1. |
Late Summer / Early Fall
00:30
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The crisp air bends its wings back
Over the crest of my lips
As I tilt my head back and breathe
Tonight feels like fall.
And under the overwhelming circumstance of the seasonal monstrosity
Strung with blooming flowers
Unlike the dying we embrace at the turn of the calendar
This is fine.
Engulfing the cold, wrapped in a sweater
Eyes peeled across the dim lit table in the garage where we just sat
Coughing and laughing at nature's breeze
Welcome to late summer.
Early fall.
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2. |
Assault The Vagabond
00:14
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Assault the vagabond
Ingest the palm fronds
I'm sick of guessing which side
Of the dotted line you're on
Next batter, follow through
Bowl over the summer crew
Murdered stuffed animals
With just a few loose screws
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3. |
Garnica
00:17
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Complimenting her in the mirror
The words bounce off and break into shards
Beautiful reflections of angelic skin and native eyes
She has made herself into a work of fiction
A Spanish lush in the romantic arts
Piece her together and fall in love again
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4. |
Hike
00:19
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Early Autumn morning
Uncomfortable heat from the waxing creep of the Southern California sunrise
Reciprocal drunk summer flirtations
Youthful beauty ceaselessly blooming from you
But how I wished other substances coated my car that day
Besides the earth from your shoes
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5. |
Iwa's
00:32
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When Iwa's closed it's heavy Japanese doors to future customers
I felt a part inside of me die
The photo of my father on a magazine cover
Lays glass-cracked in a landfill beyond the hills
A former marker of success
We used to frequent this suburban sushi bar off the boulevard
The strip mall tucked behind a gas station
Held my brother
My mother
My father together
Now, all lives isolated in disarray
Symbolic forwarded message re: the official death of youthful privilege
What I make with my worth will be my own
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6. |
Hypothetical Milk Theory
00:25
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I’ve got a notice of eviction
On this edition
Subscription:
Fishin’ for submission
You’re missin’ the pig skin
Of your pigment
The ligament is shaky
They take me
All hand-outs, no maybes
Most normal
White typhoid turtle hurtled and curdled
The pitter-patter peacefully puddled
And the tie dye night sky sight pie
Pimp limped it’s drone home
Unknown in gnome chrome
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7. |
Fall Remissions
00:17
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I thought about you
While sitting high on the steps
At a suburban park after a show
I thought about you
Drunk
While listening to the Menzingers
And dreamed about nothing
Fall remissions
I relapse every year
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8. |
Quaker Town
00:18
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The best years of my youth
Were spent driving high
Through the peaceful streets of my sleepy suburban Quaker town
Listening to post-hardcore with the windows down
I have now truly epitomized my youth
But the heart of that chapter is nearing it's end
My heart remains as empty as my room
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9. |
Dread Shed
00:20
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The spectre defector busted a nut in the cut hut
And draining dropping dioxide deft dwellers
Synthesized our sins in a Siamese sequence
But the Kingdom Kathari keeps killin' the kite knights
In bright lights that fight sights
Of everything abnormal or formal
The dorm hole is too small
To drape onto our dread shed foreheads
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10. |
Childhood Self
00:24
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Thinking back remembering all the memories you've stitched into the walls of this home
The childhood names you gave common household objects
The games you'd play with your brother
The countless nights you stared at the reflection of the street light onto the side of the wall
Placing footsteps onto the soft carpet
I'm tuning in
Hello, childhood self
I've missed you
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11. |
Degausser
00:21
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Who is to say what truly is the diverging path?
Both stretch between snow-covered maples
Sap twisted and frozen waiting helplessly for the first sign of spring
There are yellow fangs gnawing at the imagined taste of my hollowed bones
Eyes patiently gleaming outside of my frosted Canadian window
But all I can do is breathe
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12. |
Flower Petal Jib
00:17
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Spelling errors only occur in English
Your death is but two syllables
And I'm a homeless man living inside a box
See how easy it is to dream
Just follow your nose into the flower petal chain
Laced around her head like a summer crown
Gorgeous isn't she?
