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It's a still-life watercolor
Of a now-late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
And shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives
And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with book markers
That measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time
And the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives
Yes, we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
Can analysis be worthwhile?
Is the theater really dead?
And how the room has softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow
I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives
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The End of the Rainbow
01:55
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at the end of the rainbow
i'd hoped you were waiting there
as i rip the seeds from the ground
and throw them in the air
the skin on my palms
begins to callus and crack
oh, will it all be different
when i come back?
take me to
the edge of the world tonight, my love
i want you to forget me there
so below as above
i'll always remember your face
as a stain in the black
would it look different
if i came back?
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Simultaneous Eclipse
00:59
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was that a gunshot?
wear that red lipstick
it makes you look so sexy
baby, baby, baby
was that a gunshot?
forget to shave your legs
intentional
played out
it's so fucking played out
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The New World
02:27
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a predator calls out
piercing the night
releasing a salty discharge
from his eyes
and the shadow of a moth
passes over my testes
carved from marble
dusted to decay
covered in fingerprints
smooth on the hands of God
being held by them
is death upon arrival
there's nothing else
after bliss
but with someone you love
you were too caught up
how can we stay so close?
just keep a message:
i lucked out sweetheart
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Liquidarian
01:12
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heard about the statesman's death
the message given to ben and seth
like i said
i wasn't prepared for this
i wasn't prepared for this
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now there's coke in the microwave to hide
and she tells me she loves somebody new
my lips go numb now when I kiss you
Mother, please take me for a ride
she was my salvation
on that eleventh day
i wish when we were lucky
I had found any word to say
alas it's no use when so many years have passed
and she's forgotten to remember that I exist
how will she know her name is carved into my wrist?
blood on display when sails ascend the mast
she pushes me off the edge
and i fall into the sea
can you ever think of anybody else
next to me?
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Joe Molenaar San Diego, California
These are the memoirs of a synesthesiac.
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