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Snow Globes EP
Oh Check It
[after Daedelus]
I don't get to travel all that much, but it doesn't stop me from dreaming twig harmony in Rome. Walking the Chinese stone paths or walking in space. I'm not always laced, strapped, gat got, or god whacked, but I know what it is to feel out of time. Is that not something? Bass drops against my ear like bad rain in London and I hit on twelve year olds in Thailand and I push up in Korea where you can't chew gum in Singapore. I hear, these days. I shoot off guns in darkest Africa over boundaries and spit up blood in Russia and sex down south in the good old use us of A and bring boxes of ammunition to where Texas turnsintomexico and hike the plates where Chile kisses the sea. I don't do any or maybe some of theses, but I've never been good at math but I do know there's more than one god and he smiles on who she wants. Fix a point or find a blade at the small of your back where show me your hands does not apply. It all boils down to. Where you're lost and where you're found and everyday should be that anthem from that movie where that dog finds his way home and is bounding over a hill to his owners, and some days it's like that. Collared on Morocco and staring at the zoo like you should be me and I should be you.
Oh Check It
And you kill kill kill kill. No way to take it back or the matters of the facts or the documents permanent ink blacked out. Blacked out, it doesn't count if you're not awake for it or anything in be seams. Everyone slant rhymes when they have nothing better to say or maybe I should talk about fire escapes and bleak New Yorks or sky written Boulder days when you can see Denver nestled in the armpit of the plains like a bad skin tag on the face of the Earth or maybe I should talk about good gardens tended by bad people in the Hill trying to make white out of the gray areas of their lives. I dunno it all gets kind of fuggish, but oh check it, have you ever seen the sun set in bad lake effect fog over the Point in Pittsburgh. That still gets my eyelashes wet with dew drops and I don't cry because I'm strong, but I do cry because I know it's only the city beneath me, looking down from Highpoint Overlook that makes me so and I know I biked there to get it.
Oh Check It
I keep telling everyone, wherever they are coming from to pocket a snow globe while they are there. For me. My mother ruined it. She tried to send one and had no forethought to pack it right. It broke on the way. Ruined everything else in the box. The entire point, the entire point, as I live and breath is to put that fucker in my hand, face to face, and know that I was thinking of you the entire time I was away, and you, away from me. Exchanging thoughts on the matter, however briefly. An excuse to say hello. I still collect them. I remember throwing my last one down a flight of stairs and watching the flakes go "foooooo". Send me one, won't you. I promise I'll save it this time. It won't be a "stop party people and listen to me" kind of moment. I'm over myself. When I shout out "oh check it" I'll be pointing at you and you better be on the dance floor. Breaking it down. Burning it all to the God damn ground.
Mama Said Brush Your Teeth
Brush your teeth sonny boy.
Brush your teeth sonny Jim.
Brush your teeth, go to bed
and you will all be clean.
I didn't brush my teefs.
I didn't clean my brim
and now I wake up fat,
fat and sugar sinned.
Brush your teeth sonny Jim.
Brush your teeth, go to bed
and you will all be clean.
I didn't brush my teefs.
I didn't clean my brim
and now I wake up fat,
fat and sugar sinned.
Easter Egg
What do you do with an Easter egg that will not take its dye?
I ask myself some nights, tub songed and wishing
for a clear panther.
Something glass to put on a shelf and say "yes, this is it."
Two feet in the grave and everyone plays the tough
when it's convenient, but what about other times?
What about when times of strength
demand strength and all I've got are tears?
What about then?
The rock collection grows in my lungs
with songs the birds have never sung
and I want the birds to be bitches.
They're not
always and when they are I'm pushing.
When they're not I'm swinging
for the fences and missing the trees
not more than a snot rocket farther.
Fading back
you'll find you're halfway home.
We talked a little bit about
goals and junk veins
what we came to was a little bit better than a stale
mate and check. I don't know what took
dreams of the forest from me.
I still want it.
I still want sunrise so badly I would cut myself
to see it.
I don't know how
to do it
without seeing your face tomorrow. Your's seeing mine.
I ask myself some nights, tub songed and wishing
for a clear panther.
Something glass to put on a shelf and say "yes, this is it."
Two feet in the grave and everyone plays the tough
when it's convenient, but what about other times?
What about when times of strength
demand strength and all I've got are tears?
What about then?
The rock collection grows in my lungs
with songs the birds have never sung
and I want the birds to be bitches.
They're not
always and when they are I'm pushing.
When they're not I'm swinging
for the fences and missing the trees
not more than a snot rocket farther.
Fading back
you'll find you're halfway home.
