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Forwards
04:47
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I had crossed through the crowd
marching all around me
voices shuffling loud
the sunburnt hills behind me
the apple trees had blossomed, all lines along the wine-dark sea wall sides
and the fruits fed the children as they dove
perclumsean blue streakerd all above
parents swept as we carved out a new grove for the horses and cattle and kittens and doves
we had a way: felt it in our calves, prayers swelling in our mouths to speak the silent letter
i spent the afternoon without a center as the train shutters into the station
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Bus Angell
02:46
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in summer i cared enough to clean the dirt from under my fingernails, the last two which had torn like paper
and if you wait on the bus long enough
i will come to wring my hands at you
and grow up
into
something that i can hold
if you lost your thoughts completely, i would laugh and understand, if i
grow out
my hair
again
i’m done
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3. |
Empty Palm Song
01:55
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You turned over like a small smooth stone in the palm of empty day Sheets of static in the sky tonight, it’s weather that won’t follow you
I need a man who will press me ‘gainst the concrete, reach into his shirt No shame in the bedroom of the idle gets your feelings hurt
All these houses one day I will wake in
Soon as I grow up
How do we push these massive blocks of time to the edge of town and back again? I’m living it up in the city with the
ripened days unplucked above my head
I’m lost in bed again as I can hear your heartbeat rise
and I’ve felt that maybe I am not a woman in your eyes
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5. |
Up Along the Hudson
02:51
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For days that cannot bring you near:
Let there be silver and gold and lavender-blue
The corner of your folded ear against the barreling steel and skeletal view And I still leave my bags all curled up like a cat
At the foot of your old house that whistles
When the wind blows through its open eyes
Give it a rest or a little time
Hearing you laugh from the other side,
The cattails in silence waiting for light to cross the hills
The scars of travel creased your hands, until the dirt in your palms Gave way to new life
And when you found knots in aching nights,
I wanted only to feed you apples and rice
Just one collective dream
I read it on the train
We’re vessels in the stream
So i lift my heavy head against the light
Even if i don’t think i have the time
Hearing you laugh from the other side
The cattails in silence waiting for light and brushed along the hills
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6. |
City Angel
03:42
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through the centuries she climbs
my soft name will never find itself carved into her stone
i’m still learning to clean my plate
brace my fist into a tangle when i’m knocking on your door
o rise around the skaters!
up from the sun-saturated sheets
tumbling through the gates of the sky
5 mile run round the ringing river
tucked in so sweetly and shot through the night
they never knew her, but she’s on her way
through alleys that will marry the weak with the poor and the warless and strong
and i’ll see you around town!
pounding the slabs of cement embedded in the ground
i’m just being silly at the call of the future
i listen to the circles i walk
(i don’t need to walk around in circles)
i know the sounds of their orbit in sparks
she watches over the cut & paste city
rapid ascension suspended and marked
(watching the sidewalks from golden till dark)
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8. |
Family History
03:30
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save a patch of skin
uninterrupted
but keep it surrounded by words you’d like to hear yourself tell others in the night
patched into our skin
something cared for by our mother’s mothers in the cold fight
how the embers pop around as we sleep tangled in the golden night
keeper of secrets, you’ve collected so much from everywhere
what will you do when i run out of things to ask you?
the sounds of your name were meant for these lips
scattered over bluffs and valleys coursing through the hollow cities
it’s in our blood to get along
we settled in past days
you’re in my past from long ago, when soot and ash would sweep out homes
keeper of secrets, you’ve collected so much from everywhere
as you move along, i leave to walk back to my new home
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9. |
Transference
03:37
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things i lost as the year broke free
3 months of scratches & the markings of my words
Patience for my feeble finger teenage wasteland body
And wonka glasses for the call of the birds
Who counts their steps
better than me?
Who doubles back around
to realign the streets?
Things i found as the year broke loose
a rounded chin and chest and dinner my plate piled with leaves and grass
the algorithms add to nothing stop and promise to relax
a tired fear
and in the mirror
the woman’s mark burned in my ass
i cannot see
the differences between
how you describe yourself
and how you call for me
im speeding through the year
(there’s no way to)
and crawling through the weeks
i’m thickening the plot
(make yourself good)
im thinning as we speak
[retribution]
wait, that’s my line
call it fate
call it time
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10. |
Ambient for Florence
00:52
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12. |
Baier
03:24
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i know the years pass in front of you:
saw an eyelash on your thumb
and all of the sudden, i laugh out
the row boat wades/waits under the silencing sun
the pond keeps the sound in the water so still and safe
unheard
(sibylle baier:)
you do me good, you do me good
so good you made me forget about
mmmmmm
you made me forget about
have, want, exert
and all of the sudden i found out
oh it’s beautiful the way you wear your shirt
you do me good
you made me forget about
mmmmmm
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13. |
Wheel of the Year
04:13
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instead
of following your old lines
you’ll make zigzags through the soft and glowing trees
and i’ll bet
by the time you get home
there won’t be any reservations
in the gauzy is every favorite dream:
pins in the wall and fries and burgers and whipped cream
delicate hands in their boundless reach
keeping in time with the seven hour lightwork season steam
wandering through the night air we can’t feel at all
writing lifelong futures in the last two weeks
and rolled up pants
laid down (B)enefit and saddled in the sleeping paths
all now breathing in the warmth
and you’ve got some shit to see
i’ve gotta grow my hair
call me when you get the chance!
all of the faces in between the stairs/stares
overseeing where we go
but you could stay and i don’t mind
you’re always waiting, you’re always fine
at least you know what’s next
and our beds are slick and glazed with dappled light
that the silver sky had swept up as it closed
and i felt the morning rolling down the hill
but i wasn’t looking at the clock
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Asher White Providence, Rhode Island
new shoes. birthday is feb 21 2000
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