1. |
Dying Inside
03:13
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Cooling off with water from the hose
Spraying at the bees that come too close
Into sticky twilight, day descends
Stay up late, doesn’t feel like an end
Fireflies illuminate the yard
Captured them and put them into jars
With lids that we had put on too tight
Now they're dying inside
So still and dark in morning haze
The bodies now were curled and frail
The twisted lid turned out all their lights
Now they are all dead inside
Every child is given dominion over the act of killing. The abuse of power, the sealing in of small things. The children are raised to be gods sitting above the animal kingdom. This power unlocked on endless summer nights - the power to close the lid, close the lid…
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2. |
(End this) Summer
05:42
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There is no winter here
only a protracted fall
no freezing or hibernation
Just the stagnation of all
Stagnation of all
There is no winter here
Only the processing of decay
A Springing to abruption
No relief In the same way
No relief, no relief
Just stagnation, just stagnation
Disintegrating leaves
I want to be in the trees
I want to be in that tree
I want to be in that bird’s nest, to be cracked blue eggshells
I want to be circular and entwined
I want to be helicopter seeds, to be born on butterfly wings
I want to slip on their powdery scale dust
I want to flake off and float away
I want to float, float away
I really want to be everywhere
I just don’t want to be here
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3. |
Suddenly Buoyant
04:20
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But they surely didn’t make vaccinations for where we were going.
The sickly pallor of the grey sky made the car ride feel almost somber
It hadn’t snowed again that winter, and the grass appeared bedridden
There was a fine mist suspended in the air,
and I couldn’t tell if it was rain
but my eyes were suddenly buoyant
Suddenly buoyant
I started to get this feeling in my hands like the blood in my veins was simmering or sublimating or freezing or crackling
simmering or sublimating
– something was certainly breaking off inside.
And oh how the cows stacked up
With their curated genomic compositions
- they certainly stacked symmetrical –
piles of them stretching out like miles and miles of picket fence.
And oh how they burned, how they burned,
how they burned
Synthesis and forced evolution and indoor fields of green,
pulverized and homogenized, will sustain us all.
factories and greenhouses will have sustain us all
Milk substitutes and meat substitutes will have to sustain us all.
Digestive evolution,
the lowering of internal pH
increased CO2 affiliation,
– oh the fields of indoor green, aluminum Christmas trees,
artificial turf, will sustain us all.
This way of life that we have known
This way of life that we’ve outgrown
Cannot continue, cannot continue
under these self-inflicted conditions
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4. |
She Left a Pollution
07:23
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THERE in the still night
Three in the broken morning
she left an after-image
a pollution, a pollution
Every dream fighting towards her
Every dream left fighting
But it was more than that
it was our own bodies –
the kissing cordoned,
our bodies bloating,
our bodies repelling…
In this night time combustion chamber
The seasons accelerated
In front of her house,
I curled up in the dense garden beds
Prising stubborn weeds from the soil
Caressing the dry branches
of a sapling (still dormant)
Wondering when she would open
Police cars chased the dusk,
racing in formation
Every dream fighting towards her
Every dream left fighting
it was our own bodies –
the kissing cordoned,
our bodies bloating,
our bodies repelling…
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5. |
Bitter Fragmentation
03:20
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Shitshow and I'm caught in the middle
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6. |
Another in a Series
03:48
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With me, without me,
I’m secretly
concerned with the loss
Another in a series
her image bleeds
into day
She broke the ice
and I fell through
I fell through
We had met, fallen in and out (of love)
So many times
and then we died
Without remembering
each other’s faces
She has poisoned my dreams
She has poisoned my dreams
The basement has flooded
I tell the exterminator
Kill everything that’s living down there
Kill everything
It’s all shit
Take it to the landfill
burn it to the ground.
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7. |
A Flawed Imperative
04:52
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The clouds above resembled the most sinister shapes
Like a psychic with their tea leaves we considered our fate
The binds of our friendship were already pulled taut
Or more like strangulation after what we had wrought
You can find me underneath the trees
Searching for more wood to burn
No ones going home tonight
Not until we’ve made the timeline right
Marching single file out into the back yard
The depths of this nostalgia feel like walking through tar
Everyone has taken the places they were when
The sky revealed all the sins that we could not yet imagine
You were sitting close to the fire in a lawn chair
With your feet up on a rock as the flames started to flare
The heat was strong enough to melt the soles of your shoes
Yes the heat was strong enough
The heat could melt the soles
And you’ll know where to find me
You can find me underneath the trees
Searching for more wood to burn
No ones going home tonight
Not until we’ve made the timeline right
The clouds above resembled the most sinister shapes
The psychic’s shop ransacked - tarot cards in disarray
The binds of our friendship now completely severed
We’ll resent the others now and forever
You can find me underneath the trees
Searching for more wood to burn
No ones going home tonight
Not until we’ve made the timeline right
Find me underneath the trees
Everything will have to burn
You know I don’t take advice
I know lightning won’t strike the same place twice
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8. |
Left Blighted
07:33
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THE hours of six, five, four, three, (two… )
have all escaped from me
Have all escaped from me
It’s nearly seven when I get back
What seems like a thousand brown-black
What seems like a thousand brown-black
birds
have replaced the leaves of the trees
The leaves of the trees
Slipping a cautious hand into my pocket,
I reconfirm the physical existence
of the photograph
Of her photograph
The collected squawking and chirping
eats up the air
Eats up the air
the crunching sound of footsteps on gravel
Startles them into flight
Startles them into flight
Purposefully catching my wrist
on the pocket’s lip,
I draw out the corner
of the photograph
I still don’t remember it being taken
Guess I had been long gone
Guess i had been long gone
It was a picture of a picture after all
Guess I had been long gone
Guess I had been long gone
I took the steps down to the basement
The cement was chipped and stained with mold
Broken oyster shells skidded across the floor
Pinned to a clothesline was the original picture
Its corners curled
Its corners curled
A young woman with her eyes closed
Held a rose to her lips
Held a rose to her lips
In her other hand she was holding a picture
Of me next to her face
Of me fixed in place
I still don’t remember it being taken.
Guess I had been long gone.
Guess i had been long gone
It was a picture of a picture after all
Guess I had been long gone
Guess I had been long gone
I held up my camera to the staged display
Aimed and click
Aimed and click
We had already fallen out of love
I didn’t realize it
I didn’t realize it
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9. |
Falling
05:34
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