and the rust and the rain

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ranks broke still trying to forget
posed snaps badly taken melt
the word’s out and nothing to contradict
keep cycling the more it’s gonna stick

you know that somehow
in some ways it keeps going on
and the rust and the rain

tide floats even a sinking ship
your iron sides and salt get in the mix
radiation your bones begin to shift
consultants, the slow pitch and the fix

all piled up and ready
you know it took some time but
now it’s ready to fall

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nero’s prospect

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push and shove, endless crowd
set the think tank much too loud
boyish scout, between north and south
you’re digging a hole where you can’t grow out
geneva snow, sambucca slow
you tease the fringes of a standing row

polling booth, ballot box
slippery fingers, crystal patterns on your palm
trick cards burn
a dozen blisters on your arm

swollen legs, bingo pegs
meandering from stage to stage
pacific prospects on your mind
a segue move to the sublime
or is it just sharpen blind
eyes on a punctuated line

bullet-proof investment crop
your chicken feet, serenity that’s all
modern being
on forensic drugs
you take it easy
while you stick your tongue in blood
banners turn

the tiny little monarch lost his herd

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the list is long

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one by one you’re taking down
i hear you out, i watch you count
save a bit, might serve you well
forgot too soon, it’s hard to tell
the list is long
now pick and bite

no undergo
the slewing rate
you say the days are coming
of elegant solutions in the air
but it goes on
and every time you think it won’t, you’re wrong

overload, a broken road
a drunken shout, it finds you out
the napkin plan, the sleight of hands
the seed is sown but never grown
the list is long and slowly grows

you see you had it coming
ambition crashed into your fleeting will
and bitten tongue
and if it hasn’t yet, it won’t take long

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astern the curtains

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astern the curtains down the floor
faded by the sun the governance of your
items draw guidelines how it’s supposed to be
but you’re not there

you’re somewhere
I’m dreaming since
mono sighs from broken lids
dragon blood and windmills
cut corners cornfield
handpuppets turn the inside out
shut doors open

small crimes (now flame out/ don’t talk about/ it’s an endless curve)
for the little child (we’re not falling out)
’cause mother isn’t watching

astern the curtains down the floor
faded by the sun the governance of your
items draw guidelines how it’s supposed to be
but you’re not there

you’re somewhere
I’m dreaming since
meeting thumbs in Vincent’s ear
a patio of shades they look like spies
everything falls out the pale blue sky
a burnt branch looks like a lance
once in the saddle there’s no defense

the windmills draw your lines
are you picking sides
can you find a way to see what’s written in your eyes

are you still seeking a sign?
the setting sun’s left you blind
are you blazing a trail that keeps you from looking behind?

it’s pulling strong
horizon’s gone
but you say what you say won’t amount to nothing
so you save what you save

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down to the sea

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every day he goes down to the sea
counting waves while he sits there and breathes
worms in a bucket going dry in the sun
just like a statue he ignores everyone
looks like he’s waiting for a wind or a breeze
to take his shadow like a leaf from a tree
is that why he’s smiling at the fish swimming free
every day when he goes down to the sea

i’m drifting away
like a kite cut loose but it’s hard to say
not getting any better not getting any worse
same rhythm but a different verse
i roll like a wave
i splash on the shore then i seep away
like a letter no address that keeps coming back
again and again and

he used to drive with his foot to the floor
and leave his coat on as he walked through the door
no idea what he was racing to see
but always waiting was the old enemy
every day he goes down to the sea
counting waves while he sits there and breathes
worms in a bucket going dry in the sun
just like a statue he ignores everyone

’cause i’m already there
it could be anywhere
you find it where you find it
nothing more you say

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close the lid on

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once you close the lid on
the colours learn to fly
limbs are numb and asking
set the sails
set the sails
set the sails
afire

it’s time to set the sails
afire
you stumble again
the beaten wings, the tiny springs
spill over
it’s not over

you see the wave’s and tide’s high
the swell’s peaking but you ride high
saying so long
’cause the day’s coming

sea sick and you’re salt bit
no rest, an even split
but the day’s long and the song’s strumming

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hightowers

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dreams of leaving punish me
it’s abstract to eternity
i turn and face the music now
i’m on my way
time’s right but the money’s tight
pack your bags it’s fight or flight
i remember the night that half your face
burnt in the sun

i saw your face
against the glass
and i was bouncing off the streets
got all my sorrows saturated
i’m that antenna
keep me running, keep me walking, keep me scanning
all the time

taking the michael for a walk
the plank is long my sight is short
the captain wants to finish me on the way home
you play me like a one armed bandit
i take you on to lose and i
see the carp in you all the day

I saw your face…

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