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Tell me
Tell me that I’m good enough
That I’m not too far gone
That I am interesting
That daunts in my leafing
The great poets
Whose mapping made mine like a fly midst tea leaves
It’s early ruined and riddled with stutter so I’d best
Learn my steps
So delicate a dance to days raucous song
To maintain when thinly wrong’s afoot
Like yarns length in mail casing
Like yarns length in mail casing
That daunts in my leafing
The great poets
Whose mapping made mine like a fly midst tea leaves
It’s early ruined and riddled with stutter so I’d best
Learn my steps
So delicate a dance to days raucous song
To maintain when thinly wrong’s afoot
Like yarns length in mail casing
Like yarns length in mail casing
Like yarns length in mail casing
When I’m reading my favorite books
I can't help but feel inadequate like
I’ll never be interesting enough to have a collection of prose written about me and
Ultimately that’s my goal
To be written about
To be written about
To be written about
To be written about about about to be written about
To be written about
To be written about
To be written about about about to be written about
To be written about
Like fronds that to clay trail
Only in disappointment
Till the romantics of early shrivel surely wears away
And it surely wears away
I’ll never see it
And worse yes it is to ask that
Maybe you’ll think about me later
And I’ll have written about you later
I’ll have written about you
Later
Later
And maybe you’ll think about me
Maybe you’ll think about me
Maybe
Maybe you’ll think about me
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Lecture
04:20
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Steak’d from ear to ear in prayer like wooden spasticity
This gray that wriggles till pursed on my tongue
Same that might with a choke cherry plucked but
I need to say this
And so we’ll build a series of walls and
Take the days easy apart like stomping wasps
From the lecture to confessional
That doesn’t sound quite right
From the lecture to confessional
It’s gotta be around here somewhere
From the lecture to confessional
It doesn’t always add up
And from the lecture to confessional
I can’t always say it
And from the lecture to confessional
Isn’t it always too late
I did exactly what I wanted to
But the words
No I’m far too a coward to say
From the lecture to the confessional
And from the lecture to the confessional
And from the lecture to the confessional
And from the lecture to the confessional
Mine stood like copse leaden blue as
Sobers in shower and then comes the knowing and
The knowing and the knowing and the knowing and
I cannot extend my feelings to you wrapped pretty
All but the truth left on the table because
I did exactly what I wanted to
I did exactly what I wanted to
I did
Exactly what I wanted to
Exactly what I wanted to
Exactly what I wanted to
Exactly what I wanted to
…
From the lecture to confessional
Isn’t it always too late
From the lecture to confessional
Isn’t it always too late
From the lecture to confessional
Isn’t it always too late
From the lecture to confessional
Isn’t it always
Always too late
Isn’t it always too late
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I like it here right now
I like it here right now
I like it here right now
The love from the blinds
And I’m having your face
Till the kitchen’s corner
And the pose of your blade
I like it here right now
I like it here right now
The love from the blinds
And I’m having your face
Till the kitchen’s corner
And the pose of your blade
I like it here right now
I like it here right
And it was never money
Set down the bottle and show me something
I’m looking out through the window
I’m coming
And it was never money
Set down the bottle and show me something
I’m looking out through the window
I’m coming
And it was never money
Set down the bottle and show me something
I’m looking out through the window
I’m coming
I’m coming
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Drunk to death
03:22
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Plains coffered with handles to nowhere
Such sprawled o’ pannelings walled and brambly
Plains coffered with handles to nowhere the
Shag rug and I know this as pitious blur
Is it so much that I feel this intensely
Enough so that I’d be no ceiling to you
Is it so much that I feel this intensely
Enough so that I’d be no ceiling to you
And lifting
But a finger does to vastness like
Like sliver’d bark
Fed to a stove
How wrong how wrong
Though I’d not allow myself to know it
Though I’d not allow myself to know it
Though I’d not
I’m so tired of you asking me to react and you
Asking me to be open
When I’m right here
The ceilings a stern face
The ceilings a stern face
And damn
And damn I envy so the deliberatively impossible
I can’t
Push away with gravy and be alone
Wishing for someone
I can’t
Push away with gravy and be alone
Wishing for someone
Plains coffered with handles to nowhere
Such sprawled o’ pannelings walled and brambly
Plains coffered with handles to nowhere the
Shag rug and I know this as pitious blur
Is it so much that I feel this intensely
Enough so that I'd be no ceiling to you
Is it so much that I feel this intensely
Enough so that I’d be no ceiling to you
