March 2021
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Save Berlin.
He can have any place you would give him,but please, save Berlin for me.If I can’t have your love or the warmth of your skin,give me rights to a place he’s never been. From the rocking-chair porch of the Atlantic Hotel,we can pretend we are gray-haired and long-married.Joints creaking in time with the floorboards,as we…
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Samples.
I got these hands, looking for useI got a plan, just needs a houseWalls bare, so much potentialLook there, what looks like plasterIs really a future, waiting for color and care.You’ve got a house in need of work.I’ve got a heart, empty with hurt.Our rooms, they could use filling.Our rooms, they could use healing.So much…
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Rob’s Lament.
This space is getting smaller nowin an instant inward goes the frameSchwarzschild would be proudof the compressionof his equations as we tighten up the gripas we tighten up our eyesas we tighten up our beltsthis space is buckling all the while~~a hairline at the cornerit’s forming into fractureshe’s already cursingbut I’m just looking up~~this space…
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Revolutions Per Minute.
Everyone loves a revolutionspin in a circle, ’til it comes roundeveryone loves a revolution’til it’s on your doorstep, ’til it’s on your ground I got complaints, I can’t denyI got concerns, keep me awake at nightand I got my problems with the way of the world, seeBut I’m not a soldier and I never will…
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Revenge of the Mouse King.
Knife in teeth and creepingLittle Stuart-esqueGets his cog key caught in the barbed-wire of his nestThe Wooden Mouse King never faltersHis advance remains uncheckedWith the better man unfettered Asparagus takes revenge The kitchen lies in darknessDust bunnies swept away in fearIn the dungeons of AmanaYou’ll find the King is hereHe may pick his locks most every…
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rearview.
I picked up a new rear view todayto help put this behind meand now I watch things fall awayand vanish to a point the sun settles round like a halo going downand even faces vanishin silver glass and tarnishmy memories they drain away… oh KEEP ME KEEP MEplease never abandon meoh say that you Love…
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PUSH.
I’m sleeping on the floorboardslistening to your small secret soundsI try not to hear but my earfollows you to the kitchen and backI would not accept the truthbut your movement the floor is nothing new to meI know every crack every creviceevery splinter every snag And I don’t know when the sunever slipped my graspI’d…
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Protest Song.
Because sometimes a protester’s worst enemy is their own lack of substance – and because my generation never really got a slogan they could believe in. I’m so sorryI hear you have a cause againTo skip school and act the partAnd max your card outon red paint and cigarettesWound up and woundedYour voice should be…
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Pollock.
Pigeons sit lined up like ellipses on a street lamp, like Morse code. Sparrows are whole notes on the staff strung up between telephone poles. And if they could not sing, would this be their song written out? And if they could not wing, would they learn to love the ground?Every little bird a frustrated…
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Pocketing.
in the pockets of my jeansare all the things that I might needit’s cash and coins and nails and string I keep my courage in my pocketI keep my armour and my strutright next to lint and fingertips and change but I lay downand feel that creeping crawling feelingas it all just slips away give…