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The Price
02:52
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I don't have the price. Kissing the wrong ass and emphasizing the wrong words. Scratching at the wrong rash and thinning out the wrong herds. I can hear this entire city. A chorus laughing hysterically. Laughing at the expense of me. I’m miserable. I’m a missile. Shit. Creature in the crawlspace. Caught in a scrape with the clock face. A burlap collar confused with lace. Pull the pin. A vessel directionless. Yes, I can admit to this. A penchant for too many sips. And a head full of emptiness. A border collie. A familiar route home. Your actions uncharacteristic. A germ.
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The Cover
02:48
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I’ve been working up the courage to call out what’s currently been causing me grief. Wrung out and worried cuz I’ve done some learning and I’ve heard that the wording is key. And like all the clams keeping secrets sealed off from the sea, a pearl from the sand, it's probably better just not to speak. The cushion was dry, but there’s a stain on the outside. There was nothing that the cleaners could do. Kissed the chalk goodbye, but it left a water line. The final clue that the cover was through. The birds have mites this season and it’s giving us a reason to keep em locked in a room. The loneliness is better cuz if spread to other feathers then the bugs could fill every coup. Kept the grease from the pan. Kept the gas in the can. Avoid igniting the fuel. It’s easy to stand with the help of a hand. You kept walking while I tied my shoe. Would’ve worn out the handle of every tool trying to build a structure true. Turns out the castle was already cool. The kingdom had no need for the fool. All the cannons spanning the side of the warship, they were so heavily loaded the boat couldn’t help but tip.
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The Locks
03:48
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Your fingers are five filaments. They finally started gleam. They set fire to the firmament, but the lightning missed the tree. Sunk eyes a witness from the sediment of the lake I drank to please. You smile and sip a separate element. Swapped the wine for something sweet. The locks were loosened on the gate. A stranger came to lift the chain. Can’t keep a wild horse at bay. Couldn’t wait for the escape. I wish I’d known you wrote a laundry list of the places where the glasses leaked. So when you mixed the port with the tonic it wasn’t in a cup abruptly cleaved. Spent so much time just trying to earn a drip, couldn’t see a bottle empty. Would’ve tasted whatever burned my lips from anything that chipped my teeth. Are the kids in Berlin much thinner than me? Are they drenched with cocaine sweat on a mission to find the best speed? Are their shelves full of texts that I didn’t read? Do they know how to make a flower grow without ever sowing a seed?
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The Wasps
04:18
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Keep the incision site clean. Pull the sutures through the meat. May have lifted a few lines, but reworked them til they’re mine and then I fucking nailed the speech. Swim the river as a lane. Bitten tongue. Prolonged. Refrained. Follow the pattern of a pain. Swallow the prattle of a drain. Keeping constant care while creasing the crane. The wasps were dancing, but they couldn’t hear the song. Two cormorants sleeping. One at dusk, the other dawn. Craft a chair to calm the beast. Show the sun how to set in the East. Stretch the stems that wouldn’t grow. Singing through the stranglehold. Smelled the cinnamon left out of the feast. What’s an arrow without its bow? Laid bare on sheets too flimsy to fold. That door was born to creak. The hinges more than hate the grease. Set inside a frame too crooked to close. I looked up all the answers. I wrote em on my hand. I knew I failed that day at Alibi. I knew I failed right off the bat. I knew I failed when you mentioned Fassbinder and I thought, “who is that?”. You were grading on a curve. Yeah, you were charitable with that. Until my hometown emerged and laid the curve flat.
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