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Purple Winter
04:04
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Purple winter, coming home,
long longing, falling alone.
After your brother, coming home,
flies follow the smell of his bones.
Only sky-
scrapers
can grow here.
Hide from my friends playing hide and seek.
Purple winter, coming home,
long longing, falling alone.
After your sister, coming home,
flies follow the smell of her bones
Creaky floors,
annoying
neighbors.
Can’t sleep, a river never resting.
Purple winter, coming home,
long longing, falling alone.
Cities wear,
repair
the bridges.
Don’t speak, straining conversations seen
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2. |
All Went Still
03:57
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All went still.
Dandelion, halo seeds
dot the lawn like prayer beads.
When the sun goes down,
half moon
hangs above the Arch.
Mississippi
floods the park.
Mind is a mess.
Will I ever possess, again,
the joy of
rest? Again,
she tugs on
comforters and sheets.
A formless heap
in the dark.
To keep her roots warm,
mulch and soil to fuck her in,
I am cold clay again.
Down the hall,
Shadows march the windowsill –
grey plant pot parade.
By candle flame,
the wick frays
and curls into a question mark:
“Are you OK?”
Attention walks away.
The couch beckoning.
I dream
us a sunrise walk.
By Silver Creek
flies a flock
up from the trees.
And like leaves, these branches start falling
so dangerous.
We bolt toward
a clearing in the woods.
Tangle of roots
catches my foot.
I fall to the ground.
Mulch and soil to tuck me in,
I am cold clay again.
And all went still.
Shadows march the windowsill –
grey plant pot parade.
By candle flame,
the wick frays
and curls into a question mark:
“Are you OK?”
Attention walks away.
All went still.
Dandelion, halo seeds
dot the lawn like necklace beads.
Sun goes down. Fall into this dream.
Trees drop all their dying branches on me.
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3. |
Infinite Trouble
03:09
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First mate. Second mate. Third mate. Captain.
Helmsman. Lookout. Harbor pilot. Able Seamen.
We were otters crawling back to the dock
after vodka, after pizza, then one more round before we embark.
Did we consult the latest maps, the almanac?
The Columbia Glacier breaks up
right around Good Friday each year.
He heard that siren go off
and grabbed a bottle.
Highball double on the rocks —
infinite trouble!
Odysseus. Jesus. Ahab. Captain.
We were sailors marching back to our bunks
after soundings, after measures, then one more round. We make triple checks
When we wake up, the crucifix, the savior’s death.
All the fishermen at Bligh Island
should be far behind us — oh shit!
He stumbled to the cabin,
grabbed the radio,
and with a sheepish grin,
called the Coast Guard:
“We’ve fetched up hard, run aground.
Evidently,
we’re leaking oil. We will
be here awhile.”
Otter. Salmon. Mollusk.
Orca. Sea Lion. Mussel. Captain.
Porpoise. Halibut. Herring. Oh, Captain. (Infinite trouble.)
Vodka. Pizza. More vodka.
Bald eagle in oil.
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4. |
Bastard Nature
04:37
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Shadows pouring,
room consumed,
gloomy blades.
Drum beatdown.
Housewife exhausted with
sharpened stakes set to quell.
Oh, beat down drum.
Body blessed with scabs and
these callused stumps for wings.
Woodsman’s ax hackt. Thee almond tree
swung free.
Tense and agile hands,
massive, ancient eyes look plaintive.
Green and greasy blood flow forth from
rough and tangled hair.
(Should we burn to soot
or place under foot?)
Shiny armor held us still here.
Split chest, skin cries, dry leaves.
Rough and tangled hair,
shiny armor held us still here.
Biting ticks on fish-like scale hide
(Should we burn to soot
or place under foot?)
Tense and agile hands,
massive, ancient eyes look plaintive
Shadows pouring,
room consumes
gloomy blades.
Downbeat drum
for the death of birds.
For increased heat summer.
oh, beat drum down!
For this sacrifice and
for these mangled wings.
For our comfort, our peace,
must we fade flags.
Shadows pouring,
consumed rooms
sapped of light.
Poor pores pouring,
darkness keeps
peace
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5. |
Half-Life
05:04
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I’m not well designed.
God should’ve used a plumb line or made me
notes in a songbird’s song.
I’d look better re-drafted, redrawn.
Subtract the wine
from the communion table.
Or calculate creation
dates, debate free will
and predestination.
Even the kaleidoscope
dividing,
just like the church, it divides itself
and divides itself
again.
Light reorganized along
the shower curtain
then turns to stained glass.
I’m not well designed.
God should’ve used a plumb line or made me
notes in a songbird’s song.
I’d look better re-drafted, redrawn.
Subtract the whiskey
from the water bottle
to calculate the half-life
of this hangover.
I’m so hungover!
Even the kaleidoscope
dividing,
just like the United States, it divides itself
and divides itself
again.
Light reorganized along
the shower curtain
then turns to stained glass
I’m not well designed.
God should’ve used a plumb line or made me
notes in a songbird’s song.
I’d look better re-drafted, redrawn.
Babies can’t stand.
Babies just fall.
We left Jesus sleeping
on a cross on the wall.
He runs to his mother.
He runs to his father.
Angels wait till morning
then they’ll rise up together.
It’s Christmas day.
He heard the call.
But God, can he forgive these
churches in shopping malls.
He runs to his mom.
He runs to his dad.
Angels wait till morning
then they’ll rise up like satellites.
Babe, we’ve gone blind
with eyes that are blistered.
We gave everything we had
but everyone missed it.
Maybe he’ll run, he’ll run to his mother.
Maybe he’ll sit and pray with his father.
Angels don’t bother, you can wait to wake him,
so everyone here can make it to heaven.
I’m not well designed.
God should’ve used a plumb line or made me
notes in a songbird’s song.
I’d look better re-drafted, redrawn.
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6. |
Reprise
03:41
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