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Fauve

from Paint Leaves by Ghost Chief

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You caught me fresh escaped from malaise, the navy-bluest free fall of my life
A careless, callous, healthy headspace, healed hearts reenter the small limelight
My fearless gears gain traction, start to turn
Sweat sits content in its glands despite the torque
My fingers DDR the QWERTY board:
Hey, you maybe wanna go out and get some lunch?
Not an eavesdropper, stalker. Not a creeper, but...
I think that our colors could blend
Familiar shape, peaceful landscapes and such
And I hear that you concur
Your strokes look lovely on the canvas
Brush bristle sounds send shivers down my spine
If you feel the same, confirm "us" or I'll get out
We finally sit alone in the frame, a picture destined to scald timelines
Your model-like control of the face, my squint to squander my cold eyesight
From deeming flags as red, the trial adjourned
Finesse suppressing evidence inside the court
Maneuvering through routes coated in plot hole pot hole, bumps,
Spike strips, buying me clothes for the type of guys I'd like to crow hop punch
Repress my pensive tension, censor my wailing gut
Because I think that our colors could blend
Familiar shapes, peaceful landscapes and such
And I hear that you concur
(And I hear you)
Your strokes look lovely on the canvas
Brush bristle sounds send shivers down my spine
If you feel the same, confirm "us"
(And I feel you squirm)
Eventful weeks seep into months
Of homemade dinners and your new show
Covertly stuck on one night when
You sip wine as we sit quiet
Three feet apart, divided by cat-clawed couch
Comforter and Shay’s stray sock
Posture slouched as I hint to inch you closer; you won’t
Half online, half-open eyelids
Eat feeds. Supine, you're boundless
From Cambridge bars, pop concerts, and vacations
Apart from my apartment lull
How could one compete with your phone?
Our paint blended together and all it made was gray
Given all you know; my bottled eccentricity
Balding, chronic loner; are you sure you want me around?
Given all you know; my future of uncertainty
Old and insecure; are you sure you want me around?
I've got a body straight from Pornhub
Except not one seen in the shot
More like the one off in the corner
Who holds a boom or camera
Do you want this around?
Are you sure that you want me at all?

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from Paint Leaves, released March 5, 2019

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Steve Capachione
Dan Smith
Sam Beane

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