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clipperton
02:01
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i’ve seen you stumbling by the sidewalk
contemplating cracks in the ground
freshly poured concrete
is pouring on down
i put my arm around you at the party
but you got up and left
in the corner you were crying
a funny looking mess
i’m wrapped in a blanket
full of empty arguments
with my parents and friends
i’m begging for a dead end
or a red light to stop me or something
in a green glass jar
pouring out like a fog
pouring out from a mental asylum
in the ballroom with the pipe of lead
i want to be friends again
clipperton
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2. |
dovebaths
03:34
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i was surprised
to find you where i left you
your hello kitty became a lioness
in your square white bedroom
talking on your comforter
comforting almost nothing
i resist the urge
to lean in and see if you’re bluffing
make sure you don’t go off
and hurt yourself
bird of prey above
i’m jealous of your health
i know you loved the massacre
and maybe I did too
i’d never liberate the truth
even though I said i did to you
i bet you want to see me strip
and ill flap and squawk, caw and bathe
my feathers hiding something else underneath
and death’s on my mind, babe
make sure you don’t go off
and hurt yourself
bird of prey above
i’m jealous of your health
and on your mark
i’ll chirp a response
my inner city garden
carefully plotted
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3. |
new sincerity
04:31
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i used to play the part of mercutio
his soliliquy, what it means to me
for paper courtesy and the mentally
destructive tornado addiction to those
as my childhood remnants flew up someones nose
freed from a sleepwalk cell
and replaced it quickly with a private hell
scorching myself until I’m tired, lay inside
awake and wired, friends conspire
i’ve become a very good liar
the city's comfortable and flatter
arrested at the border of canada
but have i gotten even fatter?
am i man enough yet? sorry
sometimes i’d like to lift my hands
and throttle the man behind instagram
fervently wanting from many silver pilots
or was the color of your eyes deep deep violet?
you don’t know where i am
you don’t know who i’ve been
i put all my tears in a ziplock bag
carried away on the antlers of a stag
gardens and pools scenic and groovy
clapping during the credits of a movie
yes nature is beautiful i’ve heard that spiel
needing to step on legos to feel
logic comes undone eventually
its all so trite but really? seriously?
how am i to deal with this new sincerity
processes running more spherically
down down down down downtrodden in waves
unsheathing my body to flagellate
time speeding horrendously
i cannot cry myself to sleep
finding comfort in sloth and pride
vain in costume so divine
pleasures no longer unwind
and I’m running out of time
I’m running out of time
I’m running out of time
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4. |
dreaming is boring
03:07
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laying out here
resting my eyes
laying in the reeds
for just awhile
the ground rebuffs me
pink lacquered nails
the complacent sleep
all dreams are derailed
and now its just shivering
glancing around the room
as if it’s a future tomb
impending doom
stiff cotton blouse
betrays the scent of bile
it pummeled your question
unconsciously smiled
darling hold me
isn’t it so awkward
battered old projector screen
your dampness finds only disgust no comfort
now
wanting only all
slip out of your nightgown
while i beat my head into the wall
you’ve grown so tall
achilles tendon
was sliced open and i
couldn’t mend it
flayed out lungs
and fuck my throat
i miss it the most
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5. |
gogo yubari
01:57
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letting the boulder crush me seems nice and hip
but i keep getting up to check my phone, and this
ignorance is blissfully simple i remain morose
turning to rage is still better than reciting my prose
so now I’m playing hard and fast
forgetting about all of the ash awaiting me
overwhelming my mental state in lockdown
let my primal hatred pull me to the ground
so far i’ve been held back by this banality
substituting records for personality
don’t be misled
I’ve been living in bed
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6. |
couriers
05:22
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orpheus never looked back
you wept as he did not turn
leaving your hand in that fire
until you smell the burn
rendezvous in the blue
low lit room of idolatry
shake up all your dead corpses
make them play for keeps
your kind of touching can’t be nothing
meaningless messages for free
overboard unapplied up you climbed
i’ll call you my persephone
blackberry gnarls and thorns
not very good at reciprocating hugs
still you seek out the taste
of sweetness that hinted at love
your kind of touching can’t be nothing
meaningless messages for free
overboard unapplied up you climbed
i’ll call you my persephone
were you just listening to your heart
that’s something i cannot disdain
were you just letting yourself go
i’ve been trying to do the same
im afraid of the dark
im afraid of the police
the weight of my head
is now folding my knees
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