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Ptolemy
05:01
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i got freaked out when the roads looked like a cloverleaf
and it was good once but it got ugly in its overreach
and if you were scared of at all getting older
now it’s just a morning routine
the birds are chirping
their words aren’t working
“it’s probably all a mirage” and the railway steels
an oasis from view
if ptolemy optics are wrong there’s no guarantee
that you’ll see it in true
[freight train explodes into the station]
it’ll take us
past the cemetery pines
over soldiers
and i know none of them would mind
if mountains (on lease / and leas) are immune to us
then why not lay down by my side?
the river’s a-rumbling
the fingers a-fumbling
you’re honestly off of the job
it’s no big deal if you don’t want to help
or be alone in the car for over a year to get over yourself
and i have seen auburn at dawn
and sunlight on steel and the sting of a welt
and always it’s awkward and wrong it still
don’t feel how it used to have felt
harmony lottery G*d it’s just what’s real that i keep to myself
an outgoing call to the coffin hold your ear to the
sea in its shell
i’m taking it with me
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2. |
Skate Park Anthem
03:59
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you rent an apartment yourself
its walls are timber
and saddled with a moss it ferments
but holds unhindered
you sleep undisturbed by yourself without the city noise
but i feel like a Local God when i am with the boys
[does an ollie off the monument]
when we are thrown apart from ourselves
an absolution
a tremor in the heart of the cell
repels pollution
no road not a parking garage will leave my wheels unscuffed
cause the crown at the top of the hill belongs to only us!
[more ollies, guy breaks arm but keeps going]
you’re free to distract yourselves with all your stupid toys
cause i feel like a Local God when i am with my boys!
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3. |
Saturday Morning
03:28
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hold the door for the sex god, i’ve been inside all day
faith in a bad place and my hair in a bouquet
a pang of confusion as we’re passing through the gate
or was it reluctance and its softly shifting weight?
and then the fog clears and bedsheets lapping at the shore
is there no certainty behind a firmly bolted door?
best left to tread above the bounding frothy seas
or shaded to cruise behind a wall of peeling trees
elusive and cunning
acquiescent as a flag
i look just like a frumperina carrying my bags
we hold our breath when someone ageless passes by
like you wouldn’t want me cradled in another’s eye
are you joking? I don’t text back
but keep on falling for it
after the party i’m wiping grease out of the pan
the soft shape of a problem and the shoulders of a man
be sure to remember phone and wallet and your keys
o for the sailor treads on sublimated seas
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4. |
Mare
03:32
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the work of foremen told of traction
so roads of grass turn gold in patches
i walked you home, a swollen passage
of sunsoaked older stones and foggy glass
connecting zones where horses stole away
and when the subway slows we’re laughing
and keep our knuckles rolled in passion
you know my throat, it’s like your own
just as you’ve grown a moment’s home:
a hybrid fear of every coming day,
the line that steers the steed another way
the wine and beer the kids wont throw away
a tiny tear, an eyelash blown away
and when the stallion wakes he charges
through rivers cold and rough and argent
we move alone, on side-by beats
i’m not the mare in tow i long to be
arriving just before the cavalcade
and swept out past the blinking motorways
a brineside pier where hymns are stowed away
in separate zones the horses rode away
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5. |
Tresemme Instrumental
03:41
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6. |
Modern Guilt
06:02
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[the good old days]
so below
the portico
the drink I hold
the clapping sound that I’m waiting for
are hoards of clothes
rows of skulls
if we find in the oldest tome
a line broken by the centerfold—
“have you gotten called by name?
cause I want you here with me”
o to hold
those tokens rolled
while I loved checkin out the show
that’s not the game that I play anymore
have you gotten called by name?
now I want you to be here soon
[the year 1970]
[the past dissolves woefully into the future]
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7. |
Garden
03:13
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old man of cars if I belong to you
or if a fissure that allows the vessel through
becomes a scar, a fetish marking up a clover burning
then you will know me as no others do
everything I want, everything I want
everything I want, everything I want
everything I want, everything I want
everything I want, everything I want
and in the park I am a woman out of view
and where the sun is beating on a blanket cruel
if you can ease me where the autumn leaves are overturning
you’d be the one to beckon from me what is true
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8. |
Bedsong
02:57
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lucy, on your own
there’s a terrifying throne
that the loose sleeve of your robe curtains neatly
lucid and alone
it is fair to reach your phone
if you want me lying prone with my eyes closed
elusive and demure
well a few things have no cure
if dressing up in fur has no romance
but who said it gets worse in a clarifying verse?
when it flips into reverse, I feel better
though I know it’s still with me
there’s a couple lonely moments I have wondered
and we choose when it ends
and we stumble back to bed
and the whole world reaps and rends and sows sweetly
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9. |
New Excellent World
04:43
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these things we mourn:
warming you in the arms of an alley
pieces were torn
scorned and strewed by the winds of the valley
[railroad steam in the distance]
babies are born
warm and new under sheets in the bedroom
these rings are worn
holding you like a burl under branches
when the flames on the lake that will never be near
reach the days that press flat in the shape of a year
and the round running cattle on pastures so clear
or the wagons and saddles across the frontier
and I had dropped all the calls
and what was lost in the fall?
a new exhaustion upon our
sorry halls and our crossbeams
nothing was sworn
warning you is a secret pleasure
saturday morning
(sores / soars) in the breath of a tire leaking
[train approaches]
so the arc close its arms round the end of the line
and the weight of the world will not rest on a spine
on the couch in the daylight when everything’s fine
for the sprouts in the clay that reach into the vines
another plot in the sprawl
and that’s the cost of it all
and i was lost till you called
and now we pause and we stall
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Asher White Providence, Rhode Island
new shoes. birthday is feb 21 2000
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