
(bird on the wire of moonlight
waiting for the moon to combust)
in the flesh (in the flesh)
no sun (no sex)
little larva (smile smeared)
bloated sparkle (bloated seer)
your spine is milk (you’re never numb)
your nectar spills (like cholera)
your fruit is bruised (your neck is thin)
your spleen’s a sweetheart when it sings
the lesion swirls in silk and pearl
the flytrap in your mouth
and now that worm has burrowed in your abdomen
you’ll never ever pull him out
you’ll never ever pull me out
bugeater, beautiful and thin
building of bone and sinew draped in skin
something is swirling deep in you
bugeater, baffled little thing
building of bone and sinew draped in skin
no one on earth looks quite like you
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4. |
The Lighthouse
04:15
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god forgive you, you’re alone again and no one knows a thing
not as pretty, not as powerful as you would like to think
not as bright and sweet as standing on the brink
you long for someone who could tug just like a child at your sleeve, singing
take me with you
barefoot and forgiven in the heat
take me with you
take what’s left of all that might have been
god forgive you, see the darkened lighthouse rising from the earth
there’s no glory, there’s no glow when you receive your just desserts
there’s no comfort, there’s no bleeding heart concern
(I burst from the sea
I burst from the sea
alone, all alone do I leave)
so rest a while, for blame’s a moonlit thing, it simply begs for sleep
(beacon, in my memory a scared creature sleeps
wrapped up in sheets
begs me to stay in the breeze)
singing
take me with you
barefoot and forgiven in the heat
take me with you
take what’s left of all that might have been
I’m nothing like you
and everything is as it ought to be
(run, run like you remember
run like you believe)
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A Shot In The Dark
06:06
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day whispers in through the windows
dark smell of cigarettes
a sudden shudder chills your chest
exquisite crimson enfolds him
cropped hair and vivid eyes
a pinstripe godhead prods your thigh
says, “wakey wakey and rise and shine
it’s all coming unglued
have I got a story for you:
two lovers dragged from the lakebed,
foreign blood inside their mouths
its owner nowhere to be found
and you know the hearts of the righteous
at least as they wish they were
good’s sown by simple slash and burn”
and before you plead your sweet ignorance,
well he does as he’s told
pulls out a pistol and aims for your soul
so he slings you over his shoulder
where you droop like molten glass
he lays you gently in the grass
truth is a spot in the sun, love
a function of chance and time
but revolvers rarely ever lie
(my legs are locusts and my marrow’s a mess
silk swells in my blueberry breast
no life, no death
I’m heaving honey on the brambles that breathe
no sound and no sin in the breeze
I’m free, I feed)
“truth is a spot in the sun, yes
but shame strands you deep in night
your sleepless spite will leave you blind”
but my friend, the world is bright now
whatever could you mean?
just then I hear her start to scream
please! swallow from me!
please! take what you need!
see that lonesome silvereye
go passing through the glowing sky
see that lonesome silvereye
just float on by
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a swelling, a stutter of sweet sunlight
brings a bend in the air and a glint in a billion eyes
(God’s love swims inside my bitter ocean
white as lymph, light will burst my spirit open)
with thorax on thorax and wing on wing
like a burnt violin, bitter song of the multiplying
(God’s love swims inside my bitter sea
as bright and sweet as apple seeds
I burn to breathe)
so ravaged the earth as they fly in swarms
all the foliage stripped, swallowed whole, still they seek for more
(God’s love swims inside my bitter ocean
white as lymph, light will burst my spirit open)
and the man I entrusted with my whole life
reveals the worm where it lies, unravels its purest white
(unravels with all I can remember
faceless figure, red placenta)
spot in the sun, the swell of kingdom come
(and all is just as wrong as the day I was reborn)
spot in the sun, the swell of kingdom come
(I see the silkworm scattered in tatters upon the shore)
spot in the sun, the swell of kingdom come
(the sun is bursting open, the dark spreads like splitting sores)
spot in the sun, the swell of kingdom come
swallows swallow who you’ve been
swallows swallow who you’ve been
this place means nothing more to me
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7. |
The Thief
03:52
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the moon is a thief, the light is lying
just dregs of the glow, just dregs of the glow
all the flares in the world wouldn’t help you fight it
with its long limbs, it grabs all that you hold
it will outlive you and your naked little soul
high tide at night, just like God insisted
rotting wood in the light, rotting wood in the light
for it’s never enough when a sailboat’s sinking
it has to wash up on a lonely springtime night
all it wanted, the chance to be alive
was there a glimpse that your father tried to show you?
