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Someone's Lifework
04:56
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So I must still mean something to you
'cause you wake up beside me on an airplane
and ask me: “How do I stop the car?"
I wanna say: “Don't worry, from where you sit
there's really nothing you can do”
but I have to be my old self again
and kiss you and tell you where we are
Float! the plan isn’t weak
the debris in a creek
passes over
an old, submerged vessel
a two-faced rover
Someone’s lifework is swelling under me
I don’t quite know where to look (mmh we don't know anything)
or how to look at it correctly,
I'd rather ask you: "With the three years between us
will you stay put?" instead
it seems that you’re older
performing to the bends ahead
Float! the plan isn’t weak (is this our get-away chance?)
the debris in a creek (tell me in advance!)
passes over (babe just lean in and
an old, submerged vessel search the stream for luck)
a two-faced rover (just gotta trust that it won't clog)
(promise we won’t get stuck?)
And so the security would last longer than we thought
let alone the wait for vacancy in a packed sky (an entire rugby team
black flies walking around in midair
backfire on the spot at disconnected, pure speed)
I thought I lingered for a minute to drop dead or drop up
Well youth lacks much of life, we’re living proof
I rush to revenge the second I lose my patience (you point at timid, nervous
to wait for a concession hierarchies through all you declare)
just to backfire on the spot, (let's wait for it)
and kiss you just to wake you up (let's just wait for it)
now wake up
Float! the plan isn’t weak (is this our get-away chance?)
the debris in a creek (tell me in advance!)
passes over (babe just lean in and
an old, submerged vessel search the stream for luck)
a two-faced rover (just gotta trust that it won't clog)
(promise we won’t get stuck?)
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In a moment of strange devotion
you’ve packed to make it far
painted fresh numbers on the car
there is no bargaining
Epsom maps out ideas all over the backseat
so you can focus on the driving
Once out on Landmass Parkway we’ll be back in the eighties again
yuppies in their spyders
hardships resting in their cases
striking by next to the carpool lane
listen to how the gear shifts flutter strangely unchanged
rustling in the shuttles is the same late age
At the front of your mind
bright upon the reservoir
a sound jolts the tall yellow
in the tall green pink
Amherst comes backing up the horn section
so you can focus on the singing
Once heading into c sharp we’ll be back in the forties again
as I ask for a marker
a sheet turn wets a page;
you’re checking the score for universal dick
these movements full of light will only make your downtime doubt stick
you’re powered open by rehearsing for the same late age
In the far corner of an Italian diner
the four of us sit down as prophetic witches
we’re dealt concert-like attention
but you don’t look at me
you've gone looking into things within yourself
so you can focus on the eating
Once pulling out from there the next forty years pass too slowly again
same old wowing, ciao’ing,
smiles pulled off for a wage,
while pizza bakers in the back spit in the dough
and waiters, ‘bout to carry out, sneeze in the minestrone
shredding on the graters is the same late age
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3. |
Grand Jury Staller
05:39
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He tries
(The fighting and the down-tearing were from him trying);
“Sein, I’d like to dress you like red wine” he says
later then “Sein, I’d like to wear you”
He tells her how borrowing money from a person
that he hardly knows used to get him off
He dealt in academia
He also touched upon combat
He even took a job once
“Oh but you met me too early” he says
“I was a startled man before you
Too anxious to follow up
Drowning just standing up before you
Dying just trying to”
“What if..-“
In August she tours an outdoor Tucson venue with the choir
During that night’s Sicut Cervus
there is an experimental changing of the guard
Color draws so far inward
“Circuits serve us” sings in her insect-like
He’ll only love me when the lights are off
At this hour at diplomatic pink (just fire yourself)
the cypresses shed wild lint
Boleros mark sopranos
Looks like written in their print is “Sein”
She reads it, and in the reading of it
she grasps at herself from behind
“Oh come touch base with me, rare beauty!” he said
He was a startled man before her
Drowning just standing up before her
Dying just trying
Oh but you met me too early” he said (I don’t want that money)
He was a startled man before her
Too anxious to follow up
Drowning just standing up before her
Dying to try to follow suit
“I want
helicopters in good weather
always either leaving or returning to Arizona”
To think that Chelsea Manning sparked the things coming for her
Strangio on a rhetorical roll in court
Well, there’s a dryness to the spark
Not what you’d think of as magic (maybe just fire yourself)
But then he had her hormones land in
Her unprecedented darts
like sparrows upon a zoo –
you know how some symptoms start?
How they occur in waiting rooms?
Oh come on, don’t you know it?
