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Hi-C.
05:02
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Amazingly calm, I slip out of a skin.
Maybe not by the hair on my chin,
but at least by the skin of my teeth.
I blow like the wind.
I float like a leaf.
Under a skeleton grin,
I look into the water and -
once again I release and I slowly descend into darkness.
The fungus born on the park bench glows.
And tickles your nose.
And drips from the drywall
into your eyeball.
Onto your clothes and your pillowcases and your sheets and -
murmurs to your heart as it beats
"You're an ocean of blood
swimming out in an ocean of gas."
Dropping in through a hole in the sky.
Looking up from the foot of a hydrogen blast.
God can't help you now.
(Trying hard
God can't help you now.
to remember
God can't help you now.
what's going on.)
How does it feel to believe, my beloved?
And love it even as you hover above it?
And leave it as something to covet until
by the strength of your will
you give in and
shove it
in your face?
For a taste.
CMB from the depths of space and dust particles in the attic
are like anything: enveloped in the static.
And the thoughts in my head are erratic.
If I gave it to you would you break it?
Or keep it safe?
With the key on the dresser as I lay to rest in a body that's naked.
Dirty and sacred.
Wicked and lovely.
Dust of the heavens above me.
As the memory of me
shines.
God can't help you now.
(Trying hard
God can't help you now.
to remember
God can't help you now.
what's going on.)
Amazingly well,
I slip out of my head.
Stepping over a body as dead as the nail sticking out the door.
I'm hovering over the floor.
I'm hovering over the floor.
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I'm raising my arms.
Higher now than before.
It's because I'm a star that can soar
through the heavens
and light up the sky.
I spread out my wings and prepare to fly.
As I'm engaging my core
I look into a fire.
Open the door
of a path in my lungs
from the floor
to an airway.
Unsure, the ascent of a stairway calls
with crumbling walls.
With shimmering twilight,
seen through a skylight,
dim with the fall of what seems are impossible things.
When night swallows the planet it sings
and my room is lit up.
Lighter still with my strings in the air.
Cuz it's destiny; everyone knows -
as the rest of my glimmers and glows
in its glare.
Where we will end,
nothing has yet to show us.
But everyone knows
what's going on.
What would it take to be loving and living
and living with all the love that's given
and leave all the drivel I've driven in droves
from the coves at the mouth of the mountain
risen in my heart?
For a start,
rocks erode. All the oceans part
for me and my stoic facade.
Now in everything,
I encounter a god.
And my body's as wet as a cod
as I crawl on the sands of the beaches
with every limb
in a skin that's as naked and soft and as fuzzy as that of a peach's.
Wondrous creatures drop from the branches,
separating,
trading glances.
As everything dances
in outer space.
In everything,
too numerous to number.
Awake
or asleep with curtains drawn.
I'm trying really hard to remember.
I'm raising myself
up and out of my bed.
Into a pool of purple orange red
as a shadow grows in my room,
playing with the light like an inflating balloon.
I try to remember my dreams,
which is sometimes trickier than it seems,
no matter whatever they are.
But it's fun,
even when it's hard.
Our life moves in spirals.
Up and down, the dial flows
into the current.
Flows into the sea.
Bodies gently swaying,
floating on and on forever.
Now and forever.
More.
Forever more.
Forever more.
Forever more.
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I'm brushed by a mare.
In here, over there.
It's sucking on the thin air,
swallowing the glow
of opening eyes.
As purplish skies become
embedded in the sunrise, stuck
in the window.
As I open again.
Make way as I open again.
Solar panels absorbing the rays.
The black plastic is a cover that lays on this
warm meat.
I really wanna kiss the asphalt.
My fingertips,
dancing sunny-side up
on the warm street.
What am I what am I what am I.
White limousine
galloping away from a long night.
Spilled milk, tumbling again.
And the circle keeps
spiraling
deep.
Deep
into the dark.
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
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4. |
Spinstress (m)
08:53
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'Tis early and beautifully
opening all anew to me.
It's such a familiar skin,
but I know it's not
what it used to be.
Gee.
You're cute.
All wrapped up in a human suit, like -
"Listen everybody,
I'm a lil late but I'm still coming to the party,
hold tight -"
as I hold my breath.
In the dream of a dying planet.
Wandering around.
New day
in a brand new town.
There's garbage on the ground.
A fetus on the floor.
So who were you before?
Steal a kiss
cigarette
"Just use your fingers. See?
It's pretty wet."
Where was I?
"Who were you?"
I forget -
it was so dark when we met.
Strolling
through an open door.
It's black as the dead of night.
And if no one cares
to spare a light
then what's the window
open for?
I head out to take a smoke and -
goddammit my lighter's broke.
And I'm spinning out of gear.
But you whisper in my ear,
and say,
"Baby I'ma teach you how to spin. Simply make a circular motion and fade
away
'til you're scared
and still here."
Take it slow.
Ring around my head like a halo.
Take it slow.
Ring around my head like a halo.
Take it slow.
Ring around my head like a halo.
Take it slow.
Ring around my head like a halo.
Misanthrope.
No I can't.
Cantaloupe.
One can pray.
One can hope
for a day
where I say
I do.
Mister Mark.
How you glow
in the dark
as you grow
on a park bench,
sun-drenched night
below.