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5. |
The gash
05:33
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Best that stabbed
Knew to huff a wick
Then of gust
A wick be buried
Well I’ve seen it
So take a look
Since I’d
Forget to breathe
Best that stabbed
Knew to huff a wick
Then of gust
A wick be buried
Well I’ve seen it
So take a look
Since I’d
Forget to breathe
Best that stabbed
Knew to huff a wick
Then of gust
A wick be buried
Well I’ve seen it
So take a look
Since I’d
Forget to breathe
Best that stabbed
Knew to huff a wick
Then of gust
A wick be buried
Well I’ve seen it
So take a look
Since I’d
Forget to breathe
Past she saw the gash in her carriage
Past she saw the gash in her carriage
Her carriage
Nursed the scab into a wound but I’d dare
Never to peep it
But tired rows o’ tired rows
Wouldn’t you but
Mind it and leave it I’ll
Nurse the scab into a wound but I’d dare
Never to peep it
But tired rows o’ tired rows
Wouldn’t you but
Mind it and leave it I’ll
I’ll hide it better
I’ll hide it better
I’ll hide it better
I’ll hide it better
Is anything ever enough
Is
Is anything ever truly going to be good
Is there
Is there a point where I’ll have security in my art and in my abilities
To speak
To speak and be listened to
Beyond the vacant nodding
The nodding heads
Something
Something truthful
Something insightful
Is there
Is there anything
Is anything
Is anything ever
Ever enough
Best that stabbed
Knew to huff a wick
Then of gust
A wick be buried
Well I’ve seen it
So take a look
Since I’d
Forget to breathe
Best that stabbed
Knew to huff a wick
Then of gust
A wick be buried
Well I’ve seen it
So take a look
Best that stabbed
Knew to huff a wick
Then of gust
A wick be buried
Well I’ve seen it
So take a look
Since I’d
Forget to breathe
Best that stabbed
Knew to huff a wick
Then of gust
A wick be buried
Well I’ve seen it
So take a look
I’ve seen it
I’m sorry I’ll hide it better
Past she saw the gash in her carriage
Past she saw the gash in her carriage
Her carriage
I’ll hide it better
I’ll hide it better
I’ll hide it better
I’ll hide it better
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Plug as you like
With chipped pews and pills and sexual desires
I’m sorry but as I it’s drained
You’ve only just missed it
Away like the sting
Of cuss and so mother done slapped it away
Away a hand
Longer a second that you’ve failed it’s reach so plug away then
But you’ve only just missed it
But you’ve only just missed it
But you’ve only just missed it
But you’ve only just missed it
O’ I’ve been sawn
And wedged what spit up
And damned me more
O’ anywhere
Where lukeish milk trickles from rust holed pots onto the floor and I’m
Less stead
To cup
To cup
To cup
To cup the goodness
To cup
To cup the goodness
To cup the good
To cup the good
And to cup the good
And to cup
The good
To cup
The good
And to cup
The good
And to cup
The good
And to cup the
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Loftily that
Condensates
Tween the tilings where
Never the window
And the window with all of its arms
And it’s arms the grace of knowing
And easier the trottoir
Than yours are
Coffered and hiding
Than yours are
Coffered and hiding
Please open up
And let me into your countenance
Please open up
And let me into your countenance
I’m sleeping in
With palms as I know that I should
Please open up
And let me into your countenance
I’d like to
Where where’d you
I’d like to
Where where’d you go
Where where’d you go
I’d like to know
I’d like to know
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Along
Along the ditch
Along the ditch till town
Along
Along the ditch
Along the ditch till town
Along the ditch till town
Along the ditch till town
I’d leap from canvas in acrylic clumps
As passer’s my witness
Gold wrapped in pale ribbons these
Legs that span fields but so in good riddance
Where marble still’d
And I’m laughing through sermons
Pebbles my lips trilling like
Skips gone awry
Along the ditch till town
I’ll tire and loose the lashes from ‘neath
My brightly shirts
A hiccup
Sort of inopportunity
What good could detach me the embarrassment
From hands a slipping weed
And I notice
The way you look like sex is the television and falling asleep
And I take no beauty in saying it
Drunk driving an ATV as sun’s rounding and I’ll be strangled with skip rope
Sideways two by fours nailed ‘tween the trunks
And my bed in the closet
Never as long as I reach the next turnoff
The next turnoff
The slope
Swallowed so bush might trace what raised red
And every plant so snaked my nerves like stopped and
Caught by the windshields
Cast of iron
See me
Beside the highway
And a blush would boil your cheeks
So run
Run away
Run if ever a choice in the leave
So run
Run away
Run if ever a choice in the leave
So run
Run away
Run if ever a choice in the leave
So run
Run away
Run if ever a choice in the leave
It’s your fault I hadn’t a choice
I was just a kid
Along
Along
Along
Along
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Truck Violence Montreal, Québec
Truck Violence (Montréal, QC) is a medley that wails its way through the bitters of modern Western Canadian hardcore and folk, an honesty and shamelessness in disappointment that is both a comfort and a stern regard.
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