1. |
Branches of Blood
04:20
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The girl I love is
paper.
her heart -- a cascade
of origami
swans sending
her words north
through the branches of blood.
she is a forest full
of hanging
lanterns.
(sometimes
I still get lost there.)
she showed me
the ink that strangers put on her – once
screams carved
into bark, cruel calligraphy
stretched
across porcelain roots dragging
deep into the earth.
it was hard to read.
the black letters
crossed themselves – eventually.
the girl I love
is paper who wants to burn,
who wants the ink
to bleed out
from her mouth like solar flares
and run
into my darkness
every night.
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Happy Birthday 2001
03:46
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This is me
Standing in your driveway, taking sips of homemade wine
Talking to your cousin, trying not to seem like a kid
Floating up your staircase, eating pizza off of the floor
(chorus)
I don’t miss you
You’re not a person that I think about a lot
And I don’t mean for that to come off as a slight
But sometimes when the air is right and
Comes in through the window at night
This is me
Playing double dragon, smoking weed from a corn-cob pipe
In a house I can’t remember, stabbing at piano keys
Singing happy birthday, you were sixteen in two thousand and one
(chorus)
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3. |
Infinite Broken
03:19
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a few years ago
I was a poem,
read quietly while the sky
turned into a black coffin
then glass,
then oak
and when the cold came
my hands were shattered
diamonds of poor syntax
trying to make sense
of my infinite
broken wordless
-ness.
my only problem with winter
was the way it left me
(lost when the sunlight hit
mouthing the words
laughter. joy. I need your love.
to myself while outside
the world laughed
cruelly.
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4. |
Kent Lame
03:22
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i met crystal hazard
in providence, rhode island
on a thursday night, september, nineteen eighty
we’d spend two days with
two friends of mine
confused on acid in coastal massachusetts
three days later, I would lose a forklift job I never liked
but for now, it’s still september fourth
crystal dances on into the woods, aglow in silver beams of moonlight
that night we’d sleep upon the stream bank
by the waterside, I will lay my head
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5. |
Snowden
03:08
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