Ghostlimb
The truth of the matter is anything is possible had you not seen it all from birth and bled it of its strangeness it would appear for what it is a fetishized novelty a fevered dream having neither...
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In the codex of memory the foundation the basement floor the contraband we carry around in our heads the empirical raw material and after all I'm a surveyor's son trying to make sense of the same...
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We wait for concrete rubble to crumble underfoot Or asphalt that has done its time In spite of knowledge of cleaner lines A dying relic Woven through frustrated cities And people who are forced to...
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The confusion the came in the fall of '87 You warned me before my ears ever heard the shake And sixteen years on I found you placid peaceful and floating alone in that water without so much as a swell...
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It is a question of physiology And the combination of man's most valuable trait A judicious sense of what not to believe But I read real hard with no answer to find And all satire aside it nagged at...
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Having no idea that their friend was dead the three of them went hard as they could into the desert before fire rained down on their heads what could they have done to deserve this treatment for every...
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That day you said you sent a letter to me never got it anyway Playing that guilt trip game some are wont to do Now I lie awake with tequila sunrise Feeling like shit surprise surprise by your lack of...
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You can scream at the dramatic irony Of tax cuts as larceny Or wring our hands in shame That our republicanism ain't the same As Nanterre and Catalunya But that individualist creed doesn't seem to...
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to new beginnings to continuation to the toasts that push through the ceiling and lofty dreams of cohesion after everything that you wanted to read is written and after everything you wanted to hear...
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Our bodies talk and we listen of inopportune and forced decisions they'd disinfect and in darkness scrub clean but it's all over the air and under sheets you say the very fiber of my emotion is...
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