Marconi Union – Nothing Ever Happens In Tunguska
I hope I dream another dream tonight.
I hope this proves to be a better year.
I’m swallowing a stone that won’t go down.
Upon examination fades away.
Elusive time it always gets away
with homicide. I’m left to slip slow down
in dip down sheets and dream this bitter year
away in premature moonbeams tonight.
image: AndyCunningham
Mimicking Birds – On The Warm Side
Sunday night boasts
a scramble brain
and a soft voice.
We slide
the weekend wind
a comet tail
shedding skin
in the night sky.
Just say if.
I’ll drop it all and fall.
Just say if.
No, come and help me lift.
image: Chapendra
Modern Drummer – American Analog Set
The best love stories are the ones I never heard.
An advertised love hangs upon the thinnest threads,
plinks high notes and treads.
They are the wailing melody to the bass in our heads.
A drone we hear from miles away.
The undercurrent on choppy days.
Cello strings cheats strung bow.
Won’t play notes staff page says.
image: Jerry Cooke
Michael Homnick – Follow Along
Golden tinsel woke me this morning
Peaked in though draped cloth.
Gave me a cold toed curtsy
Silent as a moth.
Golden tinsel choked me this morning
deranged by my thoughts
wired my jaw and wet my eyes and
bound my hands in knots.
Golden tinsel broke me this morning
but this time I fought back
took a walk though mountainsides
and slept when I got back.
image: Mark Faviell
American Analog Set – Know by Heart
I would love to lay back and relive the past,
but fast passing volumes and fumes of the future go
trickling past.
The gas leaks quick and the last to leave will take the blast.
We plan plans and pray for fortunes fast.
We might drive all day, still not knowing
why we’re going, these busy hazy days:
Presently, patiently waiting.
But with you, past or present,
everlasting effervescent,
living to the future, not for it.
My love, my passenger in life, I’m looking forward to new pasts, pleasant presents, and old futures with you.
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The love I felt for you
curly hair, eyes of blue
darkened skin that certain hue
I couldn’t say
I couldn’t see
you walked right past me
forget
I couldn’t see the features in your face
A tiny piece in a larger place
You looked through me
saw instead a maple tree.
Broken by faulty eyes
and knowingly so
a mighty blow
I didn’t know
I didn’t know
crush me crush my
I
I never knew you the second time
and the first was never the same
string them all together
sew for me the line
faceless
a soft kiss with
stained lips
I opened the door
and found no core
and parting branches
I didn’t know
I didn’t know
crush me crush my
I
I watched and walked past
at last glance some girl walked fast.
Forget
The Tallest Man On Earth – Shallow Grave
Sparklehorse – Dreamt For Light Years In The Belly Of A Mountain
Okkervil River – A Leaf
Neutral Milk Hotel – In The Aeroplane Over The Sea
Iron & Wine – Sodom, South Georgia
Sufjan Stevens – Holland
Emerging from sleep it seems
I cannot reconcile with my lost dreams
I’ll be fine
I’ll be fine.
Walking parks and explains how he
plots loopholes in the religion he follows to the t
I don’t know why
He won’t say why
A tinge of olive all over, the world slipping from your grasp
I live in photos now, forever state of half wit faux gasp.
my girl
she keeps
me safe
in sleets
A breath of wind, a breath of life,
blew over my closed eyes,
in the end,
what will I defend?
image: angelrays
Beck – Farewell Ride
In solitude, or in the
locked eyes of a desperate song they
take me there, I’m
biking a hot day and a lonesome
run down boathouse rough road home
jut sand bank tell of fortune old as time
clock rocking the knotted rocker: grave
She sees me who I am and I came: the
future. Only memory scenes and I
am the sucker side of some cheap con
for I am not upon a bicycle nor
deep into a summer afternoon.
I see old days and I swoon
I live them a memory at each core
and choke seeds of cyanide that come
with each one. Ah, well, someday we’ll all die.
Sufjan Stevens – All The Trees Of The Field Will Clap Their Hands
Every time the curtains rise,
she sings her haunting melodies.
The ground bucks up and sinks the seas,
moon pulls thin air and drops the tides.
The seasinks of green and grey,
painting dizzy headlight canopies.
Turquoise canyons crash upon their knees.
The seasinks grin a grin and say
“Goodbye to you my frivolous friend,
You breathless observer, never a participant,
I leave the rigs to their haughty chant.
Their fog horns rowdier than an elephant.”
Curtains close and I feel ill.
Shrimp and crabs softly murmuring
patiently awaiting the coming seasings
and once turbid waters stand serene and still.
image: mechkad
Seasinks
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