We talked a little bit about
goals and junk veins
what we came to was a little bit better than a stale
mate and check. I don't know what took
dreams of the forest from me.
I still want it.
I still want sunrise so badly I would cut myself
to see it.
I don't know how
to do it
without seeing your face tomorrow. Your's seeing mine.
P. S. 19
I had this theory about the world spinning
when I was ten. If you stood in one place
long enough and still enough you could
detect the Earth's rotation and every recess,
every missile drill for the apocalypse,
every game of wall ball when I was not the target
I stood as still as I could
and sometimes hopped
to gauge where I landed with respect to where
I took off, I tested it.
The clouds overhead would wheel,
sometimes more sometimes less,
but my feet kept landing in the same spot.
The same shift still comes. Standing at a red light
in a car idling. The car in front gains distance and
my heart flutes uncertainty and I check my B.A.C.
to no avail. Backward to P. S. 19's brickyard,
watching the clouds pull away from me,
the ground falling from beneath me,
the sky stationary and
dividing the real from the sensory.
I do not know
what I want to have changed since then.
You are late for work, little bee.
You are late for work.
I am on time as I can be,
the Earths rotation
took me out
of time.
Did you see the sun set?
It was cat ball orange. The clouds
blew off like a hydrogen weapon.
I hope you want to hang out with me
when the world comes apart
war timed
so I can tell you "you are late,
no."
when I was ten. If you stood in one place
long enough and still enough you could
detect the Earth's rotation and every recess,
every missile drill for the apocalypse,
every game of wall ball when I was not the target
I stood as still as I could
and sometimes hopped
to gauge where I landed with respect to where
I took off, I tested it.
The clouds overhead would wheel,
sometimes more sometimes less,
but my feet kept landing in the same spot.
The same shift still comes. Standing at a red light
in a car idling. The car in front gains distance and
my heart flutes uncertainty and I check my B.A.C.
to no avail. Backward to P. S. 19's brickyard,
watching the clouds pull away from me,
the ground falling from beneath me,
the sky stationary and
dividing the real from the sensory.
I do not know
what I want to have changed since then.
You are late for work, little bee.
You are late for work.
I am on time as I can be,
the Earths rotation
took me out
of time.
Did you see the sun set?
It was cat ball orange. The clouds
blew off like a hydrogen weapon.
I hope you want to hang out with me
when the world comes apart
war timed
so I can tell you "you are late,
no."
Electromigration
Lines one through five on overdrive,
carrying all that they can chew.
Melting all the while, cooling vanes
out as far as they will go,
circuitry liquefying into skins.
Light plays tricks sometimes
in the itty space eye corners.
Mice run room seams
like dust bunny landing LEDs.
If dust bunnies can fly
said the kite to the hail.
Wire banks are copper streams,
casings turning into
pupil pools seen in faces from dreams,
bones glow and then roll away.
Everything starts to seep
vectors on a blown out HUD.
Warning tones and letters
on switches scuffed to nonsense.
Flat spin. Hydraulic failure.
Temperature continues to sky,
transfer continues to fall,
eye vessels continue to burst
and the digital
begins to slip analog.
carrying all that they can chew.
Melting all the while, cooling vanes
out as far as they will go,
circuitry liquefying into skins.
Light plays tricks sometimes
in the itty space eye corners.
Mice run room seams
like dust bunny landing LEDs.
If dust bunnies can fly
said the kite to the hail.
Wire banks are copper streams,
casings turning into
pupil pools seen in faces from dreams,
bones glow and then roll away.
Everything starts to seep
vectors on a blown out HUD.
Warning tones and letters
on switches scuffed to nonsense.
Flat spin. Hydraulic failure.
Temperature continues to sky,
transfer continues to fall,
eye vessels continue to burst
and the digital
begins to slip analog.
Pittsburgh Black and Whites 9
Hauling it up
28 from the Point
to Fox Chapel
you can feel
the sky race and
laughter echo
against the windscreen.
Rain waits for no one.
Road noise is beautiful.
Late for the kings
meeting on tennis courts.
"Turn on your headlights."
"In a minute,
we're almost there."
Rain waits for no one
and the road noise
is heartbreaking.
Come far enough
into the sticks and
cul de sacs and
almost anything goes.
"I've been waiting all my life-"
"I hate that song."
The first sign of the apocalypse,
word is, stars falling
from the sky.
Put gloves on
after keys leave the ignition.
Out paced orange
tulip street lights
to the middle of Chap town.
Everyone is here.
Everyone who should be.
The queen with her
lighter bright pink
that no one borrows.
