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they walked to the water's edge
and stood awhile
not even talking
watching the breakers
rolling in, birds
outrunning the width of the ocean
outside the bank he sat
criss-crossed, apple-sauced
all his life he'd never asked for cent
and he wasn't about to start now
walking dogs,
mowing lawns
hiding behind venetian blinds
blue light flashing on cave walls
hieroglyphs spelling nothing
they drove to the powerline cut
and parked where no one could see
the sky blue, then
bruised, then grey
the only sound the sound of engine ticks
they portaged the boat over the rocks
and garbage left on the river shore
slipped into the current bow-first
the tide sucking everything out to sea
smoking cigarettes
grabbing a scratch-off
hiding behind an endless scroll
white light flashing, cubicle partitions
a code nobody could read
"What about the weekend
do you not understand?"
"What about the weather?"
"Not worth talking about."
"What about wasting time,
writing in your little black book?"
"What about capital? Recalculating
your New Net Worth."
what did we think we were doing?
we never had a plan
what about the future?
i can't see you getting out
putting notions into words
another ruined piece of paper
what about equity?
just tell me where it hurts
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2. |
brain'd on the leefang
05:00
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3. |
the moat
04:45
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you can code the script
you can buy a boat
you can wire a fence
and you can fill the moat
and you can empathize
you can read the room
you can sing the song
and you can feed the flame
you can shovel coin
and you can shovel coal
you can shovel dirt
'til every ditch is full
And you can push the button
and you can staunch the blood
you could see what's coming
when no one else could
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4. |
zenzizenzizenzic
04:04
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5. |
bono pulls a boner
08:35
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6. |
feynman's funk
05:27
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a lot of big liars
fight for the little lie
a lot of shit-talkers
talk like they're punk as fuck
a lot of forced errors
not so many RBIs
a lot of flush diners
leaving with empty plates
a lot of brush fires
burning the buildings down
a lot of pulled muscles
cripple the athletes
a lot of smoke signals
darken the evening sky
a lot of drunk lawyers
scanning all frequencies
so many show jumpers
sp many bent spoons
so many corporate mergers
so many full moons
so many politicians
so many generations
abandoning their trenches
asleep at their station
a lot of transmissions
a lot of static signals
a lot of lost satellites
a lot of downed drones
a lot of missile silos
a lot of golden handcuffs
a lot of weight lifters
drowning in emotion
a lot of soul singers
cry me an ocean
a lot of slung arrows
a lot of full gallows
a lot of fields fallow
a lot of bone marrow
a lot of hope waning
a lot of acid raining
a lot of eyes burning
a lot of smoke churning
can I get a witness?
can I get a refund?
a focus on the family
a burden on the state
a wall on every border
engraving on the plate
a wire to the temple
a chain around my waist
a simple explanation
a reasonable request
a place to hide in silence
a bullet thru the vest
a camera on the corner
a seized CPU
an AK-47
a Sig 365
a taciturn ex-preacher
some friend of friends of mine
a twisted sense of justice
a court for wealthy crime
a shirt soaked in sweat
skin as cold as ice
another record-breaker
another slow disaster
another day that has to
end a little faster
can i get a witness?
can i get refund?
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7. |
subordinate claws
05:48
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8. |
small mahoning
09:38
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there's a separate peace
apart from everyone
in the air a sparer taste
made you come undone
small mahoning
running rapid
a browning musket
nothing happened
in a northern town
the "shaded hollows" sound
a glowing amplifier
plectrum grinding down
late to school again
I left feeling ill
if it won't start now
then it never will
on a Lake shore edge
on the silent ice
we were coming down
but the breeze felt nice
you left your sweater when
the weather turned
you never talk
and I could never learn
susquehanna
running rapid
I-80 hum
nothing happened
small mahoning
running rapid
browning musket
nothing happened
monongehela
running rapid
on the boney piles
nothing happened
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