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Kuiperlapse
04:34
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From what I've gathered;
Whether it was God or gods who ripped a rabbit out of nothingness
or Nothing had seen the top hat scene and had enough of just
exploring the floors, the walls and leapt up, leapt out of boredom
with a blast of mass, pre-gaseous matter, space, reality
with a particle frenzy swept up into superclusterous galaxies
that span the expanding void, expansive asteroid pinball machine
And at the start, it was scary to learn how infinitesimally small we are
A haunted house, entered warily, full of black holes and stardust
Orbiting orbits of orbits of orbits of orbits of orbits (ah gahd)
Buffing furious at the surface of mankind's composite understanding
In a selfish endeavor to find meaning in the unanswerables
How this hydrosphere and atmosphere created life
Somehow, created life
That grew to swim, slither, leap, walk and run
feather limbs and foster flight
That enriched the soil; used water, sun
spread the seed of grass, tree, vine
On a revolving ball suspended there riding swells of heat and light
Upon which years of chance and elegance led to this strange, creative kind
Ones that build skyscrapers that prompt nosebleeds
And breed the hate to make them fall
That shoot their cohorts safely into space
And then make sense of what they saw
That hear the sound waves cast by symphonies
And feel the shellfire blasts of war
And when their future selves investigate
they might have a sense of who we were through our art
Between the dark ages, ice age, and solar flare
Years of fiery ash filling the air
All of the monsters who hunt us with razor teeth
Appearing guised and in silence with laser speed
Our insides liquified, victimized by disease
Meteors blasting us halfway to smithereens
We could slip out of existence just like a dream
Instead, such giant thoughts in tiny brains prevailed
Now when I just sit back and think, I can’t be not amazed;
how I won a lottery which had no reason to be in the first place
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2. |
Hathead
02:40
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To erase a face, unfold a map
Create two points and plot a path
to ride until your thighs and calves
give in to a cyclical torture
Pump
I want to bike to the end of the Earth
Find the edge, take out a pen, curl up and jot down
Notes of tokens and reminders
Form poems, crush the bones of kids in my hometown
Of a smile so bright, so solar
How her head burned profile scars on both of my shoulders
(Shoulders smolder)
Find solace in churning chains
spinning sprockets, locked in pain
Millennial in shrinking lanes
deserves this spiritual departure
Pump
I want to bike to the end of the Earth
Find the edge, take out a pen, curl up and jot down
Notes of tokens and reminders
Form poems, crush the bones of kids in my hometown
Of a smile so bright, so solar
How her head burned profile scars on both of my shoulders
Soak in Atlantic salts
as I dissect my faults
to a mushy, gushing pile of lusting pulp
(Shoulders smolder)
Found comfort in the cars passing by
Life's a blur
Look both ways; left, right
Don't run red lights
Head first over the Subaru
Hit the ground and swore that I was doomed
In that intersection ready for a semi to get me
The split second before death garnered no feelings or replays of everything that led me to that moment, just knots in my soft abdomen
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3. |
Glifberg Rune
03:56
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I practice dying every night
Tip-toeing, juking rays of light
Cast by the family, media
The antique scent of modern law
I danced with monkeys, drank the punch
Free doughnut powder lined the lungs
for cameras surveilling from above,
whose tapes were empty all along
Who's watching if the
W-I-Z-A-R-D sees nothing through green satin
can't do much to get you home; he's just a man
Can't someone call the kids in
Nix the warning, rip the Band-Aid off;
Break the glass off the pocket watch and
Turn the hands back to when I was fed these thoughts?
That spoon ain't a fucking fighter jet
And I'm not alone, the web gets weaker every day
Chewing chips, pursed lips sips
Elder choir cracking hips
I'm not alone, us flies devise our getaways
Kiss those feet, trust those kings
Kiss those snakes, trust those fangs
Science will club you in the night
You'll see stars twinkle ancient light;
Hit pause on shopping, movies, sports and
finally question your importance in a B-L-I-Z-Z-A-R-D
Falling short of warm log wood cabins as color is slowly sapped out of your hands
Can't someone call the kid in
Nix the warning, rip the Band-Aid off;
Break the glass off the pocket watch and
Turn the hands back to when I was fed these thoughts?