The prince, collar up,
new black and neon shoed.
The knight, hood drawn.
The bishop sunglassed
despite a lack of moon.
The jester already barrel rolling.
The horsemen car hoods ticking
and noses itching.
Birds are chirping
the minutes. Trees are
playing their branched songs.
The kingdom rises
from the Spring wet earth
though crowns will be
surrendered tomorrow.
Tonight, in costume,
we arrive
black, white, and red all over.
He Was In a Bad Way (but we slept well)
Waking up on the carpet.
Everything is a little bit stranger when you start off where you meant to bring on. Windows gazing or sometimes putting on the ritz or maybe just Earth. Talking over the badness in the corners of the room and trying to make up and down of the soul of a house and possibly believing in ghosts but if you have a ghost there has to be a heaven and a hell because where else should a ghost go once it's worked out the thought that it could be a ghost?
Can I cannon or at least. He kissed my ear and his lips were. The gorgeous things in life clink together like metal on metal and the note is trust. Head rests on pillow like a soft boiled egg two days ahead. Crack it open. Liquid. Chit chatty over coffee. "It's still blanket weather". Marry a scientist. Just sayin'. Flash in the pan. Don't love that you're hairy. You should dye it. The ash tray is getting. Sometimes the howling does not tune itself down,but I want to be Summer close to you. All the difference in the world, is what makes waking up to you. My body aches today. Cut that apple.
Everything is a little bit stranger when you start off where you meant to bring on. Windows gazing or sometimes putting on the ritz or maybe just Earth. Talking over the badness in the corners of the room and trying to make up and down of the soul of a house and possibly believing in ghosts but if you have a ghost there has to be a heaven and a hell because where else should a ghost go once it's worked out the thought that it could be a ghost?
Can I cannon or at least. He kissed my ear and his lips were. The gorgeous things in life clink together like metal on metal and the note is trust. Head rests on pillow like a soft boiled egg two days ahead. Crack it open. Liquid. Chit chatty over coffee. "It's still blanket weather". Marry a scientist. Just sayin'. Flash in the pan. Don't love that you're hairy. You should dye it. The ash tray is getting. Sometimes the howling does not tune itself down,but I want to be Summer close to you. All the difference in the world, is what makes waking up to you. My body aches today. Cut that apple.
Beach Balled
Ripping the lawn mower
Ripping the lawn mower.
The pig on stilts
and paper bagged.
The good view of the city
and picniced good blankets.
Do you know how to use
an 18 inch chainsaw?
It kicks like a bad fish
and will readjust your face
if you let it. I'm all about summer
when winter gets.
But sometimes it's hard to love bubblegum.
But sometimes it's hard to love reservoirs.
And everything, come June, smells ocean.
And I don't know that I can rock it.
Everything grows and everything has to,
some lake, some rod and reel, some tackle.
Some time spent, some not, watching
the gold fish play in the reeds
and the sun dribbling through
and somewhere someone said
something drawl and
I stared at the clouds between the blades of grass.
Ripping the lawn mower.
The pig on stilts
and paper bagged.
The good view of the city
and picniced good blankets.
Do you know how to use
an 18 inch chainsaw?
It kicks like a bad fish
and will readjust your face
if you let it. I'm all about summer
when winter gets.
But sometimes it's hard to love bubblegum.
But sometimes it's hard to love reservoirs.
And everything, come June, smells ocean.
And I don't know that I can rock it.
Everything grows and everything has to,
some lake, some rod and reel, some tackle.
Some time spent, some not, watching
the gold fish play in the reeds
and the sun dribbling through
and somewhere someone said
something drawl and
I stared at the clouds between the blades of grass.
I MissYou
We talked about derivatives and functions of
depleting waves and the value of i when all
we talked about before was two plus two
and I wasn't ready but I got up on that horse.
Frisbees and good production values and wear
your good shoes if you're going to run. Remember
to tuck if you're going to get out
of a moving car. Somewhere between
ending sentences and ending senteces.
There's power in a lot of little things like
doing laundry and we really do need to ball sometime.
The courts are calling and it's bad news.
Always is, but could you imagine playing basketball
with ponchos on?
depleting waves and the value of i when all
we talked about before was two plus two
and I wasn't ready but I got up on that horse.
Frisbees and good production values and wear
your good shoes if you're going to run. Remember
to tuck if you're going to get out
of a moving car. Somewhere between
ending sentences and ending senteces.
There's power in a lot of little things like
doing laundry and we really do need to ball sometime.
The courts are calling and it's bad news.
Always is, but could you imagine playing basketball
with ponchos on?
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