He was a startled man before her
Drowning just standing up before her
Dying just trying to
“For how long will you be waiting?” he said
He was a startled man before her
Drowning just standing up before her
Dying just trying to
“How long until I’m ready?” he said (I don’t want that money)
He was a startled man before her
Too anxious to follow up
Drowning just standing up before her
Dying to try to (no I don’t want that money)
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What is it that makes Nixon and Khrushchev look up from their plates
the night the ship is brought to a standstill
in the Transatlantic vacuum?*
The saucings are ready, tele-religious
Crew and waiters were radically quick
“Don’t you agree?” says Dick,
digging into New England clam chowder,
“So much happens in French and German, only, it won’t reach me”
(*If only you’d convince me that the brake is right in front of me!*)
Khrush glares down at the clams
and bites his grey lower lip to think:
If I had those brought to me raw, I'd rinse them
Then I’d pull them out of cold water, riddled
But then I’d stop to think for twenty years after a minute,
and I’d fail to serve them in this Cold War kitchen
Now bowls arrive with a continental meal: watercress
makes for goodnight salad
and distills the starfish in Dick’s breath
What is it that makes Nixon and Khrushchev look up from their plates
as bureaus of light from gentle Jupiter
come trailing west on the endless waters
to dry-bathe on the deck?
“You sure let the economy float free to self-inflate” says Khrush
with a scarecrow smile growing harder
“But – what was that? Good ideas in French and German don’t exactly circulate?”
(*How can you let yourself manipulate? The brake is right in front of you!*)
For a second Dick drifts off back home,
spends Halloween on the red carpet,
then bites his gray lower lip to gain himself back
World leader hunger hurls against the ship’s balcony
Khrush draws a shy, internal bath
Kate and Sammy made it through the separation
by sharing material between Texas and Tuscany
Now wine and sandwiches are presented on the table:
Pinot-Botticelli – here's to European users
A toast to the arts straight out of the galley
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*I bought the painting in a gallery
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Amephrey and Ontario
05:31
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Dear Amephrey,
I met someone at the end of a dirt road
on a hill overlooking the coastal forest
He was leaning on his scooter
Mild scent of gas
from an old Honda Zoomer
My skin was tinted green by the glow of his eyes
Minding my reactions now, I think I’m calling for a tutor
Dear Ontario,
this year my heart went bankrupt
I’m outgrowing eye contact
You need to confide in a stronger stranger
But prepare to see!
Frisk all the explanatory models under your tongue
Prepare to bring your own narrative in danger
Amephrey,
I’ve heard that queer peers help each other
to some sense of superiority
Introduce me to your kin, the bold
Nobody’s ever
gonna reward my bros for their unsurpassed self-control
For clinging to definedness,
to one aesthetic throughout years foretold
No Ontario,
I won’t let you fetishize simplicity in peace
I go to sleep so close to electricity
I surf on my tongue in its shadow
How dare you speak
of the sensibility that you and your bros deem taboo
just because it’s inaccessible to you?
But Amephrey,
I looked back at him!
Out of that handsome place he could have made
the air race across our skin. Be nice,
oh but be honest
I’m merely some corporation’s attempt at being human
I mean you kind of are the machinist here
You must have some advice
But Ontario,
which tutor would I be to you?
A queer parent rooting for you at an easy distance?
Or a soon-to-be accomplice pioneering your new-paradigm pleasures?
This binary inquiry
and the mutiny laughing at it makes me anxious
I find myself reduced to appreciative features
Amephrey,
why this need to know?
A process hasn’t got to be guided
by the uncovering of what could go missing
Oh but let your questions be physical
I’m the longing tech in a provincial park – listen;
So open to my life renewing –
for decisions reaching out from your nervous system
No Ontario,
I say risk the confident quirk at the buffet then!
This person offered you carrots,
and now you’re wondering what to make of it
Then risk sitting down
Here's to the art of spotting a dick balancing a crowd
Here’s to staying around to remind his ulterior motives to come out
and have at it
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6. |
Ensemble Fever
05:21
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The given institution of coupling
hums from inside the hotel lobby bars
Pick up lines by ruby red musicians
Heavy, beige lounging
Tropes of the dim lighting
Shame’s kept up his promised weapon-waving
'cause I’ve been crossing into mobility
To all things out here
Tremendous bees droned in the violins
Why not film me while you’re waiting for the light?
While you’re held up by a ruby red instrument
you’re falling short; NSA rigged
You’re shedded when the strings kick in
All my crushes of the year
This is where I've taken them
Cornered in ensemble fever
Corrupted I’ll help
It’ll help
Oh but to what generic extent can two trans girls
flicker through ninety nighttime burpees?
Are we just picking up the loop, the meridian?
The drop-down-dead defeat,
and a leap of win in every rep
Professional suspicion living in the river
inspecting passes on this economy
encompassing but a forward stand
Oh a forward stand
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7. |
Formality Jerne-Site
04:20
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When J gave birth to Jill:
periodic, poetic tremor
in a red and gilded night
our Colorado kitchen cohesion
When F gave birth to Frieden:
soundless blitz galore
Around us pop culture made a vow
to a normative desire
drawing in like water color percussion
Jill would soon start claiming it to be lethal
to read up from her default red:
“Somebody dug too deep on me, Frieden!”
but Frieden would stop her right there:
“Radiation is everyone’s child
We’re seismic
We’re charged
Burning out there in the landscape
You’ve strained to contain
but don’t you think that your metallics
would have risen up either way?”
