1. |
While One
04:30
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Same old plan
Same old church turned nightclub
It's one pm
Crowd shakes to the four four replicas
The pills kick in
Haley shakes her head and moves to the side door
Alarms don't sound
Step into the alleyway where she waits for
Temperatures stay fixed by the weather drones
A car pulls up without a driver
Fake deer congregate in the meadows
A patient android waits for a ring
They built a new home
Switched me out with another twenty-something
She stands in the window
Of the guest room cold dark and empty
Skin recycled from a lost cause
Tiny arms sew it on to a fresh batch
If it doesn't suit you ask for another
As long as everything is in order
In a dream I saw a man
In the back of this place through the wall
I could see his face
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2. |
Red Grey
03:55
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Sets a place to find her
Sets a time to meet
Only goes for craft beer
Aromatic addiction
Talks about her greyhound
Talks about her jazz
Leaves it open to comment
Then continues her thought
Am I part of this conversation we're in
Demonstrate your condescension
I'll be down here
Is this all just a competition for you
Even if I have your attention
It's only imitation
Says she hates religion
Must be the only one
Hates reading fiction
Only live in the real world
Can we talk about me now
Is it my turn to speak
Now we're back on her greyhound
Just in case I forgot
Am I part of this conversation we're in
Demonstrate your condescension
I'll be down here
Is this all just a competition for you
Even if I have your attention
It's only imitation
Listen to your travels
Listen to your woes
You'll find this helpful
I'll give you a list
You're fit you're smart
You travel you read
I don't really care for those things because
You crawl you leech you whine you boast
Self-righteous self-pity self-aggrandizing
You've got nice features
Let's give this a shot
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3. |
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I fell into a rhythm searching for
That one who would make worth the mileage but
They prefer a vapid recreation
They just wanna blend with the touted lore
I would rather praise the licentious figment
Sitting in my room to avoid the crowd
It's a crucial exit
From a paradigm where I have no control
Maybe if you matched their elation
Otherwise I'm committed to this endless stream
I prefer these angles
To the taxing physical
When there's nothing left to please me
Go find your excuses not to spiral
Come back when you fail at associating
See this one's made of plastic
Weird nose
Short Hair
A mole that's not where I like it
Reckless highs followed by the shame
Redirect the impulse in your brain
My parts don't respond like they used to when
I had yet to plunge into the vacuum
Piqued by a certain type of lighting
A color scheme I can't ignore
I fell into a rhythm searching for
That perfect scene that would cure me
It's a crucial exit
From a taxing physical
When there's nothing left to please me
I'll just dig a deeper hole
Go find a distraction try to function
Come back when you'd rather avoid the burden
See this one's made of plastic
Weird nose
Short Hair
A mole that's not where I like it
Reckless highs followed by the shame
Redirect the impulse in your brain
Now this one's not ecstatic
Short fat thin with lips inflated from the needle
You can pick the next one
You can pick the next one
You can pick the next one
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4. |
The Fifteen
04:48
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Empty spaces join me on the fifteen
A pair of days spent searching for distractions
Severed saints emulate a congregation
A pleasant exchange for a name
He continues to orchestrate this harsh perspective
Now a pleasant sound
A hopeful scene
An autumn brown
A glimpse of a moving song
Now the scene is swallowed by the faceless
Skeletal shapes reach from the abstract
There's a room where I'll use your face
A callous exchange for a name
He continues to orchestrate this contradiction
Streets communicate their apathy
Now a table on the edge with a view
A fleeting friend
A weekend apart
Now looking through the hole in the door
A tiled wall
A man with a mask
A sixty millimeter world
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5. |
Olive
04:39
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I don't have a strip of metal with my name on the one side
They refer to me by my green eyes
In the room with the ceiling gone you can see the rafters
Holding up the filament bulbs
Antiquated
Tungsten glow
In the winter with the trees bare I can navigate
Through the woods on the edges of the fields
Wooden limbs of crowns
Reaching for each other
To make the Sign of Peace on a Sunday
The offer stops short
Whether shyness or respect
Sky becomes a river through the canopy
I don't really look amazed
That's because this face is not the best means
To determine my reaction
Just another curse of immortality
From down here the cornstalks look like the undead
Raised from the grave and assembled in rows
Passage through these sentries up the hill and to the old house
Habitats of ticks for defenses
Empty haven
Nightlong stretch
There's a tunnel underneath the front porch to the basement
I can take the stairs into the den
A fortress decomposed
Into gentle ruin
All except a chair immune to atrophy
A creaking upstairs
Tiptoes from the bedroom
Yells for me to get down off the cushioned seat
Skitter out into the air
Careful not to find a hunter's crosshair
Soon these shadows will engulf this county
But my vision's not a choke for me
Upon return I see the silver station wagon
And a light up on the second floor
I see she's prepared a bed for me
Folded flannel in her wooden dresser drawer
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6. |
Wraith
05:33
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Some say the man crucified her
Rusty railroad spikes
She's joined her spiritual sisters
A parasite of knotted anger
His perforated brain
Would fit their tiny tendrils
Redistribute the pain
We have your best intentions
You'll just have to agree
Called toward the end of Bottom
A broken road resurrected
They'll replicate his body
Keep the stray for themselves
He'll wake up in a dream
It will be what they all envisioned
He won't remember his name
We have your best intentions
You'll just have to agree
Play your role or face abyssal
Wither into a wraith
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7. |
Advertising Sugar
04:50
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I felt much better in a place without them
I could write my stories
Now I'll admit I can't arrange a plot well
Characters are boring
Once thought the view would be an inspiration
It became an eyesore
So I traded the mountains for a red sign
Advertising sugar
Trees began to reappear
Trees that lose their leaves each year
Coalesce and form a corridor
Suffocate this expectation for more
In the mirror the western wall descending
Nothing now but silos
Evergreens become the plains
Become the woods and the ocean
What am I to provide on my return
A book for no one by nobody
I know I'll never be a lauded author
Whatever not my calling
Trees began to reappear
Trees that lose their leaves each year
Coalesce and form a corridor
Suffocate this expectation for more
There's a kind of significance sewn
In the mills and in the railroads
Tell me what you hate the most across the plains
I'm headed back there I can't stand this place
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