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13. |
The Last Cigarette
00:31
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I've written about you here countless times before
But this time was different
Listening to you open up about repressed memories
As the sound of your voice climbed and fell in peaceful lament
A constant ebb and flow of beauty
I watched your lips protrude from your face like the smooth curbs that line the sidewalk
A long sleeve crimson USC sweater coated your tanned arms
And I sat there shivering in stunned silence
"Hey, if it ever happens, let's just move past it"
I fell for you with that last cigarette
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14. |
Tunnels
00:29
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Adaptive prose
Post-articulated
Past tense winter broke your heart
As the days grew jaded
Told acquaintances
The light was too dim
Full moon sequences
Bounced back off the rim
City bus grime
Chapped lips sat riding
The holes in worn factory shoes
Kept you on the time minding
Saved all the old ticket stubs
For her as a gift
Internal warmth in the subways
Your paths would soon drift
Into the darkness
From streets up above
Cold hands in barren pockets
Kissed farewell to new love
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15. |
Next Stop Reality
00:27
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Sky breech disingenuous
Breaking records is strenuous
Bit lips. Poison is venomous
Peripheral looks from closed eyes are always contemptuous
Adventurous. Chess piece society
Hire me. Early twenties anxiety
Equality is a hypocrisy
Cuz America over-hypes individuality
Blink eyes and swallow
Who do we pray to now? Dear Apolo
Same old, same old. Wake up tomorrow
Profiteering turns Midas hearts hollow
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16. |
Pen The New Address
00:15
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One to many trips to the coffee store
Aguilar
I drowned myself in cigarettes
And watched my mother pour her eyes out on Christmas morning
The world came crashing down upon our shoulders
I pause every time I pen the new address
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17. |
Overtook My Dosage
00:16
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Overtook my dosage
Cure this hypnosis
Take a seat on the bench
Next to where the coach sits
Words misquoted
You looked who wrote it
Took a second glance
And my love exploded
Duly noted
A parchment vote and
I nibbled at the bit
Until we both corroded
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18. |
Casket Rats
00:16
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Can I get a piece of that?
Ghost lips relapse
Caricature horse
In the back of a Porsche
I'm depressedly drunk
A lifelong slump
Spent hiding in the bushes
Wazzzzup!
Cock slapped as a midnight snack
Fictitious fact casket rats
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19. |
Lunch Lines
00:39
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Lunch lines
Excitingly texting friends about their semester schedules
Smoking joints in the nature park on Friday nights
Before driving to the football game
To sit blown in the student section
Pool parties with ASB kids
And all their artsy pretentions
Making out in the back seat of a car
At an elementary school parking lot
With the girl your friend would one day call his
Uptown movies
Walks to the yogurt store
And skirting sheepishly around family parties
Weekday swim practice
And fantasizing about the pretty girl in US History
Drunk parties and NOZ tanks
Black cat on the front porch on a November night
I threw up in a trashcan
And slept 'til noon
The sun has set but there's a high school moon
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20. |
Sinister Marketing
00:09
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I made my bed in the dark
As you stabbed at my heart
And target marketed children
For small hazards and choking parts
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21. |
Loma
00:10
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Her smoothest lines
Are cliche quotes from movies I've already seen
But it still doesn't help the fact
That I can't afford the air I breathe
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22. |
Tartare
00:24
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I jacked off to gay poetry
It's a part of me
The heart is free
Locked away in an unused state
My mind's irate
I can't relate
To the walls people build up rough
Enough's not enough
Look me in the eye and call my bluff
And see what I'm still hiding
Time's winding truth's binding
I'm burying answers others are still finding
Still I lack the passion
Travelling in nomadic fashion
She was the bowl I dumped my ash in
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23. |
Osprey
00:16
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Cast my soul into oblivion
Cold coal
For I am the osprey gazing out
Across the rocks
Wishing for a penny to drop down
Into my well
Youthful yearning
Flourishing so bright
But into nothing
We are not who we tell ourselves to be
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24. |
K (Haiku)
00:07
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Told her I was sick
She pressed her lips to the pipe
A college romance
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25. |
Tree City
00:22
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I broke bread with the mess you created
Heather pattern melted facial sunset jaded
Swept the floors til dawn broke through
Pill swallowed dirt like it was nothing new
Arrested thoughts from a pen gone dry
Stole body heat from beneath drunken skies
I looked up; swollen teeth and stress gone tensile
And watched the trees shroud your body like a vicarious stencil
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26. |
Sad Why Pt. II
00:17
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We used to lay on my bed
And play board games
No love stains
You liked when I played Toh Kay
On those summer days
Your cousin came over before your aunt passed away
That time we took a photo on the street drunk with José
But I still blame myself for letting you get away
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27. |
Loneliness Is My Godsend
00:19
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I gave her the first taste
My drunk disgrace
Yesterday she asked to take another place
In my bed
But I said
These thoughts have pulsed through my head
And with convictions concluded
Through which clarity protruded
I put your urges on mute and
I'll swim to the deep end
Cuz that's where I feel most comfortable
Loneliness is my godsend
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28. |
Pan Dulce
00:16
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Snapchats left unopened from the brunette with brown eyes
Like faucets running in empty sinks
My love is draining from within me
