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A half-decade since the last bone was roasted
Unknown whether the dead truly still lie below
A beautiful park in the heart of an historic basin suburb
Surrounded by palm trees and well-maintained colonial homes
Chaperoning our early morning park bench rendezvous
I'd do anything for the spiritual girls of sleepy hollow
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Shirtless in bed with the fan on
Didn't want no ice water drop on my full belly
Spent hours making tacos
Spent minutes reading
Shot down her request to go cuddle
I'm still traumatized from my trip to the grocery store
A father held his young daughters hand as they crossed the street
She had the purest, childlike grin
On this most humid of summer afternoons
While a man sitting on the ledge behind her uncomfortably rocked back and forth
Eyes staring emptily out at nothing
Gripping his knees
Fiending for another chance
The rains came down later
And I hope he did too
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Les Rideaux de l'été
00:21
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Another summer closing
This one too calm
Much room for growth
Yet no action taken
Still, I breathe in the spores of confidence
Let them germinate within me and burst from my pores
Allowing me to become the person I envision
Because contentment is an illusion
But I can control the curtains
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Shipwreck
00:25
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I think it's glorious how we all gave up on our sprightly dreams
Sold our eager-eyed whimsy for mediocrity and boredom
A fortuitous time, arriving at the docks
For the security of a steady ship
Sailing out into the distance
Waiting to find whatever it is meant to find
This is how it's supposed to be
Maybe I can jump off and swim for distant land
Or just remember what it's like to feel a fleeting moment of enthusiastic hope
I wonder...
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Birthday Seven
00:31
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Heading home to briefly sleep with ghosts
Six years since senior year
Not much to show for it
We're all progressing in our own ways
Used to listen to Such Gold
Now I listen to Autumnal
My mom used to live up the street from Mikey's
We talked life and Quoow
The night we drank 4 Lokos on the rocks
And took pisses staring into the backyard he celebrated his 7 year birthday in
I've still got much to improve on
To look forward to
But the check engine light is on
And I can't help staring at my rearview mirror
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7. |
Arms for Oars
00:27
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Bring on the November floods
So I can use these arms for oars
Life here is so intentionally comfortable
That we almost look forward to the small circumstances that may derail us
Oh, to know the cost of our country's oblivious ease
The blood and tears spilt in the global south
So that I can place my head down on this pillowcase
And listen to the rain splash onto the cement outside
Not bothered by greater necessity
The apple pie rests on the windowsill
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Bordertown
00:17
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Bordertown vilified
Cocaine roulette
Better than most places though
I haven't been this motivated since Jesus' election
Yvette's on deck, she's got the directions
Snacks in the attic
Cooking up that funk
Baptized monk
Monster truck
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EOBT
00:25
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I got drunk to visit you
Butterflies ingesting my caution
Excitement in every pore
But we never made contact
You texted to apologize
And said "if this was three years ago..."
I wish it was
I played the first Citizen record that they handed out in line
At Warped Tour 2013
And drove home waxing drunk on the melancholies of youth
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Milt Jackson
00:25
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My love for her is calming
Like sixties jazz piano
On a rainy December night
She has the softest, warmest hands this side of the Colorado
That's a guarantee
And wide-aperture eyes that smolder in your memory
Like spring flowers on the dining room centerpiece
Her mind is a charming whip
And the thought of her rests on my heart
That lovely digital flâneur
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Vibrant Christmas Girls
00:21
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Pissed under the orange tree beneath a midnight moon
Stuck in an emotionless DM thread again
Oh boy, flirty pussy
The vibrant Christmas girls have eyes on other presents
And have no embers ablaze for my lonely, longing spirit
I've let the gifts I once held near wander off for better tidings
I always do it to myself
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It's mind, body, and hole
You didn't hear that from me
Back on my bullshit with that cryptic emo poetry
Pondering on whether I'll ever wash my sheets again
Shoutout [redacted]
That's a secret though
Real hoes never get cold
But maybe that's just San Diego
The chores keep piling up
And I keep grinding down
Gotta put my phone away, I say
Gotta put my phone away
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Albuquerque Sunrise
00:32
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Cruising along highway 40
Father in the backseat barks out orders to avoid frozen puddles that do not exist
Kristine sends me her flirty goodnight message
As snow flurries begin to lightly kiss the paved desert earth
Bob Dylan and "I Hate Surfing in Huntington Beach"
Dance out from the speakers
We pull into Tucumcari for gas
The Love's cashier is in jovial spirits as he shakes his head at the frustrated woman
Who exits through the swinging glass door and into the cold night sky
It's 4am
We push onwards towards an Albuquerque sunrise
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Scrying Pane
00:24
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The scheme always changes
But the pursuit never dies
Posing for a friend
Staring into a tiny aperture with those perfect eyes
In a park on a sunny winter's day
Golden hour grass seen through rose colored glasses
I miss you through the scrying pane of my phone screen
But for what
I don't know
A double tap and a scroll to the next
My mind refreshes
I want the moon to eat me
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Perfect Tan
00:20
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Admiring the pine trees
On the night drive home from work
I should get a rat tattoo for my twenty fifth
In honor of the Chinese zodiac
And then I can get a horse in 2050
If I even live that long
Oh the collective fatalist nature of our country's youth
I crash my car while daydreaming of your perfect tanned tits
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Visage of an Old Man
00:36
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Every night when I drive home from work
I look to my left at the second to last stop sign
And see the shadow of a light post
But it always startles me
As I believe it to be the visage of an old man
Standing alone at 2am in winter
Dressed in black blazer and a top hat
I want to see his eyes
I want to know his secrets
But I lay in bed and ponder on about this nonexistent man
As I fall asleep to the whirr of the old refrigerator
And the padded footsteps rumbling across the carpet floor above
And the unsynchronized symphony of a jacket in the dryer
Singing click, click, click...
