1. |
Kid is an Adult
01:45
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Explain to me how this is going to work...
You, enjoy this:
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2. |
Your Parents
03:34
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the tiniest pair of shoes
we could find you
weren't really shoes, at all
we grabbed them that week the weather stopped
it took a small hole, so that we could leave
the rest of ourselves, before we returned
so here they are:
laces like silly wet spaghetti strings
two worn heels, to match your dreams
an upside down tongue, for your ideals
and though it may seem the result of our work
remain concealed
you just wait for us here, and close your eyes
for what feels like the warmest amount of time, until...
everything you taste is pink,
and everything you feel is white,
and your only smell becomes
peptides
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3. |
The Worms
03:39
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I
can see the rainbow
better,
with my sunglasses on
what
holds me
to this irony?
love
is the worms you find,
after a rainstorm
regret
guilt
shame
are the worms you find,
after a rainstorm
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4. |
Their Mask
03:30
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we've been looking for
new ways
we've been looking for
new ways
we've been looking for
new ways
(to ask our fathers,
not to wear their mask
at the dinner table)
and if it were socially acceptable, I would lie down
right now, right there, underneath that table and
I would act as if this were my cabin--
as if the snow outside, was like the snow outside my cabin and
each and every one of your legs are my
aunts, uncles, and dogs
there's an attic and it's dark, and red, and broken
and there's a trunk of stuff for me to look through so that I
can act disinterested
and I used to be here
and our father, used to be here
but now, you can only see a ghost
now, you can only hear a ghost
but now,
you can only feel
a ghost
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5. |
Our Ghost
02:00
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6. |
Thoughtveins
02:43
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crying from the back of his head
the last one
left in some
war
his fists
felt the same
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7. |
The Warmth
01:28
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some years ago
we would wait
for the bus
in the cold
and the snow
and when
it would come
I would feel lucky
just to sit
next to somebody
and imagine tangible
the warmth they shared me
and then
I would sit
in the library
and stare
into the white
and hope that I might die
and wish
that I
would die
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8. |
(W)hole Heart (Digging)
03:39
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if I
had a whole
in my heart
maybe I'd
have a (w)hole heart
sometimes I feel like
most of us deserve
so much
worse than hell
so what do we scream
when we are just "okay"?
and how do we dream
while we are awake?
the politicians and the preachers
are packing it in
they're heading home
to the natures they've forgotten
when the sun comes up
will you promise to do the same thing
so that we can draw you
in circles again?
and when the sun goes down
will you hold your tongue
just long enough
to forget your sin?
they're throwing dirt
upon our living coffin
distracting us with new beds
to mess and to make
but if I had half a clue
of who I am,
or what I knew
I might find a light
to shine through
so what do we scream
when we are just "okay"?
and how do we dream
while we are awake?
if I had a hole
in my heart
maybe I'd
have (w)hole
have a whole heart
have a whole
have a whole heart
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9. |
You Number, You!
02:21
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deep inside you
set far across your sadness,
five words
ring out:
you
were
born
a
number
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10. |
Take Us Home (Digging)
04:02
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watching our
parents grow old
sitting on
the fence
grass is there
a bug is there
a hair falls from
my sister's tongue
and I
know it's mine
and so I
smile
and then our
parents, they
watch us
grow up
and fall off the fence
my insides, they
choose their sides
my sister
cries
and for a second,
I almost admit
that I closed my eyes
in the thick
but when we let
our milky fingers
find their own
they rarely let us down
and they never
take us home
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11. |
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the parents are weeping
for their childhoods again
"so much time in the kitchen!"
preparing meals for the children
whose names they still confuse
so often
the garden outside the window
playing muse
a revolving machine,
a planet whose gravity
you wish you held
do you believe you still may
sprout wings?
is that what haunts
your dreams?
your spine
spilling its soil
sparks peeling
from your fingertips
your tongue
closing its eyes
swelling
sweating
spinning
spitting
the calendar blending in
to your reflection
refrigerator finger-paintings
slipping from their
flippant position
the skylight becoming your jail
and the mirror of escape
and when the snow
hides our
green traces
so shall the sun come down
to reflect our within
and when the rain finally falls
to bring out the bugs
let every single one of them
kiss my skin
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12. |
Words As Rooms
06:00
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I'm bringing bricks
to your words
and I'm building sidewalks
and doorsteps
and I've got a trail across your tongue
that leads deep within your lungs
where I am finishing my home
around the breaths
you've yet to know
speak your
words as
rooms and
I'll stand
speak your
words
as rooms
and I'll stand
in this one
clothed in the
blackboard backs
of your
sleepless eyelids
even the half-truths feel fact
threatening you
with what you need
to move on
but are you not so safe
in your middle-place?
but are you not so safe
in your middle-place?
but are
you not
so safe?
the naked and still night
some sort of wicked reverse
to lead you on
or to melt you whole
or to remind you
the single, simple truth
that the only secret
any human
ever keeps
that the only secret
any parent
ever keeps
that the only secret
any child
ever keeps
is their own
mortality
(so never fear
you are always here)
(and don't be silly
you Are god)
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13. |
Kid Was an Adult
01:37
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there are
probably still a few good reasons
nobody knows me
my trees are misshapen
and when I lie down
I start to grow
from the very, very, very
from the very, very, very
and if I knew
which dreams caused this
I could rectify them
from below
I would dig
deeper than
you could
follow
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