If I could have I'd have shot it down
It's pretty odd to think it's twenty-one to drink, eighteen to smoke
Yet I was fed hallucinogens in cinnamon skim milk whirlpools since I was born
I'd shoot arrows, go where they landed
paint rings around them and call myself a marksman
I used to feel shame, but that was before
Hesitant of change, but not anymore
Stories would vilify death, but now that I'm sure
Neutral's not negative
Burn my blanket of judgment
Self-prescribed bliss remission fix
Just tuck me in nothingness
"Fate" has swallowed me whole
Now I just want to be a real boy and escape from the whale
I've had this reoccurring daydream since my acned, throwaway teens
Where my back's towards downtown Rio, climbing up the famed Redeemer
with no gear but blocks of C4, special meter glow and skateboard
at the ready when I reach the top and feel the scripted wind blowing’
The fuse snap, crackle, pops; drop in down his locks
Gunning headlong down the forearm, stifling the wobble of trucks
Shoot off his index, catch the deck, clench it tight in my right hand
Hear demolition, limbs extended, executing my flight plan
And land with elbows on the dinner table, Turkey Day muted cable
in the background, saying thanks to idols, when who all I really want to thank is Doug for this stuffing; because it's so tasty
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4. |
Nefarious Tales
04:06
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Vandals, Krylon packed backpacks
Poking around, scoping out emotional real estate
tagged in focused braggadocious font
The hocus-pocus soaks a wall in slug slime, venom, all you hate
Cloaked in the shade of night, serrated blades sink right
between the vertebrae of someone that you'd call a friend
Flattened there, gelatinous, spatula flips a patty of a reputation
charred beyond recognition
But that's all they are
Doodles on a trapper keeper, drawn in pen
Whispers down a corridor, Doppler
Rumor mill hearsay conflated
Burn the bridge and bomb your side
Reinvent the archetype and
Read some self-help; really make
Mom and Dad super glad they fucked
Because you’re just a kid, first time he swore,
and felt the rush of the adults' attention
Never to share the plastic sword that you swing mighty from treetops
And slash the limbs of innocents
Man, I can almost see the ligaments,
purple, pinkish pigments, running underneath your skin
Like rice paper wrapped skeletons, ghostly lack of melanin
Yelling in your nightmares of a paper's edge
Rain ramped up by the hand sanitizer ocean
Off the coast of your guarded spaces
Tape window panes up, unfold your blankets
Make caves where your flashlight, black hearts can stay
But that's all they are
Italics in cyanide, poison print
Ipecac underlined fragments
Molotov cocktail quotations
Split your face, two equal sides
Hollywood until you die
Master the artistry of Fake
Spit out silver streams but it’s not enough
So you talk
Because you’re just a kid, first time he swore,
and felt the rush of the adult’s attention
Never to share the plastic sword that you swing mighty from treetops
And flash forward, you’re 86
Few family members hear you’re sick
When they’re speed-writing your brief obit
Never did too much but talked a bunch of shit
I'd fantasize about your guilt if I had killed myself
Show you how words deal violent blows and tangible fallout
Before we make you try new eyes to realign yourself
Let's take that brain out of your body and maybe see if that helps
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5. |
Isomer
03:51
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Gamestop; perhaps patent your tractor beam
Solitaire, Ethernaut; each time, convinced I had this beat
Fucking herpes of my ever-ebbing time
But these trees run deeper than I thought
The roots entangled with the years
and broke through the self-perplexing crust
long before it dawned on me to dig
Believed "happy" could be self-taught;
Teen to adult was night and day
but the storm gained steam, never burned off
and my skies got bleaker, harsher shades
Turn me over
The same shell I'd retreat to, dodging social arenas, has capsized
Trying to, lying inverted, convert an introvert version of me
to say cunning things, have sharp-sighted input, go network, get laid
Chewing ice on a barhop, Irish goodbye and I'm home by ten
Don't call unless you want
to sift through Netflix's suggestions
or critique Paint Leaves songs
Don't call unless you want
to click through every Reddit subreddit
or help me make pizza (za's brah)
Dreams got deleted from my skull
Anchored, continental U.S.
