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Canyons
01:59
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The half-truths and the lies,
deep blue rivers from your eyes
carving canyons to the words you never spoke.
Oceans in the sky,
depleting deep wells running dry -
dawn split through the night as I awoke.
Emeralds and diamonds; truth seekers and liars
and shadows on featureless walls.
Heartbeats and short breaths and your voice so steadfast
as crisp auburn leaves slowly fall.
I'll find my home.
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2. |
The Sun Fell
02:39
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I finally fixed up the old Chevrolet,
took a slow ride out in the heat of the day,
watched the blue jays soar away.
I polished the arthropod fossil on the mantle when I got home -
eyes, claws, and teeth; ancient stone -
and in the living room, I poised to defend.
My knuckles will glow white hot until the very bitter end,
and I will crack,
and I will break
as the tides roll in inside myself.
Unbearable weight.
In the morning, I wake
with cuts, bruises and scrapes,
unsure of where they came from.
I should hope the stars will guide me
as I watch the setting sun.
I will crack.
I will break.
The load I chose to bear
wields unbearable weight.
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Bleak Desperation
01:39
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I read the same weathered book again.
Its spine is flaring out, its pages wearing thin.
I stood out on my back porch again.
Wind and harsh rain; coffee and gin.
And the memories; oh, the memories
burning underneath my skin.
I scrambled two eggs for breakfast again.
The paper didn't come but I know my team didn't win.
I watched the same show for the thousandth time.
I can no longer ascertain what is only in my mind.
And the memories; ah, the memories,
emit a shrieking, grating whine.
Yes the memories; all the god damn memories
and all this god damn time.
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4. |
Tribulations No. 3
04:08
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I only put the bottle down once it was empty.
I only quit the rocks when I’d climbed them all.
I'd only realized when I stood on that final peak,
there was nothing I could do but fall.
I only told a lie when the truth stung too much.
I only told the truth when it made me smile.
I only saw my reflection when the water settled down -
I understood I saw myself, but it took a while.
Serenity, take hold of me.
Infinity, be kind.
Now that we're a story signed and sealed,
serenity be mine.
I only wrote the sequel when I was out of ideas.
I only covered songs when I hated mine.
I only knew I wanted love when you had no more to give,
once I had run out of time.
I only wrote a letter when my pens had all run dry.
I only stole when I was too hungry to work.
I only had one life and I let it pass me by.
Hindsight is clear, but foresight has its perks.
Serenity, take hold of me.
Infinity, be kind.
Now that we're a story signed and sealed,
serenity be mine.
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Headed northbound I-35 out of Dallas,
sinking; tied to stones.
Whether or not the deed was done with malice
cannot change the fact that I have lost my home.
You were smiling an ugly smirk by the oak doors,
your arms interlocked smugly across your chest.
You dragged me past the rooms with the tiled floors
and strapped me into a lead-lined vest.
And I screamed like a village on fire,
thrashed against the chains, gnawed at all the wires.
I let myself be carried to a dark and empty room.
I let myself be sealed within the tomb.
And I roared like a wounded, cornered beast,
and longed to escape to the southeast.
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Loxosceles Reclusa
01:50
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Another day crawled by,
more clouds crept through the north Texas sky,
another painful misstep shaped my path
as I wallowed in the scarring and the aftermath.
And, now, you're telling secrets.
Now you're telling lies,
and I'm in my room waiting for all my days to pass me by.
To all my forgotten acquaintances,
I wish you all the best.
May your paths be lined with riches,
may you one day find your rest.
Crush my hands and fingers,
curse my every waking breath.
It's amazing how you love your blindfold,
how you're so afraid of death.
And this is not an ending,
this is not the start.
There is something, sundering, rending -
may we all be torn apart.
To all my unwanted acquaintances,
I wish you, as well, the best.
Should my path be lined with ashes,
I hope that one day I will find my rest.
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Pushbroom
02:18
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You've got the wit and intuition of a foxhound
and all the charm of a suicide pact.
I sat and watched you sweep the rubble from the path
as the autumn leaves blew past.
You moved with the grace of a tigress
under the billowing tempest of ash.
I forgot all the songs you said we would sing
and I sat by the curb, with nothing left to bring.
You've got my whole world dancing on the rings on your fingers
and all of time tying off your hair.
Summer blood drying under your fingernails,
emissary of anywhere.
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