1. |
Fish Market
02:15
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the catch of the day
is proudly displayed
on my shoulder blades...
scales glittering in the sun...
on the thatched roof,
chest caked with mud,
fleeing the flood,
flowers in her flesh unfolded...
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2. |
Movies
02:34
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i am in love with a girl from the movies.
the movies you made, darlin', tore me to tears.
an amputated fantasy handed back to me
on Parisian seas where boats meld with the piers.
your flickering form festooned on a silver screen
curls into me and unfurls burning bright!
broken glass gone now there's no need for acting.
your refraction free vision swims in my eyes...
soaking in all your moodiness and melodies...
swelling in arms that were wreathed 'round your spine...
fleecin' out fluorescent folk tales on Circus Street––
the language that leaked out your mouth streaked my arm!
warp out of a wormhole and spill through a fish's gills
as magical memories, mercurial miracles,
spherical streaming shapes scraped off the asphalt
and mended into scenery––
embalming!
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3. |
Sill
02:12
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tangling tumbleweeds roll through her ovaries;
coffeepot steam starts to scream and soar…
she's pouring her dreams out her ears into gear machines
while honeysuckle creeps up the walls in sweeping veins.
pipes creak as sunrise dries up the foggy streets.
semen stains drain off the sheets down the sink.
she windowsill sips in the glare with a clarity.
the frame pulls back past her rustling hair, slowly…
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4. |
Galapaghosts
02:40
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body––fat and flimsy; mind breaks at heart's whimsy.
shape-shifting sister, just cling to something.
doctor, are you evolution?
please then, come in when you can.
why can't our bodies be smarter? we're starting
to be not immune to some plumes of disease.
welcome this hive of machines...
i wonder, "who invented these?"
Galapaghosts wave from the future––they're smiling.
let's stave off starvation and wait here a while...
dosage translates through me...
it's not from soft soliloquies.
let's get your form back!
let's get your form back....
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5. |
Epiphanies
02:40
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i was swimmin' in unconsciousness the day that i found God.
He was sittin' on the ocean holdin' a lightning rod.
He concentrated and said, “let there be lightning!”
The Clerks Of Weather overturned Him in committee by decree.
i was studyin’ my surroundings when i chanced on Charles Dar-
win pinned down under a microscope with no one at the ocular
lens. ...just then when i went to look things got blurry.
he tried to tell me how to fix this, but his speech kept on slurring.
i was tryin' to pick a part to play inside the Globe Theater,
but i had Shakespeare drummin' his fingertips on my parking meter.
he said, "who cares? you know the world is but a stage."
i said, “i guess then you wouldn’t mind if it didn’t pay...” and dashed away.
i was searchin' for epiphanies the day that i found Bob
Dylan danglin' from a cherry tree; i let out a gentle sob.
i said, "good god! what has happened to you on this day?"
he said, "the wind has come and blown us all away...
but i ain't never gonna––"
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6. |
Ballad
02:55
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oh, twin sister,
i cared for the rooster that you left;
it was kind of hefty, but what can i do?
what was it like back there all alone with the Gospel doom?
oh, twin sister,
i know that you've got roots of your own
and grooves runnin' through your bones that are not like mine...
yet don't forget me as we’re ground to dust by time...
oh, twin sister,
having cleansed your blistered bleedin' feet,
meet me down at the cafe; don't go astray.
we'll let a conversation burn and flake into an ashtray…
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and i will be your greatest friend.
i will embrace you as we freeze to death.
wallowing in a wedding dress...
undulating on the stage with lush curls in your hair...
freezing to death,
octopus flower...
shimmering breath and fluttering consciousness…
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8. |
Watering Can
00:40
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clay pots and tin cans...
paint peels off the fence in strips...
by the trampoline there's a sparkling queen with a watering can rinsing rusting ears…
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9. |
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oatmeal and almonds on my cereal,
sittin’ window-side, eyes on the road…
confetti 's fallin’ on the street, but the mayor's car has stalled––
swallowing her pride, she'll still be swallowed whole…
plant a kiss upon my cheek, just don't be disappointed
if it don't grow into anything at all…
i place my guitar in the car, but i
just end up at a traffic jam session.
hypnosis or neurosis… let’s both ditch this
hopelessness, miss mayor.
...i’ve got about as much insight as
this fortune cookie fortune with a typo.
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10. |
Godless Sky
04:19
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a/c generators hum…
the blankness of movie screens…
bodies blur and burn into dazzling spectrums…
stars: saturated, woozy…
to like the way an outfit looks
subsuming flow and fleeting,
shrouded in halogen mists and record hiss––
moon dance in a warm science…
eyes peer into godless sky…
quiet and unmoving…
muted colors... monoliths... structures non-strict…
the unknown slate consuming.
an empty shell
is an open shelter.
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11. |
Ballet Veins
02:56
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from the tiniest tone your tuning fork bones
are an orchestra stoned to death
(as we're caught in the cold huddlin’ and holdin’
each other as rain pounds cement).
please, Regina, take me to your dance school.
i didn't know you then but now i'd love to.
in ballerina shoes your veins are cut hose,
and they're chopped stems along your pale rose feet.
pretty pirouette pose perfectly exposed
all the squiggly calligraphy
that had run down your stomach in whispered rows
for a theater of me to see.
stretch! visualize! eyes closed in a furor––
against a steel rail, wood floor in the mirror.
a malleable skeleton swallowed––
drizzled cigarette smoke in my hollow cheeks.
tremulous wavelengths...
a music box tinkling...
ribbons that waver...
bankrupt twirls hang, lingerin’…
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12. |
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mazes of lace
encased in Great Lakes...
scouting outer space
for that freight train face…
there's an angel in my navel, bathing, gazing outwards.
southbound-facing... effusive frowns.... your eyes are pools––i'm scared i might drown...
the worlds i'm bereaved of...
the swirls of fever dreams loved...
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13. |
Arcs
02:47
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dress hems, broken brain stems twist and bend behind me as fireworks unwind in flight.
bundles and bouquets of orbits radiate from corn-scorched hair and blooming eyes.
unraveling rainbows pour through prisms ribboning calves in runny, melting arcs.
eyelashes latched on my cheeks emerging from the reeds in germinating light.
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14. |
Shapely
01:32
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dilapidated dancer…
cotton candy bear trap slipped in snug to quicksand combs...
formless figure skater...
bulbs and buds tremblin' in fecund farmland folds...
engorged loins––
conjoined twins gushin' out…
thank god for the textures of tongues, the perfume in your lungs,
clingin' mouths…
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15. |
Punxsutawney Phil
02:09
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jilted in a field of wilted
wings and watchin' foreshadows, bets.
how much longer must i be sufferin'
in a bomb shelter of blankets?
oh, Punxsutawney Phil,
i wish i was Huckleberry Finn––
swindling sins on the river,
riding high on suicide with friends.
who'dve known that this daring damsel
ever would escape from here?
i didn't know from what she was runnin'...
unaware of my own fears...
Aphrodite in absentia––
you know that i sent for her...
but every one of these superstitions
don't seem to be workin' out so good…
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16. |
Flag
02:09
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crumbling underneath layers of static and snow,
my bleary eyes fixed themselves fiercely to an image so bold;
that lingering leaf on a tree is a flag on a pole...
and i'll hold your hand
tightly, we'll feel
like we were once
so well concealed.
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17. |
My All Insides
01:51
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all my wishes
reside inside the
flowers and fishes
powerfully flowing through me.
all my organs
are gonna transform in-
to vibrating orchids…
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