Can't dam the steady income flow
Cut off the Polar seltzer, rent
I should be teaching, story-telling
sky-diving, saving elephants
from poachers who hunt them for their tusks
and see how they like teeth ripped from their heads
But I thought that I could bob and weave and block its jabs, extend the fight
I thought that I could wave red cloth to "Ole" screams and sidestep life
And Oh, what an error
an uppercut lands on the glass jaw that turns out the lights
And oh, what a terror
a horn pierces right through the breastplate, the crowd's faces turn white
Twisters of childhood bedroom trinkets
kitsch knickknacks, bricks from SIS
Asbestos cylinders rip right through the Commonwealth
towards the old fairgrounds
Lurking in the basement
Flicker from the outlet
Creaking in the attic
Hair Einsteins, R.L. Stines find trepid necks
If I held up a flower,
would you smell anything
If you brushed right past me,
would you feel anything
If I wrote a line about you,
would you hear anything
If you looked right at me,
would you see anything
Or not
Because I'm a ghost of my former self: of a hopeful kid
Of my former self: of a boy named Ted
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6. |
Jungblood
05:07
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Here, just rotting in the apartment
Laying here, Bones brushing against guitar strings as if to lend a hand
Her licks of sandpaper, pink, got my tongue. Been three years and no songs
And I probably blew it at being a prolific, dashing, heart-slashing singer
So perhaps I can salvage a pride in quality verse quantity before I die
But it resides in the forefront of my mind, a swirling drain
Where overwhelming sums of spitballs, judged and labeled ‘fucking lame,’ flow
The O2 floods into my lungs
Through the blood that my heart pumps
To the brain and make my thoughts
Echo down the calendar
But no harmonies ring charmingly; cheap, used lackluster rhymes
Fill more choruses to bore me with than clips in Milton Times
Still the O2 floods into my lungs
Through the blood that my heart pumps
To the brain and makes my thoughts
Cherry-pick vernacular
This sucks
It's tough when YouTube's fraught with toddlers shredding face at less than half my age,
to not tomahawk this Taylor wildly
To watch as kids I graduated with take 30 fixed and get engaged
Dreamers must admit the outlook is a bit depressing
With the grip of the patch glue goes bands we looked up to
Off backs crowd-surfed blindly toward obscurity coral reefs
Torch both coasts, move to LA, then water down the product
Broaden the demographic until the base decides that they have had enough
For better or worse, I think it's different
For a never-has-been, closet musician
It's hemorrhaging resources, not a small business (fuck)
It's not always fun, it's more of a mission;
To calamine the itch to emote
10-6:30 propped up in the office
One or two ideas drip out from the carcass
I'm so docile, delusional
and paralyzed here
in a cell of excel files
But when I find the word that works, my body feels ignited
The prospect that it could be heard stirs genuine excitement
To think it could be all for naught is sobering and frightening
But I must stare down doubt, writer's block, and do my best to fight it
Not much else can encapsulate the moment quite like writing
Nothing but air vibration can stir love, pain, be inspiring
If one person comes out to sing and see this work recited
Out of friends, out of money; ninety-nine cent bumps still get me that high
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Fauve
04:46
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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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8. |
Maritimes Square
04:09
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Blink of an eye and we've thawed out the permafrost
A Holocene-length polar bear holocaust
Not fed for marinating or groomed by humans? We stopped caring
Our evidence on a figurative seesaw
Ann Darrow versus mating-season King Kong
Still hands still botch hair-splitting; boy cried "wolf," but he's not kidding now
Picked every lock that we saw by rigging it to explode
The heating bill's through the roof inside a house with no doors
Thanks to a selfless stegosaurus, I can eat lime-green guacamole
In months where I start out the mornings scraping frost off the Ford
Abstain from carbon releasing, maintain the stasis of Earth
Sustain emissions increases, replace the bank safes that burst
Issues of this magnitude might need productive debating
About the costs and solutions and not how the Commies have faked it
But then maybe all of my sources are just as fucked
And think-tank echoes made tympanic membranes erupt
Grant-hungry scholars in cahoots like the suits
With their hair disheveled, oil-drenched pant knees
If my brain thirsts a purpose and feeds on cons
Runs a vote vessel, tyrant led senseless pawn
Then rock my dense perception
Poke small holes in these deceptions
Don't back a man who thinks a snowball is food for thought
Says earth is mortal thus this cancer just can't be fought
Or put weight in what Orange Face thinks
You know he's on the first space ship to Mars (to start anew with Ivanka)
Until some grandpas in Florida slicing golf balls
watch their timeshares get swallowed into the Gulf
All hope of habits changing; an ambulance in a carpool lane pile up
(Can’t fight the fear of the doctor, so we stop caring at all)
With doubts compounding, droughts inbound, floods and forest fires
Wi-Fi will fill in as our morphine drip
As bitch-ass young pop stars hone their performance
to sold-out heaps of bloated corpses seated fishless leagues deep
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9. |
Languish Arts
04:43
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Could probably grab a grave for myself
Reserve a plot with the blokes
the dames & damsels who croaked before me
And pen the final draft of my will, set to give Pat my guitars
and give my brother my car and so on.
