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Lump Of Eels
01:35
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What organs do you trust
In that husk of yours
That you move across the street
Towards something to eat
In sunglasses and tattoos and a tan
With guts that slosh from side to side
With each step?
Around your skeleton
Around the corner out of sight
Propelled by some unspoken conflict
That twists your face in strange directions
Unsure what the thing to do it
But that’s just speculation
As for me,
I’m suspicious of them all
My heart a sneak
My mind a lump of eels
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Garden State Parkway
01:44
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The storm gurgled and spat
Along the Tappan Zee
Slowing down the traffic
Headed for New England
The FM barely squeezed through her
Beat up speakers as it clanged
The Garden State Parkway
Ate up most their change
The cities huffed and buzzed
He covered her with smoke
He saw himself reflected
In the side view mirror
And hoped he wouldn’t disappear
Or hear her turn to him and say,
The Garden State Parkway
Ate up most their change
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Magma Pump
03:19
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My hands are fat tarantulas hunting along your spine
My tongue a howler monkey barking
Lurching from the back of your mouth to the back of mine
From vine to vine
My legs are flopping squids beached upon your burning bed
My eyes two cobras coiled in the cold wet sockets
Guarders of the image of you in my head from what we said
About what we would and wouldn’t do
About who we would and wouldn’t see
You and me
My lips are Venus flytraps bent toward your skinny neck
My balls are birds’ nests crowded with chirping of little mouths
Who zoom toward little deaths
Fly into the wreck
My arms are schools of fish that rocket across all your skin
My heart a bear pumping magma into all the places
Where I end and you begin, into what we said
About what we would and wouldn’t do
About who we would and wouldn’t see
You and me
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4. |
Sex
03:30
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Kisses came and left me here
Her breath in my throat
Stuck like perfume
To what I wanted to say
Thick as syrup
And sickly sweet
Calamity is only skin deep
How thick does she get?
I shoot panic when she jerks and sways
The unnerving gob
The squawk
Calamity, you sulky thug
Seeking bitch and brood
Clanking through the rosy circuitry
Frosting all our pipes with rot
Calamity in heaps and smears
Seconds away from loving you to death
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5. |
Little Breaths
01:28
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You look at me
Your teeth sunk in your lip
The monsoons behind your glasses
Edge into the godforsaken air
Between our faces
That swells between
Kisses and apologies
Like punctuation marks
Cuing all our little breaths
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6. |
Something
01:47
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Something gets me by the throat
Every time I go to tell you I’m nervous
And that there is no time to
Scrounge for parameters
And stuff ourselves into them
And I’ll be fine here
Not knowing how I relate to anything
Or when to shut my mouth and prevail
Over the tendency to dramatize and overemphasize
Each passing thought as they occur to me
Sitting at home with a book and a drink and a cigarette
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Pulverized
03:39
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I was pulverized but now I worm to square one, baby
I was dusted off the muck-soaked, ill lit, danger-fraught
Terrain of way too much time and spared
If there’s time tonight to reassess the situation
Then there’s time at least to pick a new direction
One might slouch in or dare slink toward
The place in me where sluices constrict abominable change
Is softer around the edges and likely to give way
To the gruesome flow
What sickness is this that stomps up and down my spine?
A dream that you were in
I was severed at the patience required to adjust
I was hanging from a staple stuck in someone else’s confidence and beached
Now the currents have claimed a bathing suit or two
But the skin boasts more resilience than it’s given credit for
Or is rumored to have sacrificed to shame
The least likely things to bully me into unexpected exile
Have cost me my worst habits
And jimmied open wounds that can’t hurt me now
What sickness is this?
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My motivation peaked
On a topographical map
Of the United States
I made in fifth grade
For a solid A
It slid from me/the Sierra Nevadas
Into the ocean
Through the nooks of California
Downstairs the dust
Has settled over it all
And now I’m idle
I haven’t done anything for years
But wonder where it’ll wash up
America has never looked the same to me
Or symbolized the opportunities it did
In those pioneering days
Of lunging through mountains and valleys
With the sweep of a finger
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Untitled
04:08
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Weird to pack up our things
And make for new adventures
Hack me a bit part
A little slab of your history
And I’ll be the most durable ornament
You ever stuck to your
Emotional refrigerator
You reduce me to paste
Every time you flash your teeth
You show up in dim dreams
I half remember
And swear could kill me yet
Fan-frigging-tastic to sag from
The ideal course of action
And dabble in more precarious options
It suits me, this kitchen between theory and experience
Where love is prepared from scratch
And overpowered by a bitter garnish
That can’t ruin the fingerful you plucked
From the batter bowl, the sneaky clutch
So though we all starve in secret
We are forever fattened by that memory
It’s time we stopped soaping ourselves with hope
And go dirty into that great big day of lack and thunder
I feel it now
Don’t you ever even think about it?
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10. |
My Favorite Parking Lot
03:25
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Still groggy from the sun
That beat with the bulk
Of a thousand things to do
On my skin
I got into the car
I rolled the window down
Let’s stay
I’d rather sit here forever
In this parking lot
With the sand and broken glass carpet
And the teenager who took our money
And the afternoon that made us sleepy
Than move an inch toward the highway
That aims us at the mainland
And sneaks us home
Through the fingers of temptation
Pointing in the opposite direction
Out at the ocean
That spit at us all day
And stuck to
Our hair, our clothes,
Our reunion that’ll end by the side of the car
With your bags arranged inside
And my head full of the wind
That blew across our very own parking lot
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11. |
Change & Adaptation
02:44
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The wind on my eyeballs
The return of blood to
All those places that dangle sickly
When my baby’s gone away
There’s sand from a beach
That never existed
In every bathing suit I’ve ever owned
In every girl who’s heard me crying
And thrashed in disbelief
As my mood flickered around the room
With blood on its teeth
And a crazy look in its eye
If you look to the side of it
It shines brighter than it would
Were you to go and gawk right at it
With flies in your maw
And nowhere to turn
But away from it/me
The tide pools sit for years
Hot and isolated
Evidence of some euphoria
That receded away
Parts of me are stranded there
But content to linger
And generate friction
Against change and adaptation
As they comb the dunes
For little boys
Who forgot to go home
When the weather turned mean
And the sun went down
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