1. |
The Symonds Angel
08:56
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i can breathe
i can finally leave here
i can permeate
again
i can weave about
my older spells again
i can walk
three
miles
a
night
i can breathe
i can say that im a
good person
good person
i can stop
dying now
i can see much farther
beyond my old limits
that were self imposed
i can breathe again
i can be me again
something i may still remember
as i feel it coming back
i can breathe again
i can be me again
and i dont have to be
nothing else
amazing
i was born in the tongues of corpses all in the bed
of a growing body fragile
holding itself face deep in water
cleansing its sight through a vision of me
i can
recalibrate
and dive
back into my style
i can return
to untouched
machinery
show my face again
living without an old cape
unblind myself
take off the tape
remove the dragon
bones inside my back
in walking dreams i appeared to him
with sea blue eyes and wavy blonde hair
i woke him from his deep swimming slumber
and guided him that he would not drown
i can
become a wind
my cardinal
direction
live in a lung
release
in tandem marriage
with the sea
i can become thin
or magnanimous
i can spin
and receive a name
i can sin
and perceive the same
and maybe that you say your
first impression was you saw a woman
but then you realized it was a man
well you know
i never stopped being a woman
is it just my features
youre nothing special
a rerun at best boy
your devil word is nothing
your dirty word is so good
your demon tongue is still so young and lacking in its venom
and every soul just has to be moved from this place to that one
i did for johnny
now people know him
but maybe not for the right reasons
oh well his choice
i got more bodies to move
to correct positions
maybe they can make their masters and creators prideful
its too much
to be true
when it cometh to an honor code
its too much for one
can you imagine
this much to harness
this much to draw
to cleave
from a single socket
a heart so reserved
knows the space that it takes
it dare not become bigger than it knows
your devil word is nothing
your dirty word is so good
your demon tongue is still so young and lacking in its venom
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2. |
Alter to Alter
03:12
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alter to alter
body to body
system to system
and each internal terraform
the lakes where the tears quiver
the trees where the memories freeze
the break where the holding hands fall
and separation with integration
a shattered glass heart piece by piece still pulses on
the plate shards coloring each blooming sensibility
sprout by sprout
garden by garden
field by plain by quilt by carpet
all rays of eyelight never point exactly towards a single thing
but rather crafts the outline of a bigger door
a larger mouth
a wider window
to wherever you may have left and gone
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3. |
June
05:30
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june is crying again
its been some time since when
she got out of a life
in a car
with a wife
on a street
and shes come so far
only to almost fall back to where she was
june is crying again
because she hasn’t friends
and she keeps thinking about just making it end
but as long as she’s got this friend by her side she isn’t going nowhere
all she needs she says
is a quarter of a grand
and shes set
she can get on her feet
and out of the projects and to
a home that she calls new
and her own
june is walking down broadway
with a dog that is facing the wrong way at all times
theres trash all over the ground so we look down and scrounge for change just for fun
we dont expect to find much
but what few pennies i find
i leave with her and i dont mind
ill manage till the end of the month this time
and i tell her whenever she needs help ill come around
just like when we both lived downtown
june is coming again
with the sun in its head
are we going to survive this time
get a unit on new years
to offset the usual fears
since they go for half price then
june is crying again
cause shes happy again
least for now
just good to know she still knows how to smile
shell do good things one day
having a good heart does not take a good life away
seeing her off to pennsylvania
june is crying and so am i
watching her vanish into the boarding passageway
and the plane goes on and on and on and on
finding her life in pennsylvania
a home and a sweetie of her very own
and what of me, i guess well see
both of us have faith well meet again
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4. |
Worker
05:09
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she sits outside the starbucks beanie covers her face
hides in a furry overcoat with heels up to her thigh gap
two concealed pistols in her inside pockets
a long distance taser, some mace, emergency pager
6 long knives taped to her back
holding shaky hands in torn leather gloves
shes got two black eyes
a bloody nose
rings burned to her fingers she says
thats just how it goes
can’t look too obvious
can never be too safe
i just hope the bastard pays this time
the kids are staying home alone today
i could live a normal life once
id only need to leave home to travel or just for my own leisure
that’s a funny word to hear these days
makes me almost feel a seizure coming on
when the purge came so many friends vanished