Know you’re not the only soul alone
I method act and take it too far
52 Blue suit submerges
I nearly drown in the surf, and often
friends, tentative, perform CPR
Cough up the sob story, purge
Leave people fucking perturbed
I'm sorry
No, you're not the only one
Swimming in the single ether, see the shore, my hand outreaching
Just hold on, don’t float on by
Just hold on, don’t float on by if you could
Please wrap your arms around me
squeeze til I’m no longer conscious
Not every day sucks but if it’s not asking much
could I trade my days of meaning if it means I could have one with
feeling?
Not scanning the wasteland 'cause procreation's dire
Not testing the water out when I see a shark fin
Not looking to rent out when I need a buyer of a heart
My chance is getting down to the wire
Each day less Don Juan, Gaston
and more mad scientist off their rocker
Success is rare; more errors than trials
Keep mixing jelly with my peanut butter when I need a fluffernutter
Invest in stocks of my metaphors? I suggest you short
Just hold on, don’t float on by
Just hold on, don’t float on by
Anthropophobia is blinding
You'd sit next to bonfires, outshine them, I'd doubt it
Numb to the pain of trying to find it
You'd hit my rubber heart like lightning, I'd doubt it
So please wrap your arms around me
squeeze til I’m no longer conscious
Not every day sucks but if it’s not asking much
could I trade my days of meaning if it means I could have one with feeling?
Please wrap your arms around me,
squeeze the life right from my body
Not every day sucks but if it’s not asking much
could I trade my days of meaning if it means I could have one with feeling?
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10. |
Oh
03:04
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"We're close" somehow slips out as strangely hyperbolic
Rings through our anecdotes in chambers, hyperbaric
A hairline fracture webs and cracks into divides, splits
a foundation feigning strength, one gust was all it took
It was one awkward month and now you're a stranger
One odd remark and now you're a stranger
My guess, you'd started fresh crash testing out new worlds
Boiling alive in Pheonix, struggling in New York
Went out the window with our run-in at the mall
The labored exchange, your body language, and brief revival after got me
Convinced an alien ambushed him on a walk
Took his real body up to research, test, and prod
New people in his life don't give a second thought
to the basic fact: you are a bot
Asylum bound, I'm bound and carted off
(Does this mean we're done trading our cards?
You've got my Charizard)
Conversing more with my adversaries
Visitors real and imaginary
Lost in mud swirls in drywall ceilings
Like stratus clouds to eyeballs, seeing things
Copilot seat in the Civic
Dust-covered suit of a groomsman
Comic relief at the deathbed
My failing grip on a best friend
Stop calling up every three months when you need a solid
Drop the faux politeness bit and treat me like you always did
Stop dolling up our plans to more than a lift to Boston
Drop the roaring laughter skit and treat me like you always did
Stop this falling off the grid and treat me like you always
It was one awkward month and now you're a stranger
One odd remark and now you're a stranger
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