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Disappointment Lake
01:54
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2. |
Crooked House
05:08
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Crooked house, your doors hang askew in their frames
Keeping nothing safe, leaking space unto space
Creaking cold
In static snow
My joints unfold to points unknown
Crooked house, your halls trace a forbidden shape
Seasons pass like days in your siren embrace
The floorboards bow
In creaking cold
As woolly figures come and go
Crooked house, your walls twist the night on itself
Til I can’t recall that I was someone else
In static snow
The TV drones
A thousand voices drown my own
We took great care
Laying the least part of you to rest
The rest I kept
To wrestle with for all the days I’m left
In our crooked house
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3. |
Brake Light Sonnet
03:01
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My heart yet moves for empty space
For contour maps and waterways
And when I see a distant hill
I wish I were upon it
And yet I’m back where the angles meet
Hearing thunder in the morning train
Feeling currents underneath the streets
Swollen with the oily rain
Wind through potted trees
Whispers to me
To come back home
With my shield or on it
Brake lights profane the horizon
And street lights dim the sky
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4. |
Karate
03:40
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An empty hand
An hour’s peace
A broken glass
A broken lease
Juvenile and retrograde
Talking in my sleep
Absent all my better days
Take me in my need
A silent string
A settled plan
An empty glass
An empty hand
Juvenile and retrograde
Talking in my sleep
Absent all my better days
Take me in my need
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5. |
Banners
03:53
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Pumping fists in the un-self-conscious pose of youth
The less you know, the more the whole world burns with Truth
Thinking in banners
Writing in firebombs
Speaking in stars
Calling out questions
Taking the answers too far
Drinking deeply of the tides in a cup of tea
Whose torrents sweep away the structures of centuries
Thinking in labyrinths
Writing in vectors
Speaking in clouds
Calling out questions
Taking the answers too far
Thinking in glaciers
Writing in geodes
Speaking in prayers
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6. |
If Then Sonnet
03:47
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If our dear seed should fall on rough terrain
And never find a furrow waiting for
And kick around forever wanting rain
A promise posed and waiting, never more
If our dear child should never learn a word
And all our voices clatter in his ears
And beat like wicked drumming overheard
And leave him wretched, cowering in fear
If our dear home should fall around our feet
A splintered mess of planks and broken beams
And all it never was would never be
A fiction failing at its hopeful seams
Then dearly I won’t condescend to grieve
But sleep within the sweetness I believe
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