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Intimacy in Infinity
03:25
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‘Bove the creekbed, the gallows’ boards are leanin
Baby, take a look and see how low I am swinging
“who on Earth is left to call ?”
Held unfettered in the high-lands
Your name is underneath my tongue
And your mercy is dealt in my hand
I delight in the words you share;
The secret treasure hidden in darkness
Like cotton resting on my skin
Or the cyclic circle we find ourselves confounded in
Baby, break my finger and kiss it
Then tell me what my pain might elicit
1. The measure of intimacy in infinity
Like a drop of water falling in the sea
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Ripples
03:34
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Feeling the fall of your voice
In ripples
I bend
Heard the Rosy Door open
To creak or to crack
Crushing
To the waves’ beckon and cull
We’re tied
But I know all my words
Will never bring you back
And baby it’s such a shame, isn’t it?
When the green begs to turn red
And eyes begin to glaze
Over themselves
We forget the faces we’ve seen
In our friends
While everything melts
Intoxicating
Yet the only thing you find to say
With a seashell at your ear is:
“I can only hear my heartbeat”
And it was in that moment I knew
To claim victory, we must accept defeat
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[in the Dungeon]
[May the fourth, 2018]
Close your eyes when doors slam shut
I’m just a cat in the windowsill
Come what may and come what will
There’s a train at the bottom of the Ocean
That we ride into the night
Keep’n the buck’n’in stoppin ‘ere
Pressured Impressions
You’re pressured by missing teeth
THEY TRIED TO MAKE ME PAY FOR A HALO
When I knocked three times on (the) Three Doors
(of Perception)
And NoOne answered, I found myself underground
Where I met my Friend with her tiled face
And she had a dog (unleashed)
On painted steps, we asked anyone (and everyone)
“HAVE YOU SEEN THIS CHILD?
HAVE YOU SEEN THIS CHILD?
HOW MANY MORE CAN BE TAKEN?”
With a hood, un-recognizing to them
You’re my first and only love
And you are the root of everything I've ever felt
Lookin’ in the mirror
Now the mirror looks at me
Please won’t you kiss me tonight?
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The season of Werewolves came and washed away
Our golden footprints left between November and May
In the place where the broken bodies crawl
Under acid rain that never ceases to fall
Up in the attic above a man with one eye
We saw our names writ among the stars in the sky
Me and you in confidence
♜ ♞ ♝ ♚ ♛ ♝ ♞ ♜
It could be some gnosis like Brahe and Harvitz before
California falls in the sea and I can’t smell you anymore
But there you go again sharing secrets with the Beast
Won’t you hold my hand just for today at least?
I hear the words you whispered when I kissed you
Fade into the night so late that the day turnt new
You and I in defiance
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Joe Molenaar San Diego, California
These are the memoirs of a synesthesiac.
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