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