Category: Playlists

  • in the wake of death, you swung high

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    Wedding dress threads sewn carpet books in childrens’ shoe boxes stacked where now 83% of your practicing dissassociating is landfill photography. Is there no drug to erase the euphoria of a 5th grade swingset where in the wake of death, you swung high and relearned every pinhole camera moment you felt small kisses on sudden…

  • Mother’s Child

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    Are you okIt must be hard on youPouring the ashes for two But I am my mother’smother’s mother’s childBearing the weight is the proof That my love goes as far as the moonAnd If I’m dying I’ll die like a coon dogGo out with style and graceOr die from the grief of aLoss of the…

  • I’ll take the house fire, please

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    grip the leftover skin and pull, separate the tongue with doubt and bite, blood sugar in the gaps of teeth, swish with ocean brine, disrupt the despair with a careful smile, will not do anything without a drug of choice, otherwise four blank walls anticipating a house fire.