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25 Jul 

Function - Tiger Cub Samurai


In quiet solitude,           sits.
I
       t  ol   d
                      her
              "de   ath
                        r  e s ts
   quietly.
              "de   ath       i s
 n        o                    t
                   k     ind.
           l           e       ts
                        run.
         s lit 
               de   ath     's
           lif  e."

"n   ice"
         s            he
   quip  s, 
                      her
                    a   r m  s
               de  ka     n,
      e           y    e     s
         sof t.
         s            he
                                   beckons.

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It’s snowing somewhere

19 Jul

George Winston – Bird of Prey

I admit sometimes I don’t say enough.

Sometimes I’m sorry I didn’t.

I’d like to disable this device in my mind.

I saw you standing in the corner

of my eye

only one.

It’s a sweet notion.

This boat in motion

–

World’s morning swing’s swung buckled blanc

blankets and

I’m hitting my head on the bedposts.
–

image: chikache

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It’s Texture

17 Jul

The Flashbulb – Eyes of June

Tacked thistle fog tugs dusk down

with sounds and musk, bristle bound

sack tied with bent and browned

wire.

Dusk in a bag

 

is

 

night runs.

Raging silence, calm and ominous.

Fluid. Knowing. Calls to all of us.

Subtle cricket drawl embalming us.

Night is an egg.

 

if

 

yolk broke

then morning has awoke. Breaking through the lunar skin

crashing down upon the land. And, I’ve never seen the sun so grand.

 

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Dissipate

20 Jun 
 
Vashti Bunyan - If I Were


I'm Disappointed
           in
  M  iss
         Pointed
       a
         point
I'  d
  m    a p
           in
                some thought or another
       a
         point
I'  d
                s      ought
                     t o
                                atone
                     through
                     thought
                     ...but found that I could not.

image: Ahmed ElHusseiny

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I’m looking for something to blow me away.

19 Jun

From time to time it’s night in my brain where each shattered nerve end curls up for rest. Wait for the sun. Follow with each shattered chemical head. At times it’s winter and the coma lasts for months on end.

–

At times there’s not a lot going on up there.

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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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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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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.

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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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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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