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An Afternoon Love SongLove is a dress you wear in the morning to dance in when nobody can see you / It is a forgotten fable, the only true legend / Love is the ringing in your ears that persists hours after you’ve gone to rest
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Jan 27, 2012
February 29th, 2014Sometimes the laughter rolls in waves up the spiral staircase, spilling through the cracks in the floorboards, the cracks in the doorframe, the cracks lining the edges of the ceiling. Someone once told me they imagined, as the years came and went through the house and each new tenant pasted and painted his nest in new shades of home, the rooms gradually getting smaller, closing in on their inhabitants. Sometimes I imagine the room getting smaller around me and sometimes it is my own body shrinking into the room, into the cloud of smoke that sometimes pools on my books and throws my mind back at me from their pages.
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Apr 28, 2014
ForgottenBlossomed darkness unfolding / breeding death like gold wings / melting
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Jan 27, 2012
Friday NightWere you the one who lifted that toilet paper from rehab? / That’s some fine industry, ain’t 2-ply / But that’s some fine ass 1-ply.
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Apr 28, 2014
Hot Tub JeffHe got up onstage lookin’ like somebody’d torn him out of a National Geographic special on the Amish, plunked ‘im down in Eugene for a decade where he quickly realized he didn’t have to change much to get along quite alright here. / this is a song ya know I played it here 23 years ago just right over there on that side of the room and ya know my partner and I played it here and I couldn’t write songs then and he could and I was a little bit down in the dumps about myself about it but then I moved on and ya know my partner left here not long after that got caught up in that hitchhiking business and then got tangled up with the mental hospital and now he’s forced to take antipsychotic drugs every day for a time he was known as the second most dangerous schizophrenic in the state of Oregon but ya know he was also probably the second most gentle person in the state of Oregon cause ya know opposites sometimes come together in that way and ya know his songs were gentle too like this one for example this one is real gentle / ya know he was really a gentle player and now he’s caught up on those antipsychotics and its all my fault cause I drank a bunch of urine
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Apr 28, 2014
Lighthouse PoemI walk down the pier, / All sea-salt dreams and hand-spun darkness / The buildings are bent from the wind
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Jan 27, 2012
MastodonI walked like water into this / Ready to be part of your cycle, / Rain and sleet and hail, and all we would need
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Mar 23, 2012
Modern FrustrationsThe rain has passed yet we are all still huddled beneath our dark umbrellas / Shielding ourselves for fear that when we look back / Things will not be as we left them
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Jan 27, 2012
Modern Frustrations IIYour arms are strong but your words are not / You hide behind colors that stand for something, / But you stand for nothing.
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Jan 27, 2012
My Body is a Ghost, Steam in the EngineHis hands belong to the hammer / And the hammer to the spikes. / Every day, ground is harnessed
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Mar 26, 2012
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