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not even u
01:52
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Nobody knows where you’re coming from
Where you’re going
Not even U
Making a map for your offspring
Cross it all out bit by bit
Now that the leaves are down
See the angles were all wrong
There was a whole world when we arrived
It’s so small now
And dark at 4 PM
I keep forgetting to exercise
And to hang out
And everything else
On the drive down
New Yorkers cut me off
I guess they’ll get there first
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fog
01:22
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Maybe the days are far too long
I’m thinking about you far too much
Too much to wait for another week to end
Now we’re sitting close
And I’m close to spilling my thoughts
I wonder how close you are yourself
Probably not that close
Wave goodbye, I’ll see you soon
The drive home is long too
All the way, stars giggling
Tapping like friends on my windshield
Where fog’s gathering
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ez pollen
02:41
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Come on in, stay a week
Keep your shoes off the carpet
Spirit or bank account getting low
Can we ignore that fact
Can we ignore it
On a trip, licked by dogs, in a field
Does it get any better than this
Pollen all bright yellow
Painting us in between our toes
Don’t you love that hue
Feeling so alive to perhaps be covered in it
Taking notes when you leave
Can they be something more than that
I am warmed by the glow
That you left in our living room
I hope you know that
All the art from the walls in piles
Ready to be moved
All the frogs chanting “Om”
Right across the way
Can’t we bring them too
Articles and fat novels
Come on you’ll never read em
Plenty of shit to leave behind
Thank you for packing the memories in
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4. |
no matter the forcefield
01:04
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You will appear endangered
Caught in the crosshairs of some
Motherfucker with good aim
No matter the forcefield
But you will emerge from that place
Slush on your shoes and trembling
You will retain your stuff
This will be a cornfield
And we’ll be just bugs, looking up
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5. |
cup of air
01:55
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Barking up the
Wrong tree just to know what’s there
Are we old dogs
That sure makes you look like one
Stand on hind paws
Feeling pretty tall
And of course it’s nice to use those legs
And of course it’s nice to breathe fresh air
And of course it’s nice to walk the walk
Cut the contact
Switch the number for a new one
It’s so simple
Isn’t it a bit fucked up
Check for speed bumps
Hate to bottom out
But of course it’s nice to speed a bit
And of course it’s nice to down it quick
And of course it’s nice to fill up
Is it empty of a cup of air
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6. |
sumac
01:25
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I’ll get by
Wearing sandals instead of shoes
Buck my teeth into the fruit
So fresh and nearly everywhere
The cornfield caught your eye
The thicket thorn, a slice of you
Sumac tangling above
Well now it’s all been cut down
Camera, take our time
We’re too distracted not to move
Slipped our feet out of the pond
To vast, contorted emptiness
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7. |
sure
00:58
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How can you know
How can you be sure about it
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8. |
whose news
02:29
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Each leaf
Each eye
Burst from exposure
And the green is one of a kind
Whose news
Not mine
The wait will destroy ya
Well before the strawberries are ripe
Blame it on the cold days
Trying too hard
Compliments and good intentions
Caving in
Saying goodbye when nobody’s listening
Each year
Think twice
Write half of it down
Barbecue, run around, take a hike
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beans
02:32
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Losing my
white colored things in the snow
You and i
pot full of beans on the stove
They’re taking a while
Using only
Pocket of these and of those
To deny
Our tired teeth from the cold
We’re taking the time
Is the oil tank
Still above 3/8ths
Is the star on mount tom still lit up
Keeping my
Mind in the deep swimming holes
This is our home
While you are asleep in the loft
We’re looking alive
The year is over
Quickly and not quick enough
2018
Slamming the door as it goes
We’ll keep it in mind
Trying not to forget
How the colors asked
When we go will you keep kicking ass
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Leaning like a Turrell hologram
Worried like a tadpole atop a mountain
The mind is stuck on
Might as well fuck with it
The tiny air bubbles inside melon
Please don’t throw our most colorful things down the hole
If you don’t see bugs
You’re not looking close enough
The chimney dances
The painting moves again
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11. |
lyme
04:05
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Lyme can have a month
Long as I can have one too
Sleeping on the job
And the job sleeping on you
And the job is what
Laughing on the lawn
But the joke is unspoken
Try not to stay too long
Try not to leave too soon
Til the job is done
Come back in the morning
There’ll be more time
There’s always more time
I am on the clock
With my spine elongated
Recording rain drops
Focusing on the breath
What to make for lunch
These are choppy times
Why am I chopping veggies
Already August 1
Better find something to do
Better find it soon
By this time tomorrow morning
There’ll be less time
There is no time
Better find it now
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