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Losing Altitude

20 May

Great Lake Swimmers – Merge, A Vessel, A Harbor

I am going to erase the lines on paper,

The way I’m erasing lines long and latter.

The way I dissipate the states,

and disrupt the county voting data.

Alleviate the ancient gods from

running course around the sun.

Manipulating the current lines that

saddle the sea to bring Magdelene back to me.

And if these lines weren’t around

would I lose my course and run aground?

Would this untamed wind teach me the clouds?

Or would it beat those aging sails down?

What is there left to learn?

I close my eyes and say

god, oh god, oh god,

I’m losing altitude.              (I’m losing my mind)

When a timeline ends,       (always on a point)

Was it ever there at all?     (let’s stay on point)

image: Joe Dunckley

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Stuck outside my body but I think I left a window unlocked somewhere.

25 Apr

Black Moth Super Rainbow – Colorful Nickels

Would I be proud?

I always delayed self assurance.

iv three times pass.

Then,

Friday, 3:00. Forgiving.

A beginning becoming itself.

A compassion I never knew.

A delicate bloom.

Precision in the sun.

Stretched lips and dimple dents.

I see them through the fence.

A timed mind.

The sins of pines

are needles born.

image: ?

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Where do they go, when they leave my mind?

19 Apr 

Fear Of The Unknown And The Blazing Sun - Colin Stetson


A graveyard of discarded dreams
All tangled up in midnight sheets.
The second side of a wilting leaf.
stuck.
in white waterfall foam
it  hits       all ofme           And Fragments
 inside                           And Disappears
                        And dies.
                    or
I don't know what.
but,
I'm sweaty.
And it's been a long month falling off cliffs.

image:Ingrid Hughes

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(and Her)

15 Apr

Sufjan Stevens – Borderline

A ride home as kind as morphine,

I saw floods slip over quiet eyes of friends.

The bridge softly buckles and

the rivets give like dough.

But the tires have all melted away anyways.

and Her lids are heavy and she’s

losing the fight these days.

.

I never saw the blinking lights,

I never heard the siren’s sounds,

Please, let me have the window seat.

.

A ride home being sung to sleep,

I saw lids slip over quiet eyes of mine.

Magdalene softly chuckles and

tidal waves rise and grow,

but my fires have all died away anyways.

And her lids are heavy and she’s

losing the fight these days.

image: tocityguy

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To all of them

28 Mar

Daduk – D’est en Ouest

To all the people I’ve forgotten,

And then…

A long way ago, or, a

short spell before,

I had been a careless man.

But now,

would I feel the majesty?

Could I spare the time?

I keep among this drifting foam,

upon the tired sea.

Magdalene above me.

Oh how I am vain.

I was in the bushes,

and you were on the mountainside.

And you did shout your name.

image: akabilk

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If You Would

11 Mar

Califone – If You Would

Silence torn before the sun was born.

Could it be a death of love?

Could you bring me some of that?

I don’t know.

Would you pray if you were asked?

I try to lie but I might.

Casting handfuls of voice in the

black abyss.

Maybe these are the timid miles I never saw.

Maybe this man is my enemy.

I couldn’t see his eyes in the rain.

But I imagine they saw ghosts of towers piercing

the sinews of the sea.

image: Sam Hood

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We are what you want.

31 Jan

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

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Just Say If.

23 Jan

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

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Best told low

22 Dec

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

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the beginning of the end of the beginning

18 Dec

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

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