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Another Song with Fire and Death in it (Or An Explanation to Fit my Behavior)You’ll sit around with your girls / Drinking cheap wine / You never open the blinds
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Mar 27, 2011
A Poem Written with My MouthMy brain is a wheelchair / And people think I am flying / Over cities and wastelands
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Mar 27, 2011
April 13th: the bursting ofAlone he woke. The cold bed meant nothing. Real fingers, real light cutting through the real denseness. Today will be marked with an X. / Wide eyed, blood turned to kerosene.
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Mar 27, 2011
A Slight ColdEveryone around me / I guess I’m at the center / Is coughing, coughing in the warm sunny day
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Mar 27, 2011
California is Burning YouAlive / with a white fire / with the angel's sword
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Apr 7, 2011
Conspiracy TooPressed shirts / And a pretty mouth / Laughing like lace and polite
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Mar 27, 2011
Cross My Heart And Something ElseWhite hot homeless men / with crossed fingers in the lost / barrios of Barcelona
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Mar 27, 2011
CrushYellow backs of chair / we're in a classroom / it's outer space
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Apr 20, 2011
Dear Reader Do SomethingBlame your desperation on the weather / Match the gray with gray / Allow yourself a smile or two
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Mar 29, 2011
Dream Song (with Henry Berryman)The world started as a mouse maze / science knows that but not Miss Anthropy / the hunger lets us smell the happy-meat
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Apr 16, 2011
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