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Landlocked Sobriquet
03:08
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peeled back
like a landlocked sobriquet
a trust of skin unfolding
like a milk drop coronet
undo yourself
messiah-shaped
there’s a name for the space
between front teeth
the where are you
and the where is me
when i say you
who else could it be
all these days we didn’t dog ear
the dark we didn’t see
you read ahead and i reread
all the parts that i liked best
doubled back
like a middle western dialect
arm in arm unwinding
like the quieted crop we can’t resurrect
repave yourself
vellum-draped
there’s a name for the space
between skin and hem
the where you start
and the where i end
when i say you
who else could it be
all these days we didn’t dog ear
the dark we didn’t see
you read ahead and i reread
all the parts that i liked best
that it was is enough
heeled off over the edge
the where you start
and the where i end
when i say you
who else could it be
all these days we didn’t dog ear
the dark we didn’t see
you read ahead and i reread
all the parts that i liked best
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2. |
Quarterback Dream Hair
01:37
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i had the arm
but i never had the hair
quarterback dream hair
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3. |
Gingham-Stained
04:30
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dog bite around the eye
hanging the curtain
expecting the worst
i wanted you to see through
the vellum in the way that i am
i wanted you to read past
the parts where i used our real names
here where the milk is skimmed
and the cornsilk sings
like a blade against my throat
i don’t need convincing anymore
on our way back from the shore
rain is out of the question
but it comes
you were all gingham-stained
knees bent like a runner
i watched you outrun the summer
i don't know what to say
to make this right
(and they're off around the first turn
it's bev in the lead with the green smoke
pouring out of the back end
but it's no-leg slip passing her on the third turn
oh it looks like this last lap is going down to the wire
between bev and poop-flinger slip
my prediction was correct
as it has been the last 37 races
goodbye signing out
from the beaver dam raceway)
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4. |
Hoppe Hoppe Reiter
00:30
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hoppe hoppe reiter
wenn er fällt dann schreit er
fällt er in den graben
fressen ihn die raben
fällt er in den sumpf
macht der reiter plumps
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we lost our fake names in the fire
now the wheelbarrowed flood
of what comes after
brothers on a grey-green bedsheet
skinny heat
the ash settling back
it is night
it is black and
there’s nothing to look back at now
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and in these years
i wonder what you are
are you my friend
or are you a —
the static on the line
is too much
for the quiet in my voice
i love you potato
i love you tomato
i love you black currant
brother and i
that summer burned
both of us alive
boy i miss you
i wish you were here now
what we were
i wish we were still
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7. |
Knee-High for the 4th
03:27
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you were as tall as the corn
at the end of june
digging up stones
to be alone with
the heat that came before
sleep spilled over linoleum
like skim milk
or my name from your mouth
do we need saving
we don’t need saving
until we have enough time
bear hugs, sharing a body
and an unmade bed
waking up late for once
waiting on our palms to turn red
you will learn to run
before you learn to walk again
knee-high fourth of july
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8. |
Chicken-Hawk Messiah
02:10
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gone on over at best
(untapped) a tract of pine
and a phonebook of thistles pressed
gone on over at best
(jar-trapped) a length of time
and a cold to clear the chest
down this one goes
velcroed to the years
that you and i spent here
gone on over at best
(retraced) a tempered line
and a languid moon of rest
gone on over at best
(upturned) a thimble of fog
and a chain of youth pushed west
gone on over at best
(canyoned) a caterwaul
and a plow-scratched silhouette
gone on over at best
(unbleached) the fragile dark
and the bone you said you’d set
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9. |
Corrugated Line
02:31
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rain still sings a corrugated line
on your canted lilting spine
coming in from a day of broken fists
and calloused fingertips
i want you to feel fine
i want you to feel
what i’ve felt for the longest time
i’m bone deep cloudy weather
and you’re the morning after rain
dressed in light
and a baggy sweater
the night now is stretching its legs
letting the day die before it gets going
a little like me
will you wait for me to speak
how much are you okay with not knowing
i want you to feel fine
i want you to feel
what i’ve felt for the longest time
i’m bone deep cloudy weather
and you’re the morning after rain
dressed in light
and a baggy sweater
this is how you said you want to live
even though you know by now
i’m not whole enough in
to give enough out
but i think i’m getting better
with your help
i want you to feel fine
i want you to feel
what i’ve felt for the longest time
i’m bone deep cloudy weather
and you’re the morning after rain
dressed in light
and a baggy sweater
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sowing in the morning
sowing seeds of kindness
sowing in the noontide
and the dewy eve
waiting for the harvest
and the time of reaping
we shall come rejoicing
bringing in the sheaves
bringing in the sheaves
bringing in the sheaves
we shall come rejoicing
bringing in the sheaves
sowing in the sunshine
sowing in the shadows
fearing niether clouds
nor winter’s chilling breeze
by and by the harvest
and the labor ended
we shall come rejoicing
bringing in the sheaves
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11. |
Tally-Stitched
02:32
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our sleeves are tally-stitched
and losing stretch to longer arms
we read it in the creosote
and the cross-eyed calendars
stacked like bones
we’re taller than them
when they were our age
louder in the mouth
and longer in the legs
our throats are holler-whipped
and winter dry in the cherry treeline
we read it in the swallow’s dive
out from the barn roof
and its fragrant burning
we’re taller than them
when they were our age
louder in the mouth
and longer in the legs
our bones are skinny-chipped
graceless bent and fitted barely
we read it in the footprints
coming in coming down
from the last of december’s swelling
we’re taller than them
when they were our age
louder in the mouth
and longer in the legs
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12. |
Summer Goes Slack
04:58
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i forgot the stale dark of winter
i forgot the taste of a bitten cheek
i forgot the date of my birth
and the way your spine
always leaned east
i forgot to put on sunscreen
i forgot the weight of a watermelon
i forgot the angle of the sun at two
i forgot all the names for autumn
and the taste
of black jack bubblegum
i forgot which day he died in june
i’d say we had a pretty good run
you and me, when we were young
all the floor-burnt chins
and the cotton-mouthed winds
to bring on the fall
i wish that i knew how to admit
that i remember it all
i forgot the way wood grain speaks
i forgot what my first/last names mean
i forgot the pillars of the eve
and how the graphite smirks
on your hand drawn cheek
i forgot to pick the dry vine beans
i forgot that I was sleeping in
i forgot the stain of the burnt out barn
i forgot the lank of my arms
and the weight
of all the unspent coins
i forgot to cash in on the family farm
i don’t know when i’ll be back
or where you’ll be
when the summer goes slack
the last new moon of autumn dies
and it looks just like
your bruised black eye
i forgot all the letters to spell your name
i forgot that we did it for the love of the game
i forgot how to call the sunrise
and the shotgun kickback in your frame
i forgot what to whisper into the clay
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13. |
Old Growth Ritual
02:18
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goodnight
sleep tight
don’t let the bed bugs bite
see you in the morning
me too
love you
me too
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