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some lonesome street corner
when i wake up, stretching arms like the grass growing on chain link fences
sometimes it seems that the sad steady algebra will cease
acting like a string of overturned shopping carts pointing out their wheels
to the things we lack the means to work through outside ourselves
--
after the cries of birds have stopped
turning our lives into the words we write
always frightened by the sound of my own voice
and haunted by these things or the memory of them
that constantly calls my name from the four corners of my head
so persistently so recite from broken bibles
on some street corner
--
climbing tall trees, all the things as a child i tried to keep
from the hands of fears with the weight of dead leaves that're dealed
mouths and eyes hold the well orchestrated imagery we're told
creating myths, that we hold on tightly as our own
(with ceschi ramos)
2 am
abandoned city street
flags
broken streetlamp serenade
the names of things and other such thoughts
interviews
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rusty string
the wires from my broken record player
fake plastic guns
oh, sweet consequence
and all of us, as well
painting over it did no good / solitary bird
nursing 500 broken fingers
the roots, the leaves
intimidated by silence
asleep on a train
the birds in your chest
the sun always sets
drop ceilings and day planners
some lonesome street corner
dead telephone
i know someone who can't recognize