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Glaze
03:10
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Walk along this road
Stitching footsteps through the snow
Crush our lungs on leaden sky
Let the wilting cities sigh
Everybody dies in leather skin
Crackled glaze grey porcelain
Travelers motionless in cars
All their eyelids pulled so tight they see the clouds forever
Ms. Marla Cranshaw sits out on her porch, lap full of photos now bleached white
Her back bent; a comma that waited so long, the pause grabbed her heart and it held on
Two small graves under an elm she planted as a child
Three crosses hewn from oak one at her feet
Working radios
Precious find among cargo
Static scarred looped message says
To go west; so we go west
Sleep another night in someone's bed
Funeral pyre brings life to death
Leave a trail of ashen mounds
'Cross the country to announce we tried to have some purpose
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2. |
The Beast
04:32
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he pulls off the bottle
a large greenish jowel
and as poison puddles inside the old man
he looks into the witch's eyes
feels flesh start to tear
he can't catch his balance
hulking down alleys
the night air is cold on his fevered skin and
his claws catch on the bricks and bleed
whimpering as he changes
flashes of Lu-Anne as he stumbles
potion makes him strong but strengthens loss
he stumbles through the streets a gnarled mass
the beast was bought with blood for blood at last
he circles their hideout
his senses are sharp now
he finds he can still smell her presence on them
and so after all this time
the old man can't keep it confined
he and the beast intertwine
then break through the front door
inside the room the beast grabs nearest prey
and biting through his throat begin the fray
the young man pumps regret out this new gash
a noise half smeared as red ribbons rush passed
quick shots alight the neighborhood aware
as sounds of slaughter rings through thoroughfare
but bullets cannot spoil the beast's revenge
and men drop broken blades as teeth unclench
the beast does not react to landed blows
wounds so profuse their litany is prose
just glut, the thing, upon their coward's flesh
soon draped in noble gown of steaming mess
soon lying on a bed of fetted quilt
just then the old man's heart begins to wilt
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3. |
Underground
03:20
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Pull back this body like old curtains hiding a mostly ghost painting; this hard shell is flaking it's
But he holds his ghost in most of morning - holds his poses posing but he is not the same as many people. He can't feel the same like many people. He is making noises knowing none will notice; noises like them noting this all sounds the same as many people; using words the same like many people.
He is going underground. He is going to dig it out. He is going to find the tremors from a hive and then he's going to tunnel down. He will shed his human face; liberate his carapace. Find some one to love, forsake the world above, raise kids between tectonic plates.
Pulls back his body like old curtains hiding a mostly ghost painting this hard shell is flaking it's
But he holds his pain in never mourning - holds his longing knowing he is not the same as many people. He can't feel the same like many people. He is making noises knowing none will notice; noises like them noting this all sounds the same as many people; using words the same like many people.
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4. |
The Drake Equation
03:28
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My faith is the Drake Equation,
my sky is a coliseum,
my mass is the last, best gasp of light.
My ground is a working theory,
my cloud is synaptic lightning,
my dirt is a billion rising suns.
And I need this to justify the needless;
because it isn’t tea leaves; because it is a seedling.
My heart is the human rhythm,
my sight is evolved persistence,
my pores pour the salt of conquered seas.
My night is the past lighting the way,
my day is a spinning time bomb,
my dusk a red packed pressure plate
Markie told Erin the best part of spending the night was talking ‘bout the universe while they stayed up way too late.
Watching the stars on a blanket that smelled of the earth, sweating in their sleeping bag, tangled in the starlight’s waves.
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5. |
Jake's Planet
03:35
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Well I don't flip the thrusters ex-atmosphere, cause I'd rather burn fuel than leave you. So I wait till the red light turns on, then I watch till our planet is gone.
And I lied when I said we were planet-locked, but the truth is your wounds were too great and the Gs would've stopped your sweet heart. So I told you our ship wouldn't start.
As you fought your wounds we marveled at that place: a verdant living world in undiscovered space.
By the time it was clear you were dying we had name the small world after Jacob. Cause he would have loved the blue skies, and he would've loved the sunrise.
And I knew when you wished we could lay him here you were telling me what you'd accepted. If it's good enough for our dead son, it's goddamned good enough for anyone.
So now I bring you Jake, retrieved from his graveyard. I bring him to his world and his father in the stars.
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Endured
03:30
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This is your body - that is the part where - you were sewn shut when - you had our child
This is your body - this is your hair still - those are your hands still - I can see all you
This is your body that was left - under the crawlspace - what's left of the crawlspace
This is your body that was left - amid all this chaos - a part of the fallout
This is your body - carried down main street - I take you by shoulder - wrapped our bedsheets
This is your body - debris amongst turmoil - a gnarl of beauty - the breadth of our city
This is your body; forced in death - to seep radiation - among the survivors
This is your body moved to rest - protected from being - a part of their weapon
This is your body - reflected in water - this lake has such stillness - I’ll give you this stillness
This is your body - unburdened of onus - we ripple the surface - we deepen in oneness
This is your body in my arms - I’ve brought you to rest here - I’ve brought us to rest here
This is your body holding me - I’ve never endured you - I’ve never endured you
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7. |
Light the Torch
02:45
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Light the torch and go
Roll him one more smoke
As i sit here with my dad I’m a tired nine years old
And he clads his knight in gold
The middle of the maze
The middle of the night
And the bathrobed man beside me casts a sidelong grin my way
Asks me which dungeon to brave
Fight the beast
And the dad i loved was there
We just needed to leave here
To be together
Loot the orc
And the old man in the cage
Suddenly had lost his age
And we were young together
We save the game all night
We save the night all game
To escape with both our lives we rush in with battle cries
Whispered oaths that, “bad guys die!”
We level up the thief
And dad lets me pick feats
And these moments of creation are the best part of the night
Our ideas come to life
Fight the beast
And the dad i loved was there
We just needed to leave here
To be together
Loot the orc
And the old man in the cage
Suddenly had lost his age
And we were young together
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the dire Bear Minneapolis, Minnesota
the dire Bear is lo-fi rumbles about a million could be years on a thousand maybe worlds.
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