i don’t know if they’ve died or ended up inside
ive had to raise my rates
cause it only feels right
only once a while does a john acquiesce without a fight
and i can’t be too obvious out here
and im never safe enough
and rarely do the bastards pay for their time
life’s a bitch, but I’m tough
maybe things will teeter totter like usual
or maybe we’ll overthrow it all completely
but i don’t wanna die yet
i don’t wanna die yet
yet i have to accept right now i might
she says i have tattoos that they will recognize
and they should know my name and my closest ties
have backup arrangements for custody things
my kids need such a better life in case that isn’t something I can bring
folks are so ready to underestimate children
not at all aware at how amazing their becoming
so much smarter
and understanding
yet we always think we gotta protect them from everything
it should be obvious
yet in this hell country it never fucking seems to be
i’d better go and hope the bastard will pay me my dime
hope to see you around sometime
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5. |
One Day
02:51
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is it too much to
ask for one day to be
seen as i am
and for what it is
what it can be
every customization
white christians love saying
theyre trapped in the closet
delighting in stealing all
concepts they notice
to be a white christian is
to be a thief in the night
like the white jesus that they all pray to
through their programmed algorhythms
is it too much to
ask for just one day
to just feel my
black dress flowing
in the spring wind
to be as beautiful
as i know that i can be if just
given the chance to know
that i’d be safe
longing to be known for more
than assumed pain
i dont always feel hatred
towards my frail body
i sometimes feel joy for the things i can gain
but to have any eyes on me
chances are spotty
weve already gotten our
fill of the 101 shit
lets move on to
advanced placement
haven’t scratched it
our draconic ways
of the centuries before
must be left behind
but still remembered
if love was the answer
would not be a slogan
that wouldn’t have sold as much
id like to live to 150
and i want to want to live that long
i want to live
want to live
want to have children
and want to have grandchildren
anyone human still left in the world
would too
is it too much to ask just for one day
where all that needs to happen
can happen
when will i make
my own magic
happen my way
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6. |
Doe Deer
04:22
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painting our faces to look like doe deer and running to the forest behind my house
doing our makeups to look like doe deer and running to the forest with nothing on
let it rain down
let it rain down
let it rain down from within all over me
hey girls im a doe deer
single and half deer
letting it out all over and on my tree
hey girls im a doe deer
letting it out all over you
rolling in the grass underneath all the wet trees
making doe deer sounds all night long
rolling in the brush with our doe deer bodies all over ceremoniously sort of
let it rain down
let it rain down
let it rain down from within all over me
hey girls im a doe deer
single and half deer
letting it out all over and on my tree
hey girls im a doe deer
letting it out all over you
you doe deer you
going into estrus just like a doe deer
running to the forest where fun can be found
doing our doe deer ritual in the nighttime under the super blue moon
let it rain down
let it rain down
let it rain down from within all over me
hey girls im a doe deer
single and half deer
letting it out all over and on my tree
hey girls im a doe deer
letting it out all over you
you doe deer you
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7. |
Lone Leaf
04:14
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lone leaf in the wind
abandoned by her tree
who cried out in rage uncling yr
wretched arm from me
her branch it whipped and swayed
and sent her on her way
a lonely leaf cant find nowhere
to lay
lone leaf in the wind
landed in a stream
and everything that swam in it
they started just to scream
and splashed a little wave
that sent her on her way
a lonely leaf cant find nowhere
to lay
lone leaf in the wind
where she ought to be
always very far away
from where she can be seen
there’s anger every day
that throws her far away
a lonely leaf cant find nowhere
to lay
lone leaf in the wind
landed on a rock
said you must have wandered
way too far off from yr flock
into the ground they caved
and sent her on her way
a lonely leaf cant find nowhere
to lay
lone leaf in the wind
she fell into the sky
not a single cloud or star
did bother give a sigh
and it jumped from march to may
and sent her on her way
a lonely leaf cant find nowhere
to lay
lone leaf in the wind
picked up by a kid
crumbled into peices
and swept up into a bin
now dust inside a tray
for which no one seems to pray
never any thought for a lonely leaf
on a windy autumn day
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8. |
Blank Canvas Butterfly
03:55
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what will you paint your wings with
what will you etch
what will you carve
what will splatter on
will it be yr own arrangement of luminescent colors in yr own made up design
will instead of a butterfly
you go toward something more
moth-inclined?
