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FLURRY FADER

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  You told me your feelings, every word a different shape We swam to the ceiling to bask in our great escape Swallowed in white. Howl of the light. How did you know, where did you go, embraced by the snow Swallowed in pockets, our thoughts bundled underneath Pry smiles from their sockets, send signals between the teeth Stained by the cold, fall in the fold How do you know, where do you go, embraced by the snow Sensory fade, face in retrograde How did you know, where did you go, erased by the snow

HALLWAY'S COMET

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  I've searched from room to room, I've combed the carpet floors. I've searched the ceiling fans and inside hardwood pores. I've searched the footnotes of teardrops, I've searched the soles of shoes I've deconstructed gazes and scrutinized tattoos Always one step beyond the comet of the hallway Figments of Kodachrome sunset into dull grey Pillowed in whiskey swigs and ozone of cathode ray 50 saints harmonize but I've forgotten how to pray I've explored mustard stains, interpreted tea leaves I've rifled through the books filled with allegories I've searched through towers and towels, through cabinets and cabernets Even flipped through afterthoughts and analyzed hearsay Still I've never been the comet of the hallway Embers fading before I trip through the doorway Just anxious shadows and the incense scent of Sunday Memories snaking out the landscape of the ashtray In the corner of my mind I feel the glowing Sunken treasure stretching arms out j

MACKEREL SKY

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  Underneath the quilted sky, Fish never forget the sea Taste the change in liquid sighs, Graves unfurled by gravity  See your lazy thought balloon swallowed by the autumn moon  Watch as your reflection sneaks out the stained glass window  Underneath Dutch Angle sky, shadows sneak through dead tree limbs Drowned in shoulders of the shy, murmured frowns and handwrung hymns From beneath the Mackerel sky, dreams de-tuned feedback your eye Horizon stained in grey-black streaks like a reverse rainbow  Just beyond the Mackerel sky, piece the mirrored shards together  Frozen in the alkali, torn asunder by the weather  Shining dimly through the noise, cursive rain loops and destroys Lift the pen cap mountain peaks, feel the healing glow

THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS EVER

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  Horizon holds her breath, unfurling toward the days endeavors. The fog twined in the trees, spun out to spell The Ghost of Christmas Ever Sacred and scared in the snow, starlight of stairs lets me go The fireplace sings soft and low, bringing me I made a prayer for you, sculpted from mercy and feathers It spiraled from my hands, wings whispering The Ghost of Christmas Ever Sacred and scared in the snow, starlight of stairs lets you go The fireplace sings soft and low bringing you Sacred and scared in the snow, buried in hair long ago Your spirit sings soft and low, beckoning

THE MACULATE CONCESSION

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  How does it feel to be dealt a hand full of sardines and rusty nails?  Pinch yourself you might find that you hate the way you feel.  Frosted shoulder shoves your teeth into crooked interruption. Loop the handshake in reverse til we forget our introduction. Leaves falling like elevators, confetti the political desanguination. Your mouth is spitting bitter snow but everybody's changed the station. Scrape off the tears of rage and cultivate a garden of attrition. Feed the beast of kindness and pray it don't die of malnutrition. You think when the dust settles you'll ascend to the upper crust. But when all is dotted and crossed you'll only be left with dust. Elevator filled with fallen leaves, crisply blanket the fallow field. Throwing punches yards from the mark, it doesn't matter if you yield.

A WOLF, A GUN

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In your dream, your hair is dancing, off-key tributes twine, entrancing The crackling hum of waves of light, coarsing through your veins like snakebite Children shivering like a paused VHS, angry furniture fills the room with stress Pummel problems we can't diagnose, morse code clocking ticks out threatening odes Singing Ooh, I'm a wolf, I am a gun in your home There was a time there was a God who hung his world on your facade Fingers thrumming ribs like strings, scripture spread from spine like wings Then the words burned off the page, flames warping sound in crackled rage A smoking book, a mumbled moral, filled with pseudo-sense in quarrel Screaming Ooh, I'm a wolf, I am a gun in your home Shadow babble, TV tongue, spirit throttled, left unsung Harps of doubt are fully strung, breath of cynic spins in lung The facade world now gone unhung, Sunday bells all mute, unrung But inspiration's found among dreams and colors of the young Singing Ooh, I'm a wolf, I am a 

ROOFBIRDS

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Roofbirds could fly us away, instead they roost They demean the destitution that they produced They're grooming their grubby feathers so handsome We're trapped behind bars in their national ransom Roofbirds you roll us like dice in your game The whole world is burning but you side with the flames We all yearn to soar to the peaks in this town But we decay in the drought of your trickle down We'll rise above your prickly fence Our gift to make your present tense Re-dictionary the world to make sense Roofbirds presume to be wholly devout Their orders come straight from the puppet's mouth No true deity penetrates your radar Your hijacked horizon will blind you with stars We'll rise above your prickly fence Our gift to make your present tense Re-dictionary the world to make sense You scratchy uncles better flee This blue wave from the rising sea Wash out your stains so everyone can be free