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primfry (a cartoon)
01:57
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primfry wakes up before dawn
what does he intend to do today?
primfry’s asleep in the street
didn’t even make it to his car
see how he rolls in his sleep
see how he dreams of running
see how his arms are bent
as if to say wait up
primfry’s a friend to the worm
says he has a good taste for decay
primfry’s a body of waves
look at how he takes his salt lick plain
see how he opens his door
see how he first steps away
see how he’s folded in half
as if to say wait up
wait up
wait up
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winter crow
01:53
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winter crow’s dandy’s pallor glows
in the slow approach of the spring evening
flies low with the river boats
as the statues grow starts to keening
old growth of the altar snow
past the littered bones and the writing
crow intones what the river knows
all the telephones have been abandoned
a body broken by the chase
would let his innocent heart race
a bullet charmed to a slow pace
came wafting in on a tuesday
in contemplation of his fate
picking the scabs of the highway
he knows the statue by its face
the nest he built between the graves
what we know of the bastard crow’s
scrawled in florid prose bound in lichen
what it bodes when the crow flies home
at the violent close of the fighting
all alone with the river’s flow
sand still dark from snow sits benighted
singing stones of the undertow
kick the weathered crow one for fighting
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ring around the apple patch
six games forfeited to
six games forfeited to darkened noon
you’re the one i wanna catch
can we stop running in
can we stop running in circles soon?
draw a line and make a match
what’s a boy on his recess
a boy on his recess to do?
hang a locket on a latch
no one’s looking in here
no one’s looking in here for us two
no one is watching no one is watching
no one is watching us
no one is watching no one is watching
set a rabbit for a trap
we’ll sit counting waiting
sitting counting waiting for the moon
who can read a blackened map
can’t be sure we ever
can’t be sure we ever make it thru
i’m the shadow at your back
i’m still something like the
i’m still something like the boy you knew
if it’s soft here in the black
we can sleep here maybe
we can sleep here all the way til june
and when we wake up and when we come out
there will be no sky
but you and i know as we are swinging
this will be our flight
no one is watching…
ring around the apple patch
six games forfeited to dark
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dread flowws
01:04
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equanimity is so hard to maintain
in an old society where everything is assumed
and the things you wanna say have been said for you
so the only thing to do is try and fail to explain
the dread flows
warm green and rising from underground
dread flows
where every word will return
the dread flows
sad imitation of renewal
dread flows
unnatural to wait for what no one should expect
but easy to forget when you feel anger rise up
knowing who your friends are not makes everything more fun
if we can guess what you enjoy then what’s left to reject?
the dread flows
warm green and rising from underground
dread flows
where every word will return
the dread flows
sad imitation of renewal
dread flows
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turning to look at home
02:30
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walking home wishing i was walking home alone
with you
walking home wishing i was walking home at home
lifted like a leaf by the rubber sole of your shoe
breakfast in a sky lighted den
grumpy men upstairs stamp their feet
snacking under cover of rugs
honey in a bowl of sour cream
writing home wishing i was writing home from home
alone
writing home wishing i liked talking on the phone
the gravity of ken in the end
well-appointed cabinets and shelves
play some tricky things on guitar
read the birth announcement again
when you were born you looked just like a little alien
i’d look at your picture and think, phone home
when my next birthday comes, i’ll finally be old enough to own
land
do i remember?
in my sleep
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murdering birds
01:35
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i’d rather be murdering birds my boys
than stealing the food from their cage
i’d rather be stealing my words by choice
than making up ones i can’t say
i’m sick to the heart and i’m scared my boys
tonight will come sleep or come seize
illumine the bowers of my art fair voice
or show me the way to the sea
don’t forget about me god dammit
come find me asleep at the cliffs my boys
come lay the rocks all at my feet
my legs will be crossed and alive of course
and you had better let me be
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hot postulates
01:26
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could the wind deliver you to my door
further than the cigarettes at the store
take forever to come open the door
you’re my friend meet me at night at the store
if you win would you let squirrels die for nothing?
