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Hold Me in Your Mind
04:13
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Hold me in your mind. Everytime you sing. Hold me in your mind. Everytime you drive. And now I’ve been seen. Motion sensor caught caught a glimpse of me. And all the while I’m wondering how I got part of the way. I’m happy for the footage of my living. Hold me in your mind eveytime you see. Light that bounces off buildings. Hold me close to window. And now I’ve been seen. Satellites are talking way out above me. And I see the headlights turning on. And I see the headlights turning on. And I see the headlights turning on.
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Lemons and Gin
03:47
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100 watts in every bulb above my head. Dandruff on each shoulder again. I’m staring at the frozen meat with polished floors. Up underneath me looking at each colour. They remind me. Recorded conversations at the grocery store out west. Ripped the label off your favourite bottle of shampoo. I can’t feel my left arm I’m staring at your uniform. Looking at each letter and reading them back to myself. I’m feeling okay. Taking my time. In the vestibule line. It’s a safe place to hide. I’m just here for today. Watch me change my mind. With the heater on high. While I wait for my ride. Jump in right in. Jump in right in. Jump in right in.
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Middle Name
03:38
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No matter how long you wash a glass. It always comes out dirty. Swipes where your thumbs used to be. Photograph, photograph on the kitchen windowsill. It reminds me of the place where I wanna be. I say a little, I say a lot. Every speck of something means something to me. Sky is dark for after eight. Trying to evaporate. Even with no follow through. I know that I’ll find some truth. Fifty percent of. The things I said to you. That day I felt so off. Smile through your t-shirt. Missed the lock with my key. Scratched a thin pale line of paint away. I say a little, I mean a lot. I’ve been dreaming of people I used to be. When you turned thirty. I remember walking home on ice. The apartment (sky is dark for after eight). And it’s snowing (trying to evaporate). It’s extravagant (sky is dark for after eight). I’m complaining (trying to evaporate). Hold it in my middle name. I will always feel this way hold it in my middle name. I will always feel this way hold it in my middle name. look at me now in the open. I will follow all the yellow lines. Ono the highway where the roads and the rivers intersecting. I will follow all the yellow lines. Full day, half day field trip ok.
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Chapstick, thinking. Thoughts thick with Vaseline lenses. Wash to see. Feelings meeting. L.E.D. Try to communicate with me. Around the corner. In a little while. Everything will turn on then power down. Leaning into nothing I can’t explain it. Pulling back the wood on to a rented floorboard. A certain kind of feeling I can’t afford. Even when I’m still somewhere water is boiling. What happens. After the peak is done I’m on guard. Bad habit. Cancelled my glossy subscription to the void. Around the corner. Or in a little while. This is where I see what happens. After the peak is done I’m on guard. Bad habit. Bad habit.
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December Forever
03:36
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Curve
03:19
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Curve that part of me. That doubted you. Talk it through. Listening like lovers do. Cut that out of me. The no-reply. The tired sigh. A coffee date. A complicated. Substitute for loving you. Like friends would do. Let it multiply. The guilt I feel. Is it real? Concentrated, consolidated, solitude. I feel confused when I see you.
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Hump
05:06
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Chains wrapped in bottom drawers. In my house forgotten world. Wires frayed and tangled all around each other. Romantic electric. Climbing up the hill climbing up the hill. Pry open. The bag I’ve been carrying all morning. Rest my eyes. It feels like the books I’ve been reading have never set in. I’m so tired of climbing with nowhere to begin. Counting title squares in my living room. Final count: thirty seven. Stones you kept for me in cloudy Tupperware they live on. Somewhere. Climbing up the hill climbing up the hill. All over again. Feel the weight of every stepped on clover. Rest my eyes. It feels like I’m watching my car’s orange check the engine. Turn on, I’m stalled over bridges for my whole life. I could never get over this hump. I could never get over this hump. I could never get over this hump.
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Miss Miss Miss
03:37
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Sidewalk sandals. Foot inside. Kinda dry. Elbows knees. Shins and my core. Trying to stand high. I miss I miss I miss I miss I miss I miss. Palomino club. I miss I miss I miss I miss I miss I miss. Palomino club. Neon horse. Legs that move. Up then down. Roadside queen. Glowing sheen. Climbing high. I miss I miss I miss I miss I miss I miss. Palomino club. I miss I miss I miss I miss I miss I miss. Palomino club. Waiting in line, waiting in line for the bathroom. Waiting in line, waiting in line for the bathroom. I miss I miss I miss I miss I miss I miss. Palomino club. I miss I miss I miss I miss I miss I miss. Palomino club.
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Exploding Rain
04:33
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. Exploding rain exploding exploding exploding rain. You look so pretty and not far away. A clear head hears more. I know what that sounds like. Equally heavy, equally heavenly. With my feet on the floor. A landing place. Neon signs in daylight. A disregarded purple. Walk on my old street. Temporarily headset made of hardened plastic. Close to the real thing. Words in perfect cursive that I want to right down. But I’ll forget it. Moving through the hour. Closer to the tower. I hear them broadcasting. Exploding rain exploding exploding exploding rain. All of my days are swirling together. To where it all began. Trying to keep pace. With oxygen bounces. Neon signs in daylight. A disregarded purple. Walk on my old street. Temporary headset made of hardened plastic. Close to the real thing. Words in perfect cursive that I want to right down. But I’ll forget it. Moving through the hour. Closer to the tower. I hear them broadcasting.
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No Body
04:33
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Blue spots behind each eyelid. Making shapes, spelling names. At the restaurant. You didn’t look up. Hear them ordering, ordering. Off the laminate page. And the quarter water drop. It’s in the back of my face. And my hands can’t feel the tabletop. Nobody, no body, nobody. Feel here, Domonique, there’s sky out there. I didn’t know how long a half an hour could go by without seeing every edge of the room. I’m staring at the sugarcube it always had reminded me of you in softer hues. I’ll take I’ll take two ends of the rainbow floating through the glass in front of you. I’ll make I’ll make each end of the rainbow glow in the softer hues. Floating through the glass in front of you.
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Memory Express
04:42
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