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memorial day again
02:50
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new holidays are born every sunrise
like when we woke fucking so strange in the dim
like fish in the bay finding warmth only sometimes
till theyre plucked and torn from their surf on a whim
courier doves bring the words from the scene
across armories trenches and fields
worry your love or unfurl the routine
it costs more than it takes just to yield
you call my name i drift over so sweetly
and concrete and cobblestone rain from the sky
and every so often i'm blinded completely
till angels blink all of the dust from my eye
courier doves bring the news from the sea
there is panting and sweating and fear
don't worry your love or demure the serene
there is plenty of work over here
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there’s a surprise
waiting in the foyer
the fall of another personal empire today
i do the dishes
i do not shave my legs
and i wait for you to come home
but you deserve to be paid
who said a loan on fun just wouldnt hold out, the stage the casino
counting the cards the business spins
eternal pirouettes
you hear everybody say
this bar is a ballet nightmare
now its tap shoes
all the way home!
don’t leave before the sun comes up
and don’t arrive
thanklessly tired
unmoored and unguided
you know im so glad when
that zen puts me to sleep!
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hymn
01:37
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acting at the end like i planned it
i don’t, i’m just
remembering at the start
when you spoke i was turned the other way
laughing in the lake like a banshee
i won’t adjust a feather ripped from the ark
far from shore / sure
they put blessings in the waves
keep the oven on
keep the light on in your room
i’ll be there late
happiness is all that i plan for
a bolt of luck, a memory’s
all you want
and your words
close and open every day
these things come over everyone
with the hands i have
with the woman that i am
i come to know this love
there’s a post it note
there’s a photo in your room
that hums each time you pass
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girl clog instrumental
02:36
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sweat is the proof
02:22
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sweat is the proof of the old sages laugh
sweat is the proof of an obfuscated graph
yet has the truth come to swivel its back?
forget all your dues and return to the track
we sit in silence till I can hear the hum
no lesson private it’s an old mode i cannot break
sweat is the proof of the lawmakers curse
until the move happens outside the purse
sweat is no use if the tears dont come first
like wet morning dew is the promise of mirth
and this linoleum leaving marks all on our skin
over petroleum wires and ball shorts in the wind
so if you want to hang out on your own it’s fine with me
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when something bad happens
i’m at the park
to curl in the shape of a drying out leaf
and hope that the scale of some personal grief
transfers over fine
calls you on the phone and
doesn’t hang up first
purchasing wine and then
running from rubble I’m
finding a mote in the crisis that lasts
and travels through millions of years
cause there’s nothing I love more than getting fucked up
on the way back home
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baby coming over in the morning time
when the light through the blinds is dripping down the window
they got it covered but it’s never “just fine” when we think to ourselves
“what happened to the daylight”
we stumble on some differént moonlit fold of earth and sleep there
i’m coming over running out of our time when i pull my shirt over my clean hair
watch my body wave my fingers: i’m not half as drunk as i thought
yeah i know in heaven everything will be fine so i keep my eyes closed and my head clear
i’ve got your good things baby and you’ve got mine so let’s call it a deal and just stay here
i check the temperature: am i alright am i alright is it just me?
i like your teeth and i like when they laugh and i watch them grow / roll back
it’s a different kind of funny
pull my breath right through my fingers: i’m sure this is good as it gets
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mountain scale
02:54
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they’re not feel ugly in my shirt
they’re still high from last night
they’re rote, they’re change the song
they’re bugspray in the grass
and the grass reflecting light
what are these jars of mine? what are these containers?
what are these bottles? what is kept atop the shelf:
they’re rot my teeth out
they’re distant screams and mean
they’re laughing hard at brunch
they’re heat smell glad and
theyre air conditioned sour
they’re only happens once
my wine beside my coat besides
whats kept behind these walls:
it is treetops up in greenfield
it is mushrooms in northampton
soaking in the folly all day long
they are drinking on the balcony
they are blinking downed in alkaline white
the truth is crusted open
like a battery tonight
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Asher White Providence, Rhode Island
new shoes. birthday is feb 21 2000
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