cause it’s unfair to burn a book in the winter
gravel pit your overture to the neighbors
let them climb impotent kings of this fertile vale
laughter from the hooded girls
swollen pine beneath their feet
weather conquers the divine
broke a fist against a parking restriction
rode the wind and choked on corpses of roaches
i still smoke i know i promised i would quit
slow me down or i’ll doze through the good traffic
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i trust a bus driver
02:05
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i got the wish that i asked for
the moon in the sky in the daytime
it’s not the color of cars in the winter
but the churning of flour thru the sifter
i only wish we’d roll more slowly
the medicine has its promise to keep
the weight of the world in bananas
the baby will come when it’s ready
i only walk in the snow when it’s raining
rusting my joints like a spider in deep space
i only wish we’d roll more smoothly
the medicine has its promise to keep
politely breathing my heart on the dojo floor
i trust a bus driver
i trust a bus driver
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wagonstroke
01:36
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do i like puzzles or don’t i?
probably more
having my hand held
oh hi hello how are you?
oh i see
i’m here if you need to talk to me
moving parts will make moving hearts
sweet as anything
the silence of this car maddens me
blue green grey blue green grey
save for me your most secret frown
frown for me secretly
it’s easier to arrive with a past
than to stay seeking appropriate gifts
the hand grips the cheek
both bleed
there’s many rooms here
moving parts will make moving hearts
sweet as anything
moving parts will make moving hearts
sweet as anything
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10. |
bird of burden
02:05
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alone in a room with a vacuum
and a surge has just blown all the outlets out
oh what an ego you have my boy
bound as if glued to the handle
of an instrument not suited to my use
oh birds of burden listen to my voice
it’s familiar in a way that i choose not to understand
the taste on the tip of my tongue it
tastes like bitter
but it’s sweet like stolen candy
i’ll wait for you as for the moon in summer
the games of chess get shorter every time
oh i’ve yet to see one all the way thru
think of me as a balloon of feeling
deflate me and you’ll bring me back to earth
or risk me drifting into the blue
it brings me no joy to know that the daylight will hit me soon
the best part of night is the moon that’s the worst part of
summer too
it’s familiar in a way that i choose not to understand
the taste on the tip of my tongue it
tastes like bitter x3
but it’s sweet like stolen
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circuits care
02:55
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microscopic no light here
but architects’ impressions
before you could say it darkens
the impulse passes thru it
watch the seagulls swoop inland
the mating songs are ceasing
they quibble up on the wind
they must relate to ideas
they’ve got to wonder why they’ve led each other here
walk sign flashing thru the fog
the prayer comes uninvited
a very dark thing designed for
a quite specific purpose
people reeling thru lamplight
the circuitry bird chirps care
this is the world of concern
this is the world that precedes
this is the world i was born obligated to
i would ask you if you knew whether
in the morning you hear me better
between the motorbikes and the weather
it’s 3 o clock in the morning, remember?
i would ask you if it gets better
3 in the morning and you just remembered
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modesty dictates
02:48
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take the train tomorrow downtown
make sure there isn’t anyone around
i’ll be waiting how does that sound?
i’ll keep my outside voice down
or should i ride my bike to your house?
promise i’ll be quiet as a louse
i’m deferential and i won’t grouse
so can i be with you now?
please say okay
please don’t tire of me yet love
i’ve yet to go beyond and above
ever since you’ve been calling my bluff
too much is never enough
i don’t like the feel of my bed
can’t i loan you a pillow instead
even if it is all in my head
i won’t forget what you said
please say okay…
i’ll show you how little it means to me
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13. |
warm coins
02:10
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warm intestines of the nation
swollen heads of waffle eaters
power power power and authority
give them guns and orders for skins
buy them clothes and multiply them
power to the greater efficiency
elephants of war march over
mountains made of wrapping paper
yellow fiction bleeding purple
crystals etched by glaciers in sunset hues
put all your money on
winter sun not going down
wreath yourself all around
with your father’s clementines
(let them ring) whites of their eyes
(let them ring) echoes of shouts
(let them ring) round the ditch side
(let them wring) all of it out
winter sun not going down…
histories of secret wishes
won’t leave out the dear departed
power power power for authority
i’m not hidden from my history
only from its secret mission
power power power to the pillory
glory to the flagship midas
finally found the empty island
no one will eat blandly again
luster luster luster in monochrome
power luster power in monochrome
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iffin Seattle, Washington
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