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Went to write a book of blank verse
but my hands failed to speak by the third page
couldn't find words for the unsaid
so I went for a walk to clear my head
I call it worry on the go
i admire how you talk out loud
to people who are still strangers
and speed read when the pages turn
as if each step bleaches the line before
well that'd be cool to learn
Oh darling, im a head rest pressed to your shoulder
oh mother, you always take the blame
oh brother, tell me we can pull it together
while spellbound, by the rules of the waiting game
until i saw you after school
skipping rocks into the lake
and i don't know where to begin
wrapped in a thick layer of sheepskin
there we sat in the sand
then you pulled out a journal
didn't hesitate nor disparage your words
and that put a chip right in the window
for someone who looked and sang twee
you sorta write like Nick Blinko
and it makes me wonder,
the things i've heard you say ,
how a few short years
made me appreciate
A Minor Place,
the song, and related keys,
the contrast it all creates.
called to the sea once more
dragged out, scraped along the shore
a bleeding part of me
and i only really like slam poetry
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when i was walking by, there came a mumble
it sounded like, the echo of a familiar voice
an accent of void, ive learned to ignore
in a town so empty, my escort guides me from the joys of life
i went to see a friend, the king of horror
but when i got there he was already in bed
imagine my surprise, he slept with a night light
conjured up in his head, are matching swells of butterflies
and so the footsteps follow me
cant help but smile
bring me to my knees
its only been a short while
have yet to make a mark
even stephen kings afraid... of the dark
even stephen king
went to fill my head while im still not sure how to clear it
took a seat at the table next to the ghost of saint patrick
when Edgar poe knocked and, took the chair across and
said "Lord help my poor soul, do you mind if i borrow your candlelight"
Saw Mason and Dixon,
smitten by the Cherrycoke man
handed me a fortune cookie,
said fuck that out the tavern i ran
crack as it dropped to the silent street, paper says to keep on dreaming
dont you worry, thats what haunts me when im not sleeping
and so the footsteps follow me
cant help but smile
bring me to my knees
its only been a short while
have yet to make a mark
even stephen kings afraid... of the dark
those footsteps follow me
met with a nervous smile
bound at the knees
oh such short gains in a long while
how do you make a mark
if even stephen kings afraid... of the dark
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Dust
03:03
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Backwards
02:29
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last time i was there, you were sprawled out on the couch
flourescent shining, to the rythm of the disco ball
and id make that same joke, about going back
as i recline in the chair, man i swear im always going back
here marks a line in the sand
wont you come and take my hand
you'll say, "what do you thinks on the way"
ill kill no albatross, today
and youd play that same song, to try and see
if you could rumble the rear views and reveal
a man stuck in the mirror
when standing back, edges tend to distort
and for just a second, the patterns a bit different then before
ill mark a line here in the sand
wont you come and take my hand
you'll say, "what do you thinks on the way"
ill kill no albatross, today
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Will You Be My Ghost
06:10
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I can remember us sitting, on a park bench
along cobblestone paths, and historic buildings
just being there, for a quiet moment
feeling more lost, barely holding conversation
each word precariously lying, in the spring air
those moments never feel like, they will end
until you start to think, about it all
the temporariness, of everything
and time has only taken off since then
i cant imagine any other scenario
its hard to think that it could have been different
one moment you're there and then your gone
sometimes its going up a down escalator
or reliving photos that have long turned monochrome
and then sometimes it just ends, but youd never notice regardless
and its not a real issue, no
theres so much worse that can be had
it can even make you laugh
if you think long and hard enough on it
theres so much worse that can be had
it can even make you laugh
if you think long and hard enough on it
i dont need a distraction, or some long term break
we are all young here
and the next bench could be just around the corner
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Lift
02:42
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Walked along the cold damp floor
the patting of the bay
counting teeth, picking wounds
of writing melancholy
lights from cars, block out stars
so i land among headlights
subtle risks, without rewards
variety lacking spices
how do you follow, whats intense for me
so i sing in an accent
ripped from pages of poetry
scribbled in the shadow of anguish
a happy song would fail to resolve
any sense of truth
like the time i confused Nana Grizol
for psuedo-jazz greats Throbbing Gristle
and in that way i try to organize
the things that fail to reason or rhyme
how do i, take the next step
when tall buildings, shake my knees
when the drive, makes me more anxious
then whatever lies at the end
but miles are cheaper when out of town
where headlights fail to reach
awestruck by the colors
that appear in most anything
at least thats what ill tell myself
when things dont go as planned
ive heard its the worst ideas
that know how to swim
but if i take them all
lock them up somewhere
than theres no complaining
when im drowning on land
so taken in stride
i cant help but think
if thats the worst case scenario
then you cant ever really sink
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Autumn Leaves
02:46
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I never really knew your plan
Caroline wants to leave for the suburbs
tucked in between eachother's yards
well how do you voice a doubt
so you stroll before the thorofare
try to find calm in that tranquil water
bound to here below what we dont know
my signature still looks like a barcode
i want to give you a tape
a disc of things that never got said
encased in glass, a window
a piece of earth to hold on to
autumn leaves will fall a bit sooner, this year
when seasons end and friendships collapse
Something ends, some things begin
footsteps trek over a narrow track
packed down earth, tearing grass
milestones to mark a desired path
so when you go on that trip
what could very well be forever
listen to the rythm of the air
the sweet sounds of the bugle
autumn leaves will fall a bit sooner, year after year
when seasons end and friendships collapse
and if theres a big day coming
well i cant wait
if theres a big day coming
we'll both be there
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