a little ray on the strand, a little ray on the strand
a kiss of cold and an arm that the world could glow through
if you just knew, dear, of the dreams I used to have
he grasped its image and held a coin in his hand
but now you face it alone, you are not so clever
where’s the end to loss? you scream in the dark
the dreamless sleep and the blur and the burning feathers
the light keeps shining and that is your response
the moon can’t help it, it is just a ball of rock
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trembling white eyes, trembling white eyes wide
the stars have nerves in the night sky
the sclerae scald the lake, a thin ray of light
white eyes, still burning bright
I step across the shore toward the opening in the lake
the water has a lipstick mouth, the ground begins to shake
I’m guided by the light, the lilting loophole into space
as I step across the shore toward the opening in the lake
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floating through strange purple sunsets
with mountains I can’t reach
I see him grinning straight at me
his tongue lolls out as he lunges
there’s spit upon his shine
I point my gun between his eyes
light sneaks like germs through my lashes
a cliff gives way to plain
where dandelions hum and sway
red velvet smears on my fingers
new mouth upon my chest
black tongue and shallow, shallow breath
I shut the blinds of his eyelids
I pay the ferry’s fee
he needs it so much more than me
sweet sight of clear, shimmering water
such love I’ve never known
a voice rings on toward the glow
all you’ve been
is naked wings
and all you’ll be
is blooming algae
whippoorwill’s
your view to kill
but all it sings
says you are nothing
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10. |
Twin Criminals
06:01
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she says you’ll pick a god who forgives
a god who will excuse the life you’ve lived
but when he agrees, don’t leave me, please
twin criminals, autumn’s last breeze
twin criminals laugh like new leaves
I hear the nameless children sing at night
for all the love they know they’ll leave behind
and I smile as I weep so gratefully
for the fools we all must be
twin criminals laugh like new leaves
the act of leaving just begs a moon so thin
with no sound, with no sin that torments me
unfurl the map and the whole world begins
with no one strong enough to win against me
ah, let me take the passenger side
ah, here’s your chance to show how well you drive
the act of leaving just begs a moon so thin
with no sound, with no sin that torments me
unfurl the map and the whole world begins
with no one strong enough to win against me
ah, let me take the passenger side
ah, here’s your chance to show how well you drive
here’s your big chance to shine
ah, let me take the passenger side
ah, here’s your chance to finally make things right
you’ve been waiting all your life
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11. |
Untitled
03:35
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I hope in your dreams you are a ruffian again
forever bright, wild-eyed, and untamed
driving in the sun with all your long lost friends
and they love you more than they can say
and I hope a sleepy head burrowed in your chest
can soothe the weeping of your weary soul
nestled tight in blankets, drawing pin-drop breaths
each one so sweet and so vulnerable
there’s a look that appears in an animal’s eye
when it’s seen something but cannot explain
a bent and bandaged wing and a glint of distant light
against the quiet moonlit windowpane
I hope in your dreams you are a ruffian again
and it’s a glimmering summer day
you’re laughing for a life that goes on without end
without loss, without fear, without shame
I ask you, please forgive me for this massive debt
that I know I can never repay
and I remind you how I swore that I loved you to death
and I still feel the same
isn’t that what we’re all hoping for?
isn’t that what we’re all hoping for?
isn’t that what we’re all hoping for?
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Celogen Calgary, Alberta
I have seen everything and known everyone and I am still not tired!
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