1. |
Hammers & Hail
04:43
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There is always a source of sadness here
Irrigated by a block or two of city storefront
Where your ghost still hangs in doorways
And awning shade
Always a song swimming in nausea
Dragging behind it those poisoned scenes
Always a motor purring
Where your eager keys have found the notch
And snuck inside
Blow your breath across my cheek and go
The fists are made
The wounds are counted
All the irony will grow unnoticeable
I will grow unnoticeable
Sick and bulging with words
To remind you of everything with
And sudden fogs and trembling
On the corners of streets
And up the sides of buildings
Stuck in this place like arrows
Pinning it to every speck of dread
That passes between us
Always a secret spoiled
Wrestled from a deep and deadly sleep
Always a night obscured by fireworks
That sizzle and decay before our eyes
One last look
Then back into the car
A stretch of road
A beach we found under the snow
A look that lasts a thousand years
Hammers and hail against me
A secret patch of brain
To remember everything with
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2. |
My Favorite Parking Lot
03:27
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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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3. |
Wave Of Mutilation
02:21
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Seawater Kisses
02:38
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When summer comes
It drips down your neck
And settles in your sneakers
It hangs in the sir
Like something you never should have said
It fizzes on the tarmac
And sweats in your hands
And falls from your mouth
In a gust of sand and sailboats
That leaves salt water on your lips
When I kiss you in the summer
Seagulls howl and whirl in our mouths
Our mouths have wings of their own
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The stars over Somerville
Keep their eye on me and my baby
Passing from headlight to headlight
Two pieces of background
Shaking off shadow and
Ushered by lamplight
To that broken door knob
Where her fingerprints are hidden
Among the ones she found all over me
When I was an overcrowded landscape
That shuddered underneath
All the stars over Somerville
When I was racked with earthquakes
Once up the stairs
The slow tiptoe through sea glass and snail shells
The sweeping of smooth debris
Into quiet rooms that I must keep secret
Though they conspire to kill me
Though the fear is endless
Though beauty shines in every window
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6. |
Pulverized
04:47
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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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7. |
Garden State Parkway
01:58
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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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Something
02:39
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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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9. |
Birthday Pony
02:45
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10. |
Magma Pump
03:43
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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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11. |
Sex
03:34
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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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