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A good day.

5 Dec

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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Beautiful Songs About Death

23 Nov

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

Relax the scalp and let your hair fall out on the carpet

25 Oct

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.

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The Moment

29 Sep


Tomas Dvorak – The Glasshouse with Butterfly
I am going to build you a moment.
Hung from maple lacquered ordained rafters,
no time for before and afters.
A moment hung from fishing line spun
with careful time.
I am going to build you a monument
I am going to build you a shrine
All the things we’ve worked toward.
I hung up all the times
that
hit a note I struck a chord,
I spilled the sand the pitcher poured.
hung up on symbologies
I married a man and his ideologies.

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11 Sep

Radiohead – Lotus Flower

I’ve been tracking my brain for quite some time now, following it, watching its every move. It is unsuspecting, and I take it for all it’s worth. Every time it takes a sharp turn, I am there, following, mimicking its every move. It is all I need. I followed it to a small shop down some twisted alleys, watched it as it talked to the shop owner for a few minutes. It emerged from the shop a few minutes later, carrying a small little ditty all wrapped in brown paper, tied with old timey twine. It proceeded to walk up the street against the setting sun. I took cover behind boxes of furniture and hot dog carts. I gain on it, I can see the details in the package, the paper slightly waken, white cracks show in the folds. I snatch the package and run. I run faster than the shouts can travel. I duck into alley after alley, and finally I am safe. I hold the package in my hands.

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If i just follow

17 Aug

But love is never the same thing twice, always with a different spice, a hint of mint, or twist of lavender. it always finds a new way into your soul, scavenger.

Somewhere in the middle

5 Aug

Mum – Moon Pulls

The middle sea sinks – Forever drained, looking
watching Forever glancing, the glass-eyed coasts.
Never knowing coriander dappled drafts,
Nor the hug of the under toe tug
tugging coy orca cages silent
tree trunk grins they
grow through cheekbone windows.
Never feeling diamond cut tide tips,
misses crisp cuts, a kayaks meniscus.
The middle seas inks – Forever bled, trickled,
choking, Forever watching waves walking on.

image – Sleepychinchilla

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