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skin meadow
05:17
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kites & intestines
tangled in branches,
i’m spilling my guts
to the gutless.
stitch the sky to treetops,
i talk my stomach in knots.
there’s no room on the roadside
for any more memorials.
Lord, i reject regret
& repent for getting so forgetful.
forgive me for giving
a shit.
i’m looking
forward to
looking back
on this.
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2. |
lily pad pupils
05:21
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got my finger in
the picture i was taking.
jumping in apartment complex
swimming pools fully clothed.
pullin weeds out of yr spine
& all our lawns are cut the same length.
the hangman brought flowers
to the execution,
we were fed our first communion
but the bread returned to flesh
as we chewed, & boy we chewed.
well, the whales come
one by one
to die at my hand.
i am the whaler.
earn your urn.
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her wedding dress was sewn
from semen she spat into
her hands, screamin’:
i do, i do!
trading flesh for flypaper,
& armed to the dentures,
we don a regalia
of useless genitalia.
& closing the bible,
the minister smiled:
“you may now kiss
the bride.” & they stood and
stared for a while
as husband & wife
squishing mosquitoes
all along their arms
then drove on home
in separate cars.
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4. |
whaling for sport
03:19
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an all knowing God
doesn’t know what it’s like
to not know anything at all.
i can do everything God can’t—goddamn.
past the sky
there’s more sky.
past the sky
there is more sky.
there’s nothing more
i’d rather be
doing than nothing
at all.
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5. |
everyday feels like 9/11
03:31
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feed yourself
yr own stomach
again &
again.
couldn’t keep it down,
couldn’t stomach it.
you’re your own
tapeworm.
& God’s in heaven
where He’s safe from us.
everyday feels like 9/11.
we’re never gettin to heaven.
this counterfeit reality,
a perfect copy of a forgery.
& after all these years
i still look a lot like me.
you’re your own
tapeworm:
every night, sunlight
moonlights as
moonlight.
mirrors mirroring mirrors;
teeth growing under teeth.
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6. |
9/12
01:49
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and on
september 12th,
2001
everyone
went back to work.
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7. |
daytona 500
03:44
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animal control came to collect
last night’s roadkill from the roadside,
where fathers of drunk drivers plant a cross
for their loss when the wreck is hauled off.
i saw dale earnhardt
pushin a shoppin cart
from the wal-mart
on the tracks of daytona speedway.
heard him say,
“the first to lose the race
always comes in second place.”
severed antlers wrapped around a fence,
elk harvest yr headlamps for organs.
you keep a deer shot dead in yr tuck bed
& lips knitted kissin like pigeons shittin
on windshields.
i saw dale earnhardt
feedin ducks by the pond
all of his spare change.
& below billboards,
lit through the night, i keep
checking the time to see
if it’s still there.
“i always end up
startin over again.
the end of the world
is taking forever.”
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8. |
chris farley
02:06
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a garden grows
over yr bones
buried in the backyard
as if new skin.
of leaf rakes
& rattlesnakes,
we make a beautiful pile
of leaves.
i’m the last to
know what i’m saying.
i have forgotten
more than ive learned.
i am an idiot.
it is said with
an embarrassing
sincerity:
no one unloved.
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9. |
nursing home riot
03:21
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there’s no room in the ground for us,
swimming pool’s filled with a thousand drowned bucks.
a raccoon crushed in a garbage truck
& you blush as you skin the hunt.
i’m trying to show you
i’m trying.
the tv’s on but no one’s home,
we see it glow through windows.
release yr kill back to the wild;
i am an asshole / i am an only child.
had to put down
the dog today,
tell the children
he ran away.
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10. |
floral organs
02:31
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red tide skyline;
every whale in the sea
washes up to
my feet fully flensed
& barely breathing—
i am the whaler,
i’ve outgrown these innards.
i am the whaler,
cleaning guts from gutters.
i am the whaler,
our vertebrae’s tethered.
i am the whaler,
look! here come the buzzards.
climbing trees older than anyone alive:
we braid our intestines together,
spitting teeth into each other’s mouths
back and forth until we make a smile.
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