When S gave birth to Sunny:
a heart open to new humor
in an ill-gendered, polite teenager
The air shone like fire
against common, comic attempts on a night run
Frieden would soon start frequenting the horses at the Brintpole-Phixer Junction
to race out on Hotmail and disappear in the hills
“I’m running hot on the inside, Sunny!”
but Sunny would get her urgency:
“How to free us, really
When practicing singing
I thought:
savouring this fourth – that I can do!
Note by note if felt like
I modified sheer world presence
Retrieving my tongue made the panic erode”
Sunny would soon start yelling the blood work results through the basement bathroom door
American English rises to the occasion like a verdict:
“Somebody called my name on me, Jill!”
To Jill it sometimes sounds like
down here
a phone is ringing
It rings true
calling out to the fields behind the stable
I really have strained to contain
Could Fahrenheit and Hotmail come with me through puberty again?
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The Lascaux Associate
04:41
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I’m at this dim-lighted conference in the back in the dark
when his hips reel him in from somewhere
“Listen – I think she’s leaving archaeological ground”
His attempt of whisper is rare
“She wouldn’t want us to get too comfy, would she?”
His grin past my ear and mouth
spills down and melts the microphone in me
“Drink this”
Then slips away to get me one more vodka-jam tea
He’s come around again,
“Why is she still so angsty up there? What’s the threat?
The devil went away with the smilodon!”
Last year he’d say there’s no way he’d consider big game,
but now – now the knives want forth;
saber teeth are shutting on this salon
Is it a lovesick erection roaming in from the patio?
(Is this the place he comes to forget love?)
His grin at my ear and mouth
briefly but surely revisits the buffet in me
“Eat this”
Then slips me half a pickle for my vodka-jam tea
Up on the stage feelings arrest Erica – grey as sketches of great precision
What waited for you here last year, moderator girl?
Darkened cinematics –
we agreed to stand clear of the same smirks,
but then division set out for our corny nerves,
and only she afforded to turn down the lasciviously catty
Is this the place he comes to associate freely?
His grin nears my ear and mouth
Chatter from the innermost cavelike washrooms
“You are not a man, are you, silly?”
and I tilt like a straw in a drink
under his wit acknowledging
The devil went to be a man
The shape of a pedestrian
An Abraham or Nick
Musical authority
Nothing too abstruse or shrill
seemed to do the trick
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9. |
How Intimate It Gets
04:30
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Last Sunday the priestess’s headset
dropped in and out of amplification;
right through the speaker up above the altar
the sermon was exchanged to rhythmic thumps
touring out upon communion;
with the battery run dry,
with the heartbeat of the holy spirit
morse coding on my eardrum
I thought, as an essential rule of thumb,
is this that ultimate, sought-after relation?
technically speaking
more or less
is this how intimate it gets?
Some gazes stir me,
"What can you give to me?
How can you overthrow me?” he says
and throws himself onto me – provider
we slit our palms and shake hands
our lungs close by, close to pressuring the rhyme
his gaze stirs me – later on, none of this
will enter my vessels where our vessels met
injected into him, I tried to decipher
is this that ultimate, sought-after relation?
technically speaking
is this wide open blood cells?
more or less
is this how intimate it gets?
(In and out of cold hands,
our lungs:
I am not blind
your fingers are lines
they have pointed
towards feeling,
they sometimes bend
and hold around
whatever they find)
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10. |
Measures Of Its Own
07:09
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Hail, Jura! Conjurer
Strips of culture appear
among strips
of greenish, brownish – breathing automatically
Slick obscurant!
I see your remote controlled bird parades;
vultures fixed on a short-lived nature's punctual machinery
Heavyweight, Jura!
Lets a pack of robot canines into the woods:
camera eyes,
airbrushed joints,
glossy limbs:
movement prediction within these carriers
My heart beats along the road –
our ghosts that dared to look up
In a murky meadow they met
the people of the area
Upscale, Jura!
And from the moment of evolving the trump-card absurdity:
hail the human intelligence!
Measured by measures of its own
Leading some minds
to know how to put on a show of force,
potential purgatory
And how to proclaim knowledge sovereign
of all living
Entitlement’s keystone
Short-term, Jura!
If intelligence was measured
in the time span of survival
then we’re outrun by the flora and the fauna
that so far have powered us
Then we’re by far the simplest species
ever to have walked the globe, Jura
In the middle of our love for each other's thinking here, Jura:
breathing in your male cowardice
Male, Jura!
And then they're meeting you later
right where product meets face
outside on the back stairs
of a hardware store in your birth region
I dare not think, it roars much
It gets silent here at night
Whoever dares to whisper
my ears are ready to listen
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