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And then Another...
03:53
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There was an odd afternoon once
I found this feather
And then another
And then a beak
And then the bird it belonged to
And silent lurking
I sought another
And then another
But I found neither
I recovered nothing
Nothing greater, nothing lesser
Just…
Nothing greater, nothing lesser
Just…
When, at once, the morning came
I arose, numb, nothing’d changed
I coughed once, scratched and bathed
And absorbed another day
Sparks they flicker, fires rage
Winds do whisper, lips evade
Bleeding days
As time escapes
Nothing greater, nothing lesser
Just…
Nothing greater, nothing lesser
Just…
There was an odd afternoon once
I found this feather
And then another…
And then another…
And then another…
11.10.09
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2. |
The Cough
03:12
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The cough sounds worse today
Her hair soft, burgundy
The eyes she turns away
Harbor tranquillity
Satisfy my simplest needs
Shed a warmth on everything
Liquid blue and calming
She shakes it off again
Distracts herself with talking
Words she rarely means
Of nothingness and bigger things
She thinks it’s something in between
That’s what she’s led me to believe
Keeps a bag for when it’s time to leave
Haven’t known a sweeter sound
Than her feet rustling the sheets around
When she awakes before I do
And needs me out of slumber too
We’ll make a tape of it
The movement of her limbs
So when time comes t’ get out of bed
I’ll be waking up to her instead
Of some car alarms pulsatin’
And traffic busy, bustlin’
I’ll try my hardest to make do
Or else dream of coughing too
11.21.07
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3. |
Either it's Winter
02:41
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Either it’s Winter
Or it’s coming or it’s going
With its weeks imbued with
Snow and wind and shutting in
Whether it’s Autumn
Or an open door to Summer
I accept there’s just another
Storm around the corner
But me, I hunker down
As the cold solstice surrounds
I fill my world with sounds
That bounce and tangle
I weather the weekend
Absord the weeks frozen and formless
Only seven days regardless
Of the endless drudgery
And she leaves the lights on
Digs my spot out in the driveway
She can’t accept that this is my way
To endure this cruel fate
Me, I hunker down
As the cold solstice surrounds
I fill my world with sounds
That bounce and tangle
Me, I hunker down
As the cold solstice surrounds
I fill my world with sounds
That bounce and tangle
6.04.10
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4. |
Two Fathoms
03:22
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I came in with a comet; left with one too
Encircled with sweet things; memories of you
As Clara’s piano painted the room
They failed to refill this waning moon
2.21.09
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5. |
Draw You Mine
02:18
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You can paint me faithful
Paint me true
Paint me honest
Paint me with you
And I will draw you pretty
Draw you fine
Draw you vibrant
And draw you mine
You can paint me boring
Paint me slight
Paint me stiff
Paint me uptight
And I will draw you reckless
Draw you free
Draw you wild
Draw you with me
You can paint me jealous
Paint me vain
Paint me faithless
Paint me insane
And I will draw you gentle
Draw you kind
Draw you giving
And draw you mine
10.09.10
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6. |
She and I
02:50
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She and I, we clawed and climbed
To glimpse a nondescript skyline
A town of trees, some powerlines
A white sun barely moving
She and I were terrorized
By omnipresent dragonflies
We froze in silence, mystified
By the buzzing wings between us
She and I, we sought to find
The reason held within the rhyme
Some deeper meaning trapped inside
The verses we sat singing
She and I lost track of time
Carving circles in our minds
The day dissolving, we resigned
Ourselves to simply loving
6.07.10
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7. |
We Kissed...
06:28
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We kissed extensively amid the smoldering evergreens
Your body next to me, feeling through ecstasy
As ashen branches break, and wind shakes the needles free
I wake before the sun rises up above our nest of trees
In darkness doubt attacks and finds me struggling
With an intersection of paths; which one will it be
An ill-timed judgment lapse, has me flipping a coin to see
Left, right, forwards or back to our safe retreat
And rain, just in time, appears and washes over me
Over us I mean as our blackened lungs fight to breathe
2.28.07
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