1. |
Between Twin Banks
03:21
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I had a dream
That I was floating on my back,
Down a river set between
Two endless banks,
Suspended in white nothing.
The pebbles roll at random,
Down the left-most shore.
The current carries hundreds
Bobbing at the surface
And lifted to the right.
The levees hold the water,
It flows in all directions,
All is wide and open,
The current moves beneath me,
And I am lifted to the right.
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2. |
The Hospital
05:34
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Take off your clothes
One thread at a time,
Make up your hospital
Bed next to mine.
The pain the hold
Is bleeding you dry.
Your blood bags are running out,
Piled twelve years high.
You don't go to sleep,
Just lay and obsess.
How things would be different,
If you could get dressed.
You're still seventeen,
You'll turn twenty two,
Left behind stuck before,
This happened to you.
But I love you and I will do
When this proves too much to bare.
I'll lay with you in filthy sheets
Slowly dying there.
Say when you hurt,
I want to know,
Don't worry about me,
I won't let it show.
I think of you always,
Of my bad advice,
Of feeling so helpless,
Of rolling the dice.
So I'll take off my clothes,
One thread at a time.
I'll make up my hospital,
Bed intertwined.
We'll lay ourselves down
And sleep for a while,
Exist in our lonely beds,
In our hospital aisle.
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3. |
An Art Thief
02:59
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I am an old woman,
Named after my mother.
I am an art thief,
I forge and replace.
I tumble down stairs, in pitch dark.
I scrabble and scratch.
I throw it all in, 'til it sits right.
Wearing a wire, invoice pad in hand.
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4. |
An Offering
06:29
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Late night,
Sitting up waiting for nothing.
Lamp light,
Hoping I'll shake off this feeling.
Read aloud,
Slipped off the plain where you struggled.
Quiet,
Seeing myself in you I sing.
------
Have me for dinner,
Eat me for breakfast,
I'll be alright,
I'll be yours.
I'll be your prisoner,
I'll be your sinner,
I'll be alright
If you'll help me to give this a chance,
Then have me for dinner,
Eat me for breakfast,
The rest tastes the same, sallow and bland.
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Farewell,
To a poet, a writer, a person.
I asked around,
No highway can bring you back,
On holiday,
The crickets are mourning in plainsong.
I read Snow,
Comfortable in strange meaning.
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Have me for dinner,
Eat me for breakfast,
I'll be alright,
I'll be yours.
I'll be your prisoner,
I'll be your sinner,
I'll be alright,
If you'll help me to give this a chance
Then have me for dinner,
Eat me for breakfast,
The rest tastes the same, sallow and bland.
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5. |
Goodbye Old Ghosts
05:10
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Goodbye, old house.
It's time.
There's flames in your halls,
And mine.
When i packed up my things, years ago
I wasn't traveling light.
Brought everything with me but the kitchen sink,
In cardboard boxes enshrined.
Now my house is bursting, ready to explode,
With all the things in my mind.
If I could go back, I don't know that I would.
I've thought it sometimes.
Picture young streets,
Long nights.
There's blood on my hands
From short fights.
Now I leave my children, bones and dust,
Eaten by time.
I leave the blame, the things that were said,
The guilt spattered wall.
Footprints and shadows and running up stairs,
Dustless sparkle.
Small indistinct figures in darkened rooms
Will one day be tall.
Goodbye old fire,
Ashen frame.
Goodbye old ghosts,
Now few.
I'm sitting alone again,
Writing this song,
Writing my book.
Thinking of histories,
Weighing on spines.
Wood into leaves.
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