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The Master
03:40
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So we lit lamps
A dancing masquerade
The superior light
For flakes of falling wet snow
On our faces and in our hair
The coldest story ever told
The warmest smile you ever wore
It’s not love unless you choke
On every word I ever spoke
Reach out your arms and let it bend
Around the headrest and then
Let it land atop my attic
Full of pomade and prayers
Eccentric as I am
Unconsciously aware
Like a Lord I will watch from above
My capacity for living
Counting flowers on the rug
Let me cultivate an itch
Strip the walls and paint your face
A torment we both despise
You dropped your hands
I dropped my eyes
I was never truly meant for this
What a wretched busyness
I’d rather die a hundred times
Add eight more (to no surprise!)
Janus, hold the gate
I do not trust his double face
Never took you for a coward
Always read you as slave
I left civilization
For barbarism
I took the key from his right hand
And put it in my teeth and felt around
In the dark for the door
Until I felt the frame enter my hand
Hot from the heat of what lay behind
Like a Lord I will watch from above
My capacity for living
Counting flowers on the rug
Let me cultivate an itch
Strip the walls and paint your face
A torment we both despise
You dropped your hands
I dropped my eyes
I was never truly meant for this
What a wretched busyness
I’d rather die a hundred times
Add eight more (to no surprise!)
Janus, hold the gate
I do not trust his double face
Never took you for a coward
Always read you as slave
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2. |
The Mail
04:08
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Say hostage one more time
And I’ll turn this truck around
Until you reconcile
The sharp black of tonight
Under galloping foot
You asked me to this
And I merely obliged
Clutching a lilac envelope
A floral stamp and a lumped up throat
Water mirage
Gasoline
Aspirin
Lateral movement
Congealing horizon
Temper temper
It’s too revealing
A garrulous girl
On an unbleached evening
It’ll cost you about a buck to find out
Stealthily folding on finger down
Street cleaner
Meter reader
Post-man and woman
We’re out to deliver
The letter is heavy
And the package is yours
I can smell the curves
Of the words and roads
My body rights itself
My words they write themselves
In a most remarkable and rebellious stance
Like telling time without seeing the hands
Say “love you” one more time
And I’ll tear this letter up
And set the pages on fire
Hell is for horses who sleep in the shade
It’s by breathlessness that you can be made
How many ways can I fold you up?
Origami
Don’t try to stop me
I wanted to tell you but I never could tell
So I send my songs out through the mail
On and on and on I reckon
All the times I tried to say this
All the ways I tried to play this
Broken blooms and fading fragrance
Dresses strung with hopeful laces
Don’t forget to tell the waitress
She would never ‘ere betray us
Sweet and low I’m bowing out
On and on and on my treatise
Until the sky returns for vengeance
Trust the mail it’s never failed us
Sweet and low I’m bowing out
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