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Nines
03:53
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Slip behind a veil/Devoid of trust
Draw it tight as the sheets you toss through restless nights
Pull out a calendar/cross weeks in a breath
Pass the airfield where the amateurs make their wobbly descents
Surrounded by misinformation
Mistake the blight for art
I can't decide who my neighbors really are.
Stock phrases, restatements, overly effusive exclamations
trust no one pulling faces/intentions auto-suspect
With any luck one will drop too soon
clip the fence on re-entry
peel the dome back like a sardine tin
Re-arrange my head if I’m lucky
Eugenius: My surroundings got me drowning in the waters of mistrust
There's no leverage in the wreckage just suspicion in the rust
All the ire and satire made it way too hot to the touch
So I lurk in isolation through the blinds attracting dust
Surrounded by a pack of kids
Mistake the blight for art
I close my eyes and see their credit cards
I’m pummeled by the information
Shake at the sight
I close my eyes, I'm counting them in nines
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2. |
Carillon
04:00
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It was only a muted outburst
But it still gave me a shove
Near the bank of the Miami
I almost took a plunge
If I had been submerged
I’d hope that the tower
Was covered in its lights
A beacon to swim towards, cutting through the night
Beneath a lethargic star
Soaked upon arrival
In chlorine, sweat and snow
Lightly steaming on a
Saltstained/sunstalled day
Superintendent will not be calling
You’ll be expected to come in
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3. |
Harsh Dark
04:38
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Seven stories of lights left on
Always keep a finger on the grid
Tension only lets up when machinery clicks
Whirrs to a hum
Spits out the request
Reclined in a glass room
Old phones line the walls
futile machine, destined for scrap
I swooned to the ground
I stood far too fast
Stretch ecstatic shock
of initial contact
into perpetuity
Head tilted back so laughter tears won’t fall so fast
In submerged vision/a bliss that lasts
Flex facial muscles/hope endorphins flow
Trick the self before it catches on to the dread sneaking from below
Clockwise ‘round the lower joint
Ring fidget when nerves kick in
Views of bricks for months
More in the frame/than words exchanged
Numbers/sat on for ages
smudged and smeared to blue auras
on all of the pages.
Found contorted in mourning
With no pride in filth
Hear the horns swell
Stretch ecstatic shock
of initial contact
into perpetuity
Eyes struggle to adjust to the harsh dark
Arms flailing finding nothing to grab on to
Plunge me into jagged incoherence
Steer me into the swerve
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4. |
Defile A View
03:47
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Bald headed baby men in their big boy trucks buzz my family
Crucifixes in triplicate seem to follow me, looming from on high
The rot runs deep where it shied away from the crowds and the light
Slapped into submission when it showed its face, it festers in the open air
Avert your face from proven truth
Ascend a hill to defile a view
His gaze will never rest on you
In his mind you’ll never flicker
Unwelcome suggestions/affixed to directions
Pipsqueak yelp/in the indifferent face of a glacier’s wake
You’re burning through friendships now, Six years mean nothing now
Isolated/they pat your head while nodding theirs’/and tune out your petulant whines
Avert your face from proven truth
Ascend a hill to defile a view
His gaze will never rest on you
In his mind you’ll never flicker
Incinerator, answer please
There’s piles of trash on which to feed
Uproot the stunted garish trees
Reduce to ash their gnashings
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Frowst Cincinnati, Ohio
Bass-driven kitchen sink sorta-punk from the Ohio expanse.
Erik ZDP (Hissing Tiles, Till Plains) + co-conspirators.
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