All is right
with
the world.
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this is hell
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6. |
"Olly olly."
05:13
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The murmur of a starling stain
on the force majeure of a windy plain
encompasses an empty train
on it's way to [INSERT HERE].
I suppose it must be an appointment.
If it's a disappointment,
make it just disappear.
The shimmer of a star ingrained
in the lost allure of the open plane
accompanies a passing train
on it's way to
god knows where or -
What's living on my window?
In the prism of a rainbow made of dust
and gossamer.
And lately,
overworking my fingers.
The tremor in the open plane,
like a gust of wind through a weather vane
rings false.
Because there's nothing there.
I pull it out of rail-thin air
completely.
While forgetting to breathe.
My heart beats
out of reach of my sleeve.
Everybody's hiding place.
Olly olly oxenfree.
Everybody's smiling face.
And me.
Staring out a window
from the prison of a shadow
made of silk and
fantasy.
And lately,
overworking my fingers.
I don't want a hiding place.
I just wanna fly in space.
Ollyaholyhollyallyaholyaholyahah.
Olly olly oxenfree.
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Through the windows
there's a nice breeze,
as the wind blows
through the birch trees.
Sucking on your ten toes.
Licking on your knees.
Swallowing your clothes.
But please
bring a raincoat.
For the morning sun is
chilling in the same boat
as the roaring thunderclouds.
As we open
like a pocket knife,
so we soak in
all the wildlife that grows.
Everywhere the wind blows.
Through the windows,
there's a slight haze
as the air flows
through the airways.
And my ten toes,
on the grass graze.
As the wind blows
the daze of awareness
like an open wound
struggling to share this
hot air balloon.
As we open
to embrace the sky,
so we soak in the bird
and the fly
that glows.
Everywhere the wind blows.
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"Snap crackle pop!"
05:05
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I have new eyes.
But you?
You have no ears to hear me say,
"I felt your presence at the corner store."
Today,
I bought some ice cream
as a present for myself.
To push the ennui out my way.
Nothingness is ok.
Cuz every eyeball
can see through drywall
if there's a peephole.
So many people
live out their days
in disguise.
And hover several inches off the ground;
above the awesome sound of
snap snap crackle poppin in the head.
Snap snap crackle poppin in the head.
Snap snap crackle poppin in the head.
Snap snap crackle poppin in the head.
Blueberry pies.
And though you have nowhere to shove them in,
I fill the freezer at the bakery.
Again.
Am I in crisis?
And hiding from myself
a vinegar tonic
and gin.
Behind a toothy grin.
Cuz with my eyes closed
I still see spirals.
And endless halos
all off their payrolls.
Spending their days
on demise,
and digging tunnels deep into the ground.
Below the awesome sound of
snap snap crackle poppin in the head.
Snap snap crackle poppin in the head.
Snap snap crackle poppin in the head.
Snap snap crackle poppin in the head.
Don't be surprised
if one day
you lose
something you've found
within the awesome sound of
snap snap crackle poppin in the head.
Snap snap crackle poppin in the head.
Snap snap crackle poppin in the head.
Snap snap crackle poppin in the head.
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9. |
"Fantasy star."
06:57
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Oh the heavens, you're such a tease.
But you come on strong.
As the branches of the twisted trees,
so the night is long.
And surrounds me.
Swallowing whole
my fear.
Oh my heavens, you're such a gas.
Am I right or wrong?
Like a present from the distant past
in the form of song
all around me,
healing my soul.
I feel
all right
with the world.
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I'm trying really hard to remember
how I lost your number.
How I lost your name.
I find it really hard to explain.
In late September,
when I lost my summer,
nobody would take the blame.
I find it really hard to retain
the birch trees.
And the willows.
And the waxwings
through the windows.
The reflections
balance on the windowsill,
where you don't.
Where are you?
(In the morning
Where are you?
where I lay?
Where are you?
Evidently you have gone away.)
Where are you?
(In the evening
Where are you?
where I pray?
Where are you?)
Evidently nothing's here to stay,
but I'm trying really hard to remember
how I got this numb. And nothing but the bones remain.
I'm trying really hard to explain.
In late September,
my endless summer ended with the bedsheets stained.
And everything I knew became a duckling
out of water.
And the dead thing
on the shoulder
of the highway reaching into endless night,
where you don't.
Where are you?
(In the morning
Where are you?
where I lay?
Where are you?
Evidently you have gone away.)
Where are you?
In the evening
Where are you
where I pray?
Where are you?
Evidently nothing's here to stay.)
(We've all seen the way the ashes rise.
But out bodies have yet to realize.
Despite all our desperate pleas and cries,
we all know that everything dies.)
Where are you?
(In the morning
Where are you?
where I lay?
Where are you?
Evidently you have gone away.)
Where are you?
In the evening
Where are you
where I pray?
Where are you?
Evidently nothing's here to stay.)
So much for my endless summer.
So much for my endless summer.
So much for my endless summer.
So much for my end.
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Alchemy breathing.
05:32
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calf in quiet cold
wombless aches in bones & blood
frozen meets the morn
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art in making fire
moods like air vents open / close
alchemy breathing
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piglets squeal surreal
corn meal mud poop - goop rampage
new life carries pain
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