cubist moth
rembrandt moth
scribbly moth
ive met so many scribbly moths
blank canvas butterflies is where we begin
colors and designs in search of tattered leather wing skin
bright, dull, colorless, earth toned, experimental
or something pulled directly from beneath a personal basin
hold yr private paint can watches
set them to whatever time zone u feel yr in
engage in one anothers ticking and find whoever is in sync some way
mirror moths
pop art moths
bright bubbly comic moths
moths with something simple on one wing with the other so immaculate and lush in texture
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9. |
Orb of Weatherwarm
03:41
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o precious star
o blinking brightness
how you have dimmed so low
how you have burned loud
how you have shot your mark
through swelling nothing known
come be collected
into a caring hand
and be with others who had
to turn off for now
u orb of weatherwarm
u sage of candycorn
let yourself be worn and with your loss
o whisk of feathered snow
your simple air in those
spaces where you once rested in moss
trust youll be taken to
where the right to ache is true
be your mess
be the now of you
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your composed of everything that i cant give up
and a ghost keeps slamming my door
my witch love senses a friendly presence and it keeps on rattling my window blinds
im making plans for a change in terrain
and my teenage roommate got violated last night
and so my witch love leaves out a spell under a pillow behind my tapestry
laying on my mattress with one lantern to see
and a ghost keeps slamming my door
my refuge lies in the past as its layed out in film and colors and sounds long lost
if i take out the bad bits
only leave the good bits
than maybe i get the future
i should take out the bad bits
and only leave the good bits
of this present day
im preparing to breathe like a titan
and a ghost keeps slamming my door
im preparing to walk like my feet could fly
to the north
im preparing to die on the way
im preparing for many outcomes
and a ghost keeps slamming my door
it sometimes is urgent and sometimes its just not there at all but it means no ill will
i wonder if the ghost is a future me
and she keeps on slamming that door
i wonder what news she intends to bring me
her tone is too ambiguous to know
and a ghost keeps slamming my door
and a ghost keeps rattling my window blinds
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not held like a hammer
but felt like a hum
not chewed up tossed away
when the flavors gone
a hard-swipe december
vibrating off a drum
ego assassination
in one pretty lump sum
heart-light on a hell-foot
confusings in a shoe string strum
that’s not what yr interperetation
says they’re coming from
a hot welding iron
a soft bed of straw
an old mountain tiger
with a single broken claw
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12. |
Drag The Paisley
03:56
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oh just kiss me
don’t even let me in
just drag the paisley
up and down me
sprinkle yr hydrangeas
with my arms and legs spread out
and just kiss me
like a feather to a moth
oh just be there
as long as your tongue can last
drag your paisley
up and down me
count yr blessings on each pedal
me not
me will
me then
bask in this bud
in your favorite flood
tripping your bite fantastic
cool relieving
you're mint tea
you twee thing
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13. |
Monstrrbody
05:44
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don’t look at me im a monster
in this damn old monsterbody
don’t come this way lest yr a monster
in yr monsterbody
the silence of me
no ones allowed in my room except for monsterbodies
the frighteningly free
all i wanna be seeing at 3 am are my
monsterbodies in the silence of me yea
of all of us
monster
watch out
im a scary bitch
ill hurt ya
a dawn awashing
the hair on our backs in orange
we toss our bone in the air
a real moth maggot
real goth faggot
soft ragamuffin with too many arms
some fuckin gay spider
cranky ghost geyser
24 skeletons inside one girl
reach into my throat you might pull out a couple of
monsterbodies hiding in there
just shake
let out
spew out
roar out
fall out
repair
boys first strike out
girls first in n out
in betweens first white out
mans first cookout
ladys first night out
in betweens forget about em
theyre monsters arent they
would you fuck me
i would fuck me
take off yr night vision
im the doctor now
escape in my skin
fuck okay god damn you win
do you really have to smile at me that way
dont you know that here on planet earth there’ve been monsters forever
never were we frightening until you showed up
dont you know that here on planet earth there’ve been monsters forever
we built all that’s pure and holy
here on planet earth we’ve been monsters forever
all we see and all we know it
well a billionaire’s dead and now we’ve got an august rain
and i can’t complain i sneak a silent praise
and if that isn’t any message then i really can’t tell you what is
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Dani Lee Pearce Denver, Colorado
nb trans songwriter orignally from the west coast
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