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Sad Song
03:08
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the closest mix that i could make
to the lavender in my mind
paled
to a public bath
and the ablutions there had
and the steaming ham sat
in the hot tubs at
the Y downtown
i have seen how tense can change
quite recently
and i say this not as a punchline to
the earlier joke
but as a whole note
or at least a sustained semitone
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Blacker Juice
03:31
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it is not necessarily true
that something left with weaknesses
will soon break
a disposition to wring out rinds
will still collect, speck by speck,
yield given time
or some bitterer, some blacker juice
which, when tasted of, tastes sweet too
some bitterer, some blacker juice
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Pink Breeze
04:54
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when i say it, i mean it in the sense
of a thumb pressed to soft clay
does that mean heat death?
i doubt it
it could still split the sun from over your shoulder
but, "every worm to its taste,
some prefer to eat nettles"
and still the skin burns dianthus pink,
and echoes what is fragrant on the spring breeze
if i have called anything by its wrong name,
i will suffer for my hyperbole
like when i feel that pink breeze,
warm around me,
i know that i have called it "chill"
but any wrongness is my own imbue
when i say it, i mean it in the sense
of a thumb pressed to soft clay
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Gourmet Bathing
03:31
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oh, form
does it cast a shadow?
when transformed to a quotidien:
a coffee and a water in the morning
sitting in the bathtub
(which, to my mind, is a fine way to spend the time)
not thinking about
an unsympathetic bout
fought between two places,
both unyielding
the inedible woman in me
is it a bitter herb that leaves a taste in your mouth?
that means it's working
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Soft Solution
03:55
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in this dream, we have a child
that we plan to take good care of
and i feel older than my parents
take me to task,
show me not to bother
making such heavy weather of it all
a variation
of incompleteness
isn't so specific anymore
a soft solution:
a guiding virtue,
taking aim with an arrow
from a child's bow
and what is struck
is a balance
that arrives at dusk and showers us with pink light
as it towers over, as it tumbles toward the next night
a soft solution to a towering wave
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6. |
A Short Story
01:07
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"what if the colours before me
are different than those that you see?"
shut the fuck up,
we have all smoked weed
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Day Shapes
03:10
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milk street, walking the way down with dipped feet
to pace out an untitled piece with honey
left foot right and one step twice
"endless abundance", no furious wave is upon us!
a hard sell, but three in a row would be ideal
if the way that is walked is paved with their honeyed paces
well, who would bat a lash?
what i mean to say is, "i've got no complaint"
which you can read, plain as dayshapes
when the crud settles in the tub
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As Gleam As
04:13
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when i lay my palm out facedown
i am struck at once by what confronts me there:
it's endless
as gleam as a copper bowl glows
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9. |
Fruit/ Rind
03:50
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10. |
That Breeze Again
01:23
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