1. |
Sailboat
07:01
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Your lying teeth float below
I dive into my sailboat
which floats backwards into rising sun
It may be electric when I’m done
Hundreds of dial tones
Where you try to lay your tongue
Like a pirate on the radio
You come ashore to
find me sinking
(Ending Vamp)
Backwards I walked
When south turned dark
and leaves crumbled down
upon my crown
Spreading apart
Piercing a cloud
The point of a V
The eyes fluttering.....
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2. |
Sister's Bet
07:17
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her little fingers, with twine they saw
the rough rider wading
through a chasm of blood
keeping his head dry
above a freezing steed
in the corner of his mouth
a dry cured philosophy
jacks and dice her fingers tossed
hearts, diamonds, pick up sticks,
she said a prayer and pursed her lips
but the marbles
say he’ll drown
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3. |
Haas
09:56
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guitars, academic wars, waged and pedaled on
a flute was heard through sunken bricks and portico
chalk was spent wherever brain river went skipping
small Ohio, big Texas, Birmingham
compositions without fashion sense or cutlery
a timeless game of coin toss for the sake of Bartok revelry
long winded violets, Mighty Handfuls
with trombones, with hi-hats, with projected code
female dreams paraded through morning Jericho
formulas for, closets of, percussive noise construct
they took our names, they took our grades, they took our skirts
stravelvet underdressed rites of western seamstress
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4. |
Overworld
06:22
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The knot of shreds
one inch apart
The darkness
fits in a spoon
Cradle sky to my chest
early slipping sky...
early slipping sky
The tourniquet of scenery
Arrow voice breaks room glass
Slit through throaty frequency
Features stumble off my face
Features stumble off my face
Levers to the Overworld
Windows withhold the world (etc.)
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5. |
The Audience
07:53
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dust off
the books and the tv
believe
in this recording
the audience wrote genesis
with dirty fists
through windows clean
one can never guess
one can never divine
in friction, our low lit speech keeps knees deep in two
suddenly, we have a party
the punch is bled from chance
winding swiveling rotating door to our party
dust off from cassettes
tolerate this memory
billboard promises can't touch
psychic pop ups
I understood where he was coming from
I understood where to go when coming from there
I understood how to stand and stare at the coming and going
I understood that we must be here
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