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All Roads Out
02:36
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In thirteen years
the southernmost
of continents
gives up the ghost.
The empire has fallen
in the last year of our Lord
and all roads now
lead out from Rome
and streetlights follow you home.
We are sand
washed out to sea,
no tributes to
the memory
of those winter afternoons -
smoking cigarettes
behind saloons
from Kansas to Kalamazoo.
God knows what happened to you!
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In Digital
02:11
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I know you know
that I"m a know-it-all,
insufferable in digital
and I am a receiver
and you are radio, the signal
subliminal sends syllables
and nouns to the believers.
And here's another fact
I wish I checked in retrospect:
that spicks and specks are
only punctuation.
And at the Capital I genuflect
but my head is a wreck and
my heart is a mess and my
mouth is a vocation.
And you were always unreal-to-reel,
how did I ever fall for that?
All the liner notes you steal, the words,
the angry quotes come flooding back.
And you keep an uneven keel
as the Capital starts to crack.
You were always on reel-to-reel.
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I don't follow anybody
and nobody follows me
and so the three of us walk in circles
until we drown in the sea.
You said nothing doesn't matter
but muttered into your palm as though it should.
And so the three of us walk in circles
through a jumbled jagged neighborhood.
And we are moving
closer every day
to houses with high ceilings
where the voices fade away.
So by the time
our bodies hit the floor
you were half undressed
and out the door.
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Small Trades
02:25
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A list of don'ts.
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5. |
Weekend
03:46
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Half-cut and in quite a state
It's not the first time I've mistaken
me for someone else
and this is part confessional
but the confidence is parcel and
a part of someone else.
A mantra underneath your breath:
if it's attention that you want, my dear, well attention you shall get
and I am never second-best
but by design I'm yours, I sign off every last request.
The mandate is for better love
in better homes with better fathers,
mothers and the like.
And I can take that second shove:
a breakdown and a weekend and
a doo-wop part you like.
A mantra underneath your breath:
if it's attention that you want, my dear, well attention you shall get
and I am never second-best
but by design I'm yours, I sign off every last request.
A mantra underneath your breath:
if you hate yourself, well, that's about as sad as I'd expect
but don't you ever second-guess
that nasal whine, the country voice that you hide in your chest.
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