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third sons
sweating dissatisfaction
shirt stuck on my skin
smelling like sin
where do I begin
I blame everyone
including third sons
the day was nice
suppose that sufficed
what is my right
to live this life
I oughta die today
float to heaven then run away
when they say
you got some stories to tell
I will
I will
one time ahead of here
the mirror reflects fear
passion and irration
a long long time
nothing’s completed
what has impeded
it’s the sun
the seasons without reason
and maybe
if I didn’t fatigue
when sweating dissatisfaction
because the sun
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uncooperative jaws
jaded jaws
unwilling and unwanting
to aid to taste
the fruits of it all
looked it up
and wrapped it up
put on some ice
what is the time
do you think everything’s fine
can I unwrap it this time
starving
don’t wanna get to the point
where I’m not hungry anymore
because it’d be hopeful no more
talked about the fruits
how they tasted good
so good
why wouldn’t my
jaw cooperate
you said you never
ate any such thing
didn’t understand
and
I
don’t know what to say anymore
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garage door
the garage door gave up
opened
and gave away all its stuff
a dollar to die for
something a child could afford
not hard
at all
we got small and tall
we gotta empty the walls
at ten
and then
we all begin
toe
the
line
sold for a dime
we all begin
toe
the
line
sold for a dime
we all begin
runnin’ on concrete
runnin’ down the street
hunting down the bastards
who stole my stuff
when the garage door gave up
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you make me search
God I know you know
you hid under the ground
to make me search
harder
to see the lengths I would go
that’s me in the corner
counting to a thousand ten
looked under some rocks
looked around the block
nowhere in the neighborhood
would
would you come out now
I don’t know how
to go under the ground
thought I hard you laughing
thought I heard you sing
underneath the floorboards
the Sunday before aisle four
right pew
you know
you were there
come out from there
my hands’ tired
my heartache
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risen sea level
the flow of academic factories
will be undisturbed by dreamy deeds
not rocks in a stream
not rocks in a stream
Atlantic where rocks spit
through the sky
splash inside
where rocks
sink
sink
sink
to the bottom
stacked atop the others
land won’t be emerged
to climb onto
for the plains in Spain
no longer remain
they use psychological chemistry
to melt the caps
to grow the sea
so so so much sea
it can be deflating
and turn you into the rock
they all talk
and expect
you to become
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de-emphasized
white wisps of wishes
wander westward
up a staircase
over my head
wherever wishes wander
when sticks and stones
break my bones
with the latest legislative
which the typewriter
de-emphasized
the most frightening parts
in yesterday’s paper
these convictions
sink in the sin
wrapped thin with wind
to cover eyes
searching for behind
the covering smothering
those white wisps of wishes
floating
floating
floating
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proper protocol
proper protocol
requires us to notify you
about the absence of
your yesterday right
tossed aside
the head of those offspring
like punching ox in the ole days
eh, Dave?
so yes
considering yourself notified
that somebody torched the Reichzer
we passed packed police protection
and we wait
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single star always are [onstage]
particular possibilities predetermine
thoughts and what they brought
because they keep keep comin’ back
keep comin’ back under the
spotlight
every flaw reflecting
a bright straight line at a crease
pale flush face
on an empty wooden place
and it’s hardly entertainment
even for the easily amused
to be directed toward
one single actor
always
over and over again
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genetic neglect
children in trouble
stop on the double
two step two step away
bullets are sprayed
what did I say
what did I say
today
I woke up
and wondered
what today
would bring
build it up
build it up
build it tough
the division is clear
just open your fucking eyes
out of mind one fucking time
children in trouble
stop on the double
you’re not allowed
out that door
out that door
and I chase
the string on your feet
pounce on the pavement
get a bloody lip
holy fucking shit
you don’t turn around
don’t turn around
no sound
no sound
no sound
nothing
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electric connected
electric connected
like always expected
‘twas calculated
by algorithmic angels
who never fail
to impress
what do I see
what do I hear
it’s all about focus flashlight
where do you shine
where do you shine
it’s so hard to find
when just the other second
I was
electric connected
I never expected
it anything like this
thunder thunder
everywhere
what makes you scared
environment’s aware
but physics-mutated language
did not occur on them
so
silence
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some people
I have hands
how could it be any other way
I say
some people
get the craziest notions
and think
they can talk talk talk
‘til the roosters come up
for all I care
they’ll see a judgment day
and then they’ll say
nothing
too awed in the answer
to feel anything
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death doesn’t like to die
this idea
won’t leave my head
even when it’s dead
stale
not moving
stuck in a soft place
so no one can get hurt
but death
doesn’t like to die
made from mold and dirt
by Bernie and Ert
it’s special
I know
so special
can we get going
it’s dead already
we’re just wasting time
come on
others things to do
others things to wear
other things to think about
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ants
I bleed
random imagery
white wisps of wishes
placed on Petri dishes
feed it to the fishes
we’re on a mission
and superiors say
there’s no other way
broken bottles brought up
curbside Eastside
driveby
Smith and Brown
on that side of town
you'll find
crack
sin the concrete
where ants act awfully
intelligent
tiny tunnel terrestrials
thinking
tiny thinking
about it all
about the fall
when there are walls
no one climbs over
or so they say