1. |
Molotov
02:20
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We had demands
and you
had your chance.
In the same forty ounce
I emptied out:
camphor
diesel
soaked rag
a glass-belly song-full
toss it and duck.
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2. |
Chiburi
00:53
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“Use your words kid”
I tried that
but not one
Would work
[Head split on bamboo floor]
Tirade, kill them all.
Glass jaws, all of you.
[Chiburi]
It wasn’t just the backroom cries
it-was-the-witness you made of me
curse the gods that I survived
Do it now. Or should I.
Take one last breath.
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3. |
Orphan
01:10
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They say she had chains
wrapped around her neck
when they pulled her out
from the well.
How long
was she down there?
How did
she survive?
Mouth full of stars,
memory spare her now.
No one can keep her safe from
the day she remembers
her birth from algae.
Only she can keep on
surviving, surviving.
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4. |
Ellipses
01:11
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There's
no
after,
just this.
There's
no
ellipses.
Nothing
unsaid.
Don’t think
I’ll leave you
Alive
though half-dead
Not that it’s instant
Not that’s it’s lights out
But taste
the edge of my blade
No judge
denies
paradise
‘cause
there's none
just mouthfuls of dirt.
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5. |
Notch
01:32
|
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Up my sleeve you will see
there's a notch--each body...
I've crossed out your name before.
There's no way out.
I'm no kid now--
I'm the mastermind,
I'm a cold case,
I'm on high.
Down, down.
Yea we go down.
I can’t wait
Count all the stand-ins as
in the way.
You rough draft, (run-on, error)
I'll cross you out.
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6. |
Siphon
01:22
|
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There’s no waking
There’s no half-light
There’s no off-ramp
There’s no morning
Only midnight
Cut the stitches off
My tank, it runs on anything
I siphon off the firmament
and ride off.
Hey rearview,
Why can't you feel this way?
Now you've gone.
Who's driving?
All these pistons in my head,
I'm not sure if I'm already dead.
Anne Sexton in my rearview,
I let the throttle go.
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7. |
Charcoal
02:34
|
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I'll kick in the window
I'll turn on the gas
I'll leave no trace,
No nightgowns or photographs
This house it had good bones
from the oldest pines
Flames climb yellowed walls
what was this life of mine
I turned to charcoal
Long ago
You with the kerosene hands.
You brought the war home
Veteran
Now you've made one of me.
Graft
me a new face
Restore
what was behind.
Can you hear me?
I'll never put you out.
This is the judgement
That I have cast down
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8. |
Mobius
02:22
|
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Windows down,
I’m on the mobius,
driving through the night.
Drag your body,
you’re my Hector now,
a dying satellite,
til you smithereen
to nothing.
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