I wilt before her vacant gaze
With no sign of remorse
I reflect back my own image
But it is not myself whom I desire
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29. |
Sun West
00:16
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Illustrated
Colored in yellow lines
With a familiar smile
And the taste of pure love
Under an open breath
Of familiarity
We watched them
Hover above the lakeside
Whispering dreams
Into the other's ear
On a quiet summer afternoon
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30. |
Lost Town
00:25
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This town is a hollow shell
Time did tell
Now my memories grow stagnant in the well
No connections with old circles I used to run in
I guess home's no longer where the fun is
And it's such a shame
To watch you play that game
Bikini season selfies to prove you're a shapely dame
Fuckboy lames, they can't see through the haze
My homies pack bowls like an elaborate maze
It's a labyrinth of sorts in this summer phase
But I refuse to pass the time here and waste my days
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31. |
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Sitting in my car
Perched on a tranquil hill
Outside of the pink apartment complex
I'm waiting for a stranger to walk out of
So he can sell me his sunglasses
I stare at an old man
He opens the sliding gate
With the electronic remote stashed inside his car
He parks and opens the door
Sporting baggy green pants reminiscent of a generation past
His back curved and head low
He slowly trudges to the mailbox
Searching for letters from childhood friends he met in the 40s
Or postcards from his grandchildren
All the while longing for a time back when his body espoused youth
His smile was crisp
His skin golden
A charming American smile
That he used to flash at the girls on the beach
Wearing their colorful summer dresses
His sexual appetite never waned
As his body crumbled
The man selling me his glasses comes out to the car
He's African American
We embrace with the affectionate greeting
Learned in public school
Loose handshake, turned sideways
And then pull in close for a casual hug between strangers
He tells me treat them with respect
I promise I will and pay him his money
They don't fit my face well
I drive down the hill and find a parking spot in a strip mall
Where I would finish this poem
I watch as a man semi-aggressively forces an attractive pregnant woman out of the driver's seat of her car
He attempts to parallel park on the street adjacent to me
But bumps into the car behind him
I hear the crunch of the front bumper
And watch with eager eyes
He takes a moment before reconsidering
And drives back up the hill
As the sun dips behind the palm trees
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32. |
Butter Socks
00:13
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Butter socks
Knocks twice
For thrice rice
With mice ice
Christ,
Spoon fed
Brain dead
She said, he said
Basement of bio med
Keyed car
That got far
Stoner bar
Hard 'R'
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33. |
Kinsella Come Save Me
00:12
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My heart!
A top!
Spin it at oncoming traffic!
My pet Jack's jet pack
Malfunctioned
And now I'm stuck here
High as noon
Kinsella come save me
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34. |
Butterfly
00:13
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Perfection all the way down
Her love is my loose end
A butterfly in a jar
Never aging
But yet I don't have the hands
To hold her
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35. |
Ashgoth
00:20
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Turning the calendar as the mirror's neutral stare
Counts days while the youth slowly drains from my face
I've been present among ghosts
Shadows casting their shapes along empty hallway walls
I would befriend them if I had the time
I didn't know this life was mine
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36. |
Rumi Oak Tree
00:26
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If you invest so much time into people you deem worthless
Why do you refuse to invest time in yourself?
You are your own Oak tree
Growing tall amongst the grass
A human whisper carefully placed within the universe
Let tired worries go and carry out your heart beat
No one bars entrance to the path but yourself
Fulfillment is its own reward
And it is just around the corner
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37. |
Strange Man
00:19
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Strange man, dark and brooding
Too many late night hours spent piano tuning
The Bella Donna's late in her calculated sleuthing
The name was unlisted during diligent phone boothing
Self-loathing, it could only get one so far
A tasteless drop of poison at the neighborhood bar
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38. |
Prawn vs Kingfisher
00:27
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I drove the September shade kissed roads
And played my way through Such Gold's lengthy hidden discography
As is the Autumn tradition when visiting my suburban hometown
The dog rests beneath the front porch
As I reflect back on navigational methods used to meander through Uptown's serenity
Drifting past streets that seem to be lined with only Italian restaurants and barber shops
I made my way to the house we sold
I can never sit on those steps again
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39. |
Wild Card
00:21
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The mild pusocto
Got copped with the glock so
Hard radiating like shards
Of shredded Christmas cards
Over the kitchen table
This isn't a fable
My mind is willing but the body ain't able
To scrape you for the spot where you sit
Take a bite of that katkit
I ain't no dimwit
Fit off the lit I spit
From mitt to pit
The ball was hit
Go get it
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40. |
Aspen
00:22
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Psychedelic jazz on the Aspen tree
Took a tab of that rock stuff
Too stoned to fondue the moon
Or jump back flips
Dissected intelligence
Carved from subterranean bushery
Orange bubbles that serve as clocks
Subtract mathematics and reduce time
It's the only way to visualize straight
Crafted anew, we begin to escape
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41. |
Octobers in San Diego
00:27
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Front yard yoga mats
Nestled behind the broken rope swing
With a cat who saunters amidst plants
Reflecting self-perceived affluence
With just the flick of his tail
He knows he's rich
But it's this sleepy suburban beach community
An old money cove
Where I smoke this pipe
The size of my thumb
Opposite two kindred souls
And think of how I'll miss the Octobers in San Diego
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