1. |
Taking the Hint
03:24
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Fearing defeat
In the nosebleeds with
Gum on the seats
Feeling cheap
Swing and a miss
Quiet in dirty cleats
Taking the hint
Scoring sick
Who do I play for
Who would I name for a pass
Do I feel shame more
Than I take blame for my mess
Keeping secret
Bare bulb basement
Hiding from myself
Shallow ethics
Suspect methods
A cleric casting spells
Shooting the moon
Grand slams orbiting
In aluminum tombs
Buried clues
What to believe
How to act in tune
A wilful deceit
Bruising grief
Who do I play for
Who would I name for a pass
Do I feel shame more
Than I take blame for my mess
Fixed feeling sophomore
Getting a no and hearing yes
Covert and soft-core
Abiding self-interest
Keeping secret
Bare bulb basement
Hiding from myself
Shallow ethics
Suspect methods
A cleric casting spells
Hiding from myself
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2. |
Ought
03:52
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Astral arch
Beam of stellar sparks
Wave function collapse, left in the dark
What was meant
Versus what was said
What was heard against what's happened since.
Guessing at a truth
Once acute now twice removed
Use inferred
Lost to time but not for words
In dead air's reach
Don't speak to hear our voices comfort
Let the room tone bear its name in wonder
Then when the moment’s right, be like the stranger
Content to start unused, or leave, whichever.
The oughts of love
Or the lack there of
Signs of life in passing lights above
The well lit path
The plot lost to the graph
Impressive heads instead debate the math
The dimming of our youth
Lost on me but not on you
Two flashlights
New moons orbiting cold satellites
In dead air's reach
Don't speak just to hear our voices comfort
Let the room tone bear its name in wonder
Then when the moment’s right, be like the stranger
Content to start unused, or leave, whatever.
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3. |
Room Key
03:14
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Hungry, taking view
of the berries in the fridge
When I note contrasting shades of blue
and wonder which one "is".
40 watt strange incandescence,
shadow shaping light.
Some blue must bear true berry essence
beyond this one slow night.
From the eye, defined
One seen form of many
At odds from mind to mind
Occupying bodies
Standards standing by, in dark motels
behind closed doors, from there assigned
Hostage to our eyes
Occupying bodies
Heavy, nightly news
Sometimes florida, often kids
Invited hateful points of view
As if each could be "is"
While sympathetic to contention,
watch for ego shading sight
Some truths need no dissension
between what’s good and what is right.
From the eye, defined
One seen form of many
At odds from mind to mind
Occupying bodies
Standards standing by, in dark motels
behind closed doors, from there assigned
Hostage to our eyes
Occupying bodies
I’m standing in the line
Praying in a lobby
A sudden loss of time
Waiting for a room key.
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4. |
Model Punks
04:30
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I remember
Crunching leaves
On the path between our houses
Young rebellion
Model punks
You were lightning, I was struck
Your first father
Picked me up
In his pearly monster truck
Where the heart knows how
When the oak’s shade spread
We were lost and found
In your teenage bedroom
Wide-eyes empty, turning on x
Walking me home before too long
Vernal romance
Wouldn't last
Too far past the carpool lane
Would those green kids
Still relate
To the habits we became?
Years of quiet
Touching base
Some kind words out of the blue
Not long after
Raking leaves
While my sister spread the news
Where the heart knows how
When the oak’s shade shed
You were lost and found
In your teenage bedroom
Wide-eyes empty, on and on
I walked the path but you were gone
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5. |
Big Apple, 3AM
03:19
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Once again
April's loyal lift
3 A.M.
Guess I'm up for it
CRT
Bits flickering on a screen
That's not me
Inside of that body
She sees now
Reads my mind
out loud.
Still somehow,
I'm beside
watching me
acting out
all my won'ts,
Trying her.
The righteous route
not shown.
Left to right
Scrolling preordained
All my might
To find who’s holding the reigns
Time warping
To some renaissance, rocksteady
Shell shocked me
Controlling that body
She sees now
Reads my mind
out loud.
Still somehow,
I'm beside
watching me
acting out
all my won'ts,
Trying her.
The righteous route
not shown.
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6. |
Homesick Dream
02:56
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Homesick dream
Routine theme
To cave and repent.
Move back east
The pages creased
To where the words end.
A hatchback racing north
The tank on E.
Strand the wound off 95
Almost lost then lose my mind
Turning back to say goodbye
Hold me close, not so tight.
Taste or touch
Close enough
The luck of family
Stick around
Lost or found
The love will carry
Still down from time to time
Some peace in drive
Strand the wound off 95
Almost home then lose my mind
Turning back to say goodbye
Hold me close, not so tight.
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