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Came for you in my sunken dream.

Or came for / You in / My sunken dream. / The ships / Captain / is sinking.

drink my blood with me

Can be / There as / Can be / Ropes, / Knives,

The lizard rock garden

I stopped on the side / Of this street, / With unease building up / And I vomited / Into the lizard rock / Garden.

shuffling through my pants pockets

shuffling through my pants / pocket, / fumbling for / the reset button

Empty covers and regret

In the darkness / Of my bedroom, / Under these velvet covers, / I can still see / Your naked body.

Likely I was still alive.

The many arms of the spider give them direction.

touch my beard in the dark

just / come here / baby / so i can kiss / you once more

creeping closer.

no longer sleeping next to you / never again one day / brings the nightmares back / into my plane of sight

let go and wither, i guess

someone else’s / love, / passion, / tenderness

with your what was what could be (rough draft)

it doesn’t make my heart beat again / but that’s the story / and here i am / waiting for you

a collapsing heart (the flowers in the field)

instead of holding you / and looking into your eyes / i have / this / a collapsing heart / (for you: listen to The Magnetic Fields When …

just turning off the oven

now that you’ve turned away / and wrote my ending for me / as a beautifully drunken goddess at dusk would

looking away from what you were to me

your little mouth with / matching lips, / kissed me in ways / better left in the dark

Bending light through darkness

No words / spoken / can save us / From our ending.

The car is breaking down

I got a text from her yesterday, / Explaining this and that / And how it was over. / Just like / that.

a neutral zone of flimsy dreams and piles of dust

that someday i will have forgotten, / about the pretty pieces that made you important to me, / that someday will just be lost in a neutral…

maybe we were never there anyway

i cannot say goodbye enough / to bring you back again / and that’s where the problems flourish

Moonshine in my dummy mind

There’s moonshine in your eyes / That drunken my reasonable mind / Into falling in love again, / And again, / Every night and day.

Lynchburg, Ohio.

moth infested grays and / farmer dirt browns. / A collection of still volatile / Mortar and shells.

Kitty kitty going to the city city

Kitty kitty / Was the song / Mouse squeaked / Before the lights / Went / Out / Out.

saying goodbye in smoke

on this open sea / kissing me / so violently now

That makes me a man.

a special kind of man / a killing man / gun in my hand / rulin’ this god damned land

removing your face

you see / i miss feeling you / under my knife / in the summertime / removing your face / from my memory
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no more defenses

i wish i had a face / to hold in my hands
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I wanted to leave this behind

Stepping out / I remembered summer rain / as the dog licked / my wet legs / free of water and cleanliness

that meaningful sin

take cover, my lover / this book is bleeding / it’s the raping season

the emptied sea of you and me

only one boundless mass / uncontrolled and / beautiful

And that wasn’t enough

She found herself on the ledge / And that wasn’t enough

i played it again (rev)

and i played it again / one more million / times / just to hear / that echo

and i played it again

i turned the machine / off but the song / kept on playing / in my mudded-up head

i am lost

my eyes are / stern and set / on a shedding skin / of the rattlesnake

from a million fallen birds

but that’s something / i guess / we can suppress each sing-song / breath / as we take our last one

watchin’ your soul depart

was watchin’ your / soul depart / from the earth / and it didn’t even stop / to pay the handling fees / as you slipped away

FUCK! the robots

and posting / post-it notes of remorse / about eating / your tasty bits

outdated seeds

the perfect faces / resting with delicate abandon / on the t.v. screens and / condom boxes, / they are above you / with your ugly though…

My rusted capsule.

Lavished / in the queen’s / lingerie, / you possess my thin mind. / With smothering hips / and mockingbird lips,

landfills of desires

you have arrived / to the human world / let us bury the bones / of our forefathers / in the landfills of desires

a goodnight and spasms of joy

sleep dreamer / you are no longer / awake / a vision / a ghost / lingering lost / in this shared / good night

boots dirty with salt

leaning into my shoulder / and my right hand / squeezing your thigh / my dear / i miss you being near / to me all the time

night lingers forward

descend with me / for just a little / while longer / as we half-close / our drunken / eyes / to block-out / the burning night / from our…

you don’t need _____, don’t need _____

you don’t need / to hold my ___ in your / sweet and soft touchers / anymore

A drinking day

To drink it away.

Every bone with sharpened metal.

And just spread my skin / Apart / From horns to heart

magnetic retention

on the carpets / there’s piss / stains / we only hope / is from / the dog

bury it in silk and dirty poems

just deep enough / where / the worms / can get / to it

“i want to die thinking of you”

but i just can’t / get past your echoin’ / whispers, / and the hint of / your perfume / that disables my mind / in our cold / bed…

i want to die thinking of you

just come on over, / darlin’, / my dreams are empty / and in need of / a new song.

hooray, hooray

about the living days / when you were a child / not this ghost / leaving your body behind / away away / into outer space

where the stains still show / the butcher of spri…

buried there / in the garden / are pretty faces / rotten with / silvery decay

marshmallow fluff

hanging out / with the orangutans and chimps / discussing ipads and triple penetrations

lordy lordy

heaven / is a great cloud to visit / when your summer is free / of constructed spaces

the proper place to sink

but i find my heart is sterile / and my cock limp, / both adverse reactions to living / for too long

just carbon dating

oh well, / it’s swell / to be alone doing nothing instead, / then being in love and living / a life worth more then decaying parti…

look how low those testicles go

take any piece of me you please / the happy toes or diseased / carcass and atonements / the flourishes dressed in skin / whatever your p…

that old devil didn’t even say goodbye

the bed this morning / was as empty as my / broken clock / just used rubbers / and empty medicine bottles / littering the soiled floor

from the fruitbox

so as not to get forgotten / so as to be safe and happy / listening to the inchworms crawling / and becoming moths / is the solution to …

without you, my little boy

with you / i am / everything good / smiling clowns / lions cleaning their cubs / diseases in remission / a heart in submission

with open sores

don’t forget me / regret me / fret me / let me be the sea / and cover your shores / with open sores

nononsense

my socks have / nononsense / proudly stitched across / my toes / at least those lucky bastards / don’t take shit / from anyone

the metamorphic enchanter

lying to everyone you / married / kissing everyone you / denied / fucking the aphids / on the side

in my shed you will find the shovel

in my shed / you will find the shovel / bury my rotten pieces / as far from each other / as you / can

that good old fashioned reason to keep going on

what fun / what sinister fun / grab the sunshine sitting on the shelf / and take a few too many so as to relapse

Cock vomit nightmares.

That’s fucking for fucks sake / Here on the isle of seagulls.
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