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Switch Chairs
03:48
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Withandin (Good Company)
02:41
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sitting forward
in my salon
always with and in
good company
mazurka settles in
as a warm bath
a warm night visits
in spite of the season
we tabled green brown raisin
cassis and french red
the occasion, red
the occasion, red
the occasion
only butter
always with and in
good substance
remained appropriate
to the occasion
to the occasion
to the occasion
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3. |
Harper Collins
02:43
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Never will oblivion,
mine or yours,
universal yawning lion,
darken my heart.
I shook down death to dance,
it moved so fast
my past forgot itself
and stood pat.
Folk returns to all
glass or otherwise despised
soccer trance sweater
rhythm unifies.
Is it our fault
we have no language
common shoveling weaknesses?
Eat stale bread again.
I wrote that with a pencil.
It only seems that pencils
are best
at erasing themselves.
They'd call me Harper Collins,
pay to bind my spine in
but I haven't
got a cent on the books.
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4. |
Old Heat
03:23
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reengage in the last minute
business of saving sinners
long track south
fishbone song
brass tack trombone
bone bone bijou
rise up revival
paper windows
red oak doors
OLD HEAT
watch the floors
the boards know
where have your feet been
Sunday taffy under river
sweet color
without a lick of kelpy salt.
monk mirror
myself contrived
pray play long after
the river
washa my head
counting demons, subdivide
sugars, enough to thrive
as your heart is pure
paper windows
red oak doors
OLD HEAT
watch the floors
the boards know
where your feet been
applejax, twin seeds fell
into our deeper wells
sweetened with more
than a fingertip of sin
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sell your spine from the expression
wrists laden with refigured light
alloys, floating elements
palms long as a redlight
when she sings,
she invites doom
there is little but light between us
we live on
the power of love
when it comes, decorate the room
volant as raven bones
linen first, then later stones
rouged from the heartline
extended to the tips, your art and mine
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6. |
Song From My Daughter
01:27
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7. |
Vegetables
04:19
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mountain high clear skies
Snake River cool nights
drunk on snowmelt
Idaho russets thrive
eat the rich
they already ate your brother
eat the rich
while you still have teeth
sweet like the Ramapo
tall in sand or loam below
stake raised to red
perfect Jersey tomato
roost hens of the wood
steam where horses stood
field of button spawn
scented Chester County dawn
Mississippi rapids
mill hard red spring
breads and cakes are baking
brewed a golden drink
Valencia hesperidin
squeeze sweet hydration
sunny subtropical
Florida easy peel navel
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Chewed your brother
spit him out
catch the juices
trickle down
cook the rich in so much spice
lay the leftovers on ice
harissa, vindaloo
masala, barbecue
tandoori, paseeya
ras el hanout, berbere
togaroshi, baharat
szechuan, sazon
cook that shit in so much spice
lay the leftovers on ice
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Just send me out one bad man.
The same tracks trick time
repeating down the roads,
stay suspicious, the midwest
is baiting you with tornadoes.
Coastal cut mile milk,
Brentford disco set above
the mountains fell down
gully neck slept around
head garbage my ears
are wet to the ground.
When we abandoned
use of the lines,
I tried to steal away the tracks.
I didn't have the tools
I didn't have the time
to carry anything so heavy back.
That's all it took,
that's all it took,
stutterstep from rockers
to be a crook.
So few bad men
are warm blooded.
Can I drag with the din?
Shark tooth palm rubbing.
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9. |
Colera Napolitana
02:53
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arrive curling buffoons
armed with forbidden fruit
spittle ordinance rebellion
gorging cholera melon
high caliber of starch,
studs aplenty march
stepwise in homophony
life pours like gravy
day journey, no rush
all the spuds you brush
may share genetic space
meaningful constellations trace
from contacts. Convent grown
city rubble, dried figs thrown
rotting melon, public private
urine speeds the pile
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you left alone
measure faces grown
dally in the marketplace
ears on the price
dry bone
faced a growing home
rally around the fire
night and days arrive
pencils are best
when sharpened all the time
not surprised
you haven't found the line
mill, tarmac, boards
clock hand directors
eye level alchemy
shit to gold transform
born outside
without anything to know
underspecialized
for your part
new heat
before a new start
I watched the machinery
tear out their working hearts
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11. |
New Fruit
04:02
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wish I was born
in sixty or so
grow my hair long
fuck off in seventy-six
with nothing connected
but the beginning to the end
with nothing connected
but the beginning to the end
it's ok around
people to be
then bury the song
of your enemy
pay what you owe to the future
never sell off your say
pay what you owe to the future
never sell off your say
manufacture take root
nature designs new fruit
distend and digest
table lined elastics
together we'll tear
the heavens apart
in search of
a guiding/fading star
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12. |
Stegosaurus
02:18
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iced tinto melts quickly
warmed dermal plates
glass cuts skin deep
allergens spread on the face
like pork marrow
overboiled and green
broth flavor long lost
swamp set in between
bored with chairs, I dance
bored with chairs, I dance
seen dead hares
drained on ice
skinned in the sink
salted and spiced
Marco calls out flat
Earth drops the pool
minimal response
asleep before school
bored with chairs, I dance
bored with chairs, I dance
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13. |
Lee Van Cleef
02:13
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14. |
Iverson Cut
03:33
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face wrapped like a cold sandwich
it caught me
flat footed with tomorrow
as underexposed as the end of time
you can two meter my corpse
in a parking lot’s future
a bomb you can’t sweep
plant mine under a false, legible name
can't claim flatrate plutocracy
wood pulp pennies
sweatshop paper
a ligneous way of stating water
and a pass on Frank Rizzo policing
could be tattooed over my brachial artery
flags worn over the heart
sartorial like Betsy Ross plays her part
satori eludes the reproducing mind
pacific sardines in Sonoma oil
are the nicoiseries
of my new world children
new tin sound sweetened in lime
white city boys all wish
we were born Roman
we died along the Via
arrivederci saturnia
heaven in famiglia
shoo fly pie eventually
arrive upside down
Iverson cut to the gates
where the Big Dipper, Doctor
Kangaroo Kid await
Dorado theater
lift me to the only heaven there is.
Dorado theater
lift me to the only heaven there is.
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