1. |
Saga's Sword
03:06
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were you ever curious
how the stars fell into their
present arrangement?
there was a series of accidents
and then the witnesses all blinked
into witnessing and who gives a fuck
about the clowns
and their instruments
resting on the bed
of this young lake?
and i was a young girl
and i waded in shallow waters
and i felt the silt and stone
and i felt too young to be their steward
if i’m washed away
if i’m washed away
waiting on that summer feeling,
a big long yanking of a rug.
a house was built for you
a long, long time before you were born.
i’m leaving now,
i’m leaving now.
i am constantly descending.
i am just one-way
we’re all just one way!
even way out here,
in the desolate places,
yeah, way out here
you can see the dirt doing
its thing: it circulates,
pulls us down and
presses us against
everyone
good and snug.
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2. |
La nave del olvido
02:34
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i dove in the sea
in a new machine
i was going to see
where the bottom is.
critters of the deep,
busy tenants unseen
the sacred filthy floor,
a big, old home.
the neighbors downstairs
picking at the dust,
the wrappers,
the plastic bags,
the useless and long lived,
and us, the wrong kin.
the amphipods,
the holothurians
reaching in the dark
touched by the water.
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3. |
Animal Trial
02:21
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Absolution was
all that we knew:
we climbed up the hill,
hung the sow from a tree.
left her dangling by her
hind hooves
snout to the earth,
ass to the sky.
we all must find a home
in the house of the law.
if dreams don't come true,
this is all that we knew.
we cast out the locusts
and exiled the aphids!
all are accused!
this was all that we knew.
absolution was
all that i knew.
i'm forever a child
alone in my cradle.
mother sow she is
kissing me to sleep,
to see how my neck
might fit in her teeth.
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4. |
City of Eyes
02:48
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Summer in the city of eyes,
no surprise,
that after such a terrible year
my clothes have gone out of style
again.
I must’ve tried hundreds of time
to find
beauty in sidewalks and trees
and all of those
basic things I comprise.
It’s hard to make arrangements
for loving myself
when i think until my feelings
belong to someone else,
but i’m in love with you.
All the lordly idiot light,
in the morning,
this summer in the city of eyes,
that’s what’s making me cry
I guess.
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5. |
The Glass
04:02
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I saw my brother
and he looked sad
for all the colors
that have gone bad.
The spoiled roses,
the ocean green,
forgotten poses
in stupid dreams.
wrap me in letters,
sing me in song.
When you leave won’t
you bring me along?
Since I was a child
I’ve pressed my nose
up to the glass.
Peering out at the wilds
I pressed my nose
up to the glass.
Ever since i’ve been
keeping time.
Goodbye froggy,
Goodbye bug.
to the risky bodies
I give my love.
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6. |
Card Captor
03:04
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My hand, little raven waver
talking in these subtle ways
finding out, externally,
how to hold my person,
i guess.
my hand blossomed just once.
one day, baby, i looked around.
even though we’re so trained
on that moment,
are you swerving to the exits again?
my hand always touches
touching touch, always for
the audience of summer
i am trying to read
your hand in light.
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7. |
Calendar for Annie
02:55
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i pressed the peach
to get a feel for time
as days go by.
this fecund thing
so overfull with life
when it rains
it rains it rains it rains
it rains it rains it rains it rains.
a horror show,
the flesh will burst apart
so sweet, so tart.
overgrown,
a fault in softness
the juice rains
and rains and rains and rains
and rains and rains and rains and rains.
a calendar of touch is unwound
the barren days pressed on firm ground.
once we put a name to the middles
back when all our names were still little.
it’s innocent,
the waste of summer’s rush
to bloom, to blush.
Within a beat
my heart fills up
and then it empties out and empties out
and empties out and empties out.
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8. |
Cargo Cult
01:35
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nighttime lonely, i
retell the stories
from the other times.
of the runways
where planes don’t land
or the kids who climb up trees
and swear to never
touch the ground—
who stretch their arms to
the limbs of love.
is that enough?
to forget them,
and forget that place?
we taste with just one tongue.
i am waving all the lights,
again.
a blinking sky, a story time.
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9. |
Antipodes
03:41
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i’ve been having
so many bad dreams
of the antipodes hanging
upside down
from me.
or the damn old pinholes,
an ancient index.
a big and bright sky,
what’s seen
but cannot see.
it’s been just a short time,
this busyness:
the screaming, the staring
and naming
all these things.
i’ll swap our places.
drag my knuckles up hills,
smack all the stars down,
all that grants
shape to me.
but i am smoothed out
i am rolling away
and i’d never wanted
to see
everything.
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