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Blood on My Bike Seat
05:16
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Two rum and cokes and a whiskey shot
Slithering out of the bar
A bottle of wine at Molly's house
It's three AM and there's a thirty rack on the porch
I'm on the couch
Turning inside out
I say I'm going home
He says don't go alone
I don't know how to say no
Joey I don't mind if you stay the night
But can this wait until morning?
It's just that the beer and wine
Have left me sick and dry
But I will see you in morning
Is it so hard to unwrap your hand
From around my neck?
Is it so hard just to go to sleep?
You can have me in your dreams
Joey I don't think you should stay the night
Even if you have to drive
I need to unwrap my skin
Air out my skeleton
It's a private coping mechanism
Try to drive in the lines
Don't find a cop tonight
And don't you call me in the morning
Is it so hard to untwist your hand
From the tendrils of my hair?
Is it so hard to feel my teeth break skin?
The trickle of blood on your shoulder?
I'd like to see you in ten years
Teeth rotted out of your skull
And scars torn down your back
From a horrible motor vehicle collision
You hit a tree with your Camry
And then you fell asleep for a while
A while
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Our bodies are nothing more than displaced air
I wanted to tell you and I love the space you fill up
If we’re nothing different than the dirt on the floor
Then what’s stopping you from moving over here
And getting dirty
I’m holding my skin open for you to come into
I covered myself in handles for you to grab onto
And pull yourself up
I never thought that I’d be so accommodating
Didn’t think I’d compromise myself
Just so you might touch me
Just so you might look at me
I wanted to tell you to close the gap between us
To close your eyes and move against me like
Schools of fish in captivity
I wanted to tell you that loving me is like falling over
There are no arms to catch you
Just the cold mouth of the ocean
Do you see how the wind blows the clouds past this scene?
An always shifting set of eyes looking down at you turning away from me
Fragmented memories from many minds
Come together to paint the picture of my body
Arched and vibrating
At the promise of your fingers
Now gone
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But Who Is the Dreamer?
04:35
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There is a silent echo where memory used to be
Invisible empty boxes full of faces I can’t see
Sometimes in the morning
I feel your hands plunging into me
Then you’re blown away in the breeze
With my eyes and kidneys
There is a shadow asleep in my bed
I grab the ax but I lack the strength
To cut off its head
Whenever I’m alone
I tear the paint from the wall
My skin and muscle split open
I see static where should be bone
If you’re not afraid of endings
Then let me show you mine
Cause I can’t remember my middle
And to try’s just wasting time
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Katrina
04:12
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Maybe it’s not enough sleep
You say I need to keep up a good routine
Maybe I just need a little undressing
I’m in the in-between of being out of my mind
On the roof of some hole in the night
And not a single one of you bastards
Could ever stop me from
Fucking in the street
Oh Katrina
I wish I would’ve seen ya last night
Maybe it’s too much weed
I feel I’m getting green
I’d rather kiss you til I’m purple
Then fade into the scenery
It’s unlikely you’d ever be happy with me
I’m just a sex dream
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Pet Sematary
06:58
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Names eroded away
Crumbling grey stone
Black sky flashes white
The flare of St. Elmo’s Fire
The ground splits open for me
To embrace his body
And I’ll leave him to the leaves
That spiral around the trees
Wish I could make this move counter clockwise
The leaves would rise to their trees
The sun set in the east
And the bodies bloom from their graves
The still born’s cry was silent
Grey fist unclenching
I try to slow my breathing
Tense my grip on the flashlight
Try to find the right words
To explain this miracle
His body is animated
His eyes are opening for the first time
Take the body and bury it in the snow
The ground is too cold to let go of its bones
In the springtime the rain feeds the mold
Skin melts into soil into primrose
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