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You're the weeds growing in my front yard following a week's worth of rain
You're the generic tree-shaped air freshener hung on the mirror to mask the scent of damp carpet in the back
You're a shot of satire
And a ball of spite
You're the rabbit who scampered across the road just now
And the trash I scraped off the floor to shove into the console on the day I drove you to the airport
You're bad breakfasts and dirty jokes and the scent of jasmine when it blooms so fragrantly in the springtime
I want to prominently display your wit on a pedestal
The memory of your tiny fists and shaved ankles in high waters won't leave my head
And I just wanna know why...
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Rainy Bedsheet Ghost
00:19
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The melatonin bottle is almost empty
Window cracked slightly to let the sound of 1am rain waltz in
With the Earth rejuvenated
I rediscovered the meaning was meaningless
And took comfort in the monotonous pace of chaos
I'm looking forward to finding her at the airport
I hope she spits in my mouth
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Today I exchanged colloquial pleasantries with the man at the drive thru
I did pushups and fantasized about hummingbirds, hibiscus, and perfect breasts
The wood floor was cold against my chest
The hummingbirds have nowhere to drink
Our clay soil needs amending according to a pale Canadian on YouTube
It took me an hour before I realized I forgot to put my cozy socks on
I read sixty five year old words from Ginsberg
About shooting semen in cemeteries
And sewing your seeds wherever you so may please
Got up with chest pains and self-medicated
I thought I was over this
I never even called to enroll into my health insurance
I'll figure it out when I need to
And dream of tropical blooms and bursts of orgasmic color in the time in between
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Drive Thru Thoughts
00:33
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Funny how the seasons change so quickly
When you have nothing else to pay attention to
All events cancelled or on hold
Until society can recover
The rains came and then they left
Gil's preseason list of pennant winners lays on the desk unbothered
The Reds woulda won the NL Central
That's my hot take
There are no nice cars in this Popeye's drive thru
Vibrant green ivy peaks out from the stone wall above
The Taiwanese community center blocks the evening sun from cascading onto these barrel cacti
I wonder who waters them...
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Didn't cop that bouquet today
Because I deemed it too expensive
Thinking about where I stand with you
Has got me feeling apprehensive
Work and class for a man of the working class
Supplemented by rent and a global pandemic
Among other responsibilities
While I spend a Sunday shoveling dirt
And admiring the progress of miniature palm trees
That's a mouthful
And my mouth's full
With a tongue that still doesn't know how to speak
If I keep this up, well I'll be fucked
Because I'll have already reached my peak
But I'm 25 and still alive
And have many years left to go
So I'll strive for growth as I write this oath
I'm someone I'd better like to know
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Chicano Vivisepulture
00:26
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Stay wholesome
Stay lovely
Listening to the new Chicano Batman
Anniversary of robbing the crib
Still not sure how I feel about that
Never been one to process much
Thinking less and less every year
Until I become a jellyfish
Drunkenly infatuated tonight with Pacific Island woman
Gonna go shovel compost in six hours
And practice my vivisepulture
The bouquet in the kitchen looks nice
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Five Dollar Beers
00:27
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Sad beers by my lonesome
Listening to the new Jeff Rosenstock
He seems fun
I wanna be like him
But it's a Thursday
In state-sponsored isolation
So I sip this five dollar beer
And celebrate the life of Jonathan Yost
Last we spoke was outside of the Burger King
Your quiet confidence and reassuring groundedness was uplifting
The last we'll ever speak
The Corolla you rode in gathers dirt in the driveway
But that will soon be gone as well
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Vin Scully
00:23
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Made love to the car crash girl
Snapped the "Covid Curse"
The thermostat on the alarm clock read 69
So we did what it said
It was my first time
Wine drunk in June
Dreaming about the voice of Vin Scully
There's no baseball this season
And life is devoid of purpose
So throw it all away
Enjoy the follies of spontaneous fancy
Here's to the next one!
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Mulignana
00:45
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Hadn't seen my dad in months
So I drove up to give him a loquat sapling for Father's Day
Our brains perpetually racked with generationally repressed emotions
That play themselves out in many different forms
But things went well
Pops told me that my grandfather would have been very impressed with my garden
But also would have likely been at the Trump rally in Tulsa that weekend had he been alive
That idiot
Throw in a racist anecdote about Angelo equating Africans to eggplant
And after a lengthy meal it was time to go
The lights were off at the liquor store
On the Southwest corner of the strip mall
Where Mills meets Telegraph and turns into Florence
I had never seen that before
A homeless man slept on a cement bench at the bus stop
There were no lamplights and it was unusually still and peaceful
I had tears in my eyes
I don't know why
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Xander Rollins San Diego, California
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