1. |
As I Wipe My Chin
07:50
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As I Wipe My Chin
A rush
of confused
fists and words
mostly missed
quick chaos
marked
by a shattering
random wetness
and scraping
of old chair legs
over wood
erupts
and barrels
out the door
in one sloppy
sip.
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2. |
The Moon Leads
09:10
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The Moon Leads
We’re all familiar with the demons
at the end of the road
their sinful stink
toxic in everything.
We find ourselves following the
light
those electric bits of joy
nighttime works of art
shaped like eyes and fangs.
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3. |
Night Birds
09:32
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Night Birds
These roads are just branches
From which the night birds sing
Some of them fall
Some of them have wings
this year was a decade
these bottles are fists
this town is an anchor
& I’m always adrift
this place is a forest
its leaves have been shed
uneven ground burning
last night hangs overhead
we’re running in circles
choking on dust
our memories fading
or turning to rust
these roads are dead branches
those night birds wont sing
most of them fall
but some of them have wings
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Thunderclap Gainesville, Florida
Doom/rock/punk keeping it heavy
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