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Alloy
04:38
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Marry mistakes, find, embrace your enemy
A foil, faults, to fulfill what you fancy good
Follow the trail of debris flung by helicopter hands
From London clubs to London, Canada
Every retrograde brings a chance to separate
But those that believe in non-locality
Have the responsibility to love from afar
Accountable with every step
The taste of toxicity bleeds between our thighs indecently
But we can love indefinitely from afar
Setting off a peal of bells
Slashing stars in two
Bodies sliced, time cut
Space severed, ringing bells
Setting off a peal of bells
When no present to wrap without a box to contain
But plenty of paper among past gifts given
Memory becomes the physical to either pleasure or plague:
Sky skin like gifted sweaters, sweet coconut on my tongue
Known bliss haunts the days without
Swamp snake hiss like heaters, sour salt on my tongue
But we can love indefinitely from afar
Setting off a peal of bells
Slashing stars in two
Bodies sliced, time cut
Space severed, ringing bells
Setting off a peal of bells
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Powder
05:16
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When everything I write a contradiction or a paradox
What is the point, a helicopter in my head
Slow it down, and I'm on the ground, and the space between each blade spins around
It's just long enough to enjoy the breeze from it's thousandth round
But lost in the clouds, spinning fast, never time to capture in between when eclipsing common ground
Bank bags bring powder for another
Like dangling weights hanging from wind chimes tied during storms to heaven's chandeliers
Like bank bags tearing and lungs expanding, all this dreaming is the expense of living
Bank bags bring powder for another
When everything I write - a contradiction or a paradox
What is the point, a helicopter in my head
Slow it down, and I'm on the ground, and the space between each blade spins around
Bank bags bring powder for another
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Hypothesis
05:33
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Love is a point, and I don't know why we keep trying to make points
The solution is science, but what is understood is interrupted by a screaming child
The solution is psychological, but what is understood is lost in the story;
a parable without context
The solution is simple, but what is understood is a lesson waiting for a question
The hedgehog in the fog, what if the horse was unseen?
Songs as textbooks, a biblical project -
I could keep walking in the shoes of Jesus & let the listener construct another idol
And recess to shepherds following like sheep
But what when I'm lifted up, and there is no footprint for you to follow in?
I've already counted all the stars and no longer wonder how the horse is there in the fog
I feel the future galloping at me, carrying baskets of sand scooped up from behind me -
for I am not to be strung up, i'm already lifted up
My footprints free, blowing in the sand scattered by the wind of the future galloping at me
Facing foreshadow of another lover's hand, passing by meadows reaching for a hand
But tindersticks lit by the wool I shaved off the rest
sit in my throat licking kisses still searching for a nest
Breaking the pattern of abandonment by handing over unrest and trusting you with it -
to carry it like a torchbearer and lighting the next boy buried in sticks before the tree follows it's limbs -
So the fire can burn up the tree trunk and when the leaves ignite and flutter along
the ashes will fill the air we breathe into us
carrying along the body full of leaves,
Body full of leaves
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Variable
05:16
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The end of pining, long laments from laughter lit
When the joke turns to soliloquy
The nights become shorter, laughing with myself
From first love illuminated in a parking lot
Polished sentimentality aligned with the sun
To slanted horizons never reached
Taking shortcuts through the bison field
I found it was the laughter in my head
That gave rise to faith's emergence
And proved the joke is all that can transcend
When I wrote the lion's roar
I heard a chuckle between the words
But never listened then, deafened by a desire
Tortured by the four eyed monster
Mistook desperate solitude for independence
Though the guts come with portions of the heart
I sliced coupledom like a butcher without even a knife
And soon after mounted the lion's head upon my wall
And cried into the lifeless lion's mane
Where laughter still lingers, lighting another soliloquy
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Mute
05:20
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The laughter lasts through the night
What forever riddle we came up with
May still linger though the lion laid down
For sorry only lasts so long
Forgiveness can always sing another song
I love you, you don't need to know
I love you, my silent pursuit
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Così e Così
nomadic canadian-born poet, performer, crooner, musician, videographer, birdwatcher, etc.
Mar. 21. 2024. Paris, FR @ La Pointe Lafayette *as E.A. Ltd.
Mar. 22. 2024. Tours, FR @ Le Super 9
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