1. |
Via Negativa
02:54
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For we are the beloveds
and we have been instructed to call this his love
his love, his love
But who is he, and what is love?
Could I get closer by knowing what
love is not?
What love is not, is not
Via negativa
Via negativa
If I am a beloved
I am instructed to know this curse put on me
Curse put on me
So since love wasn’t at the end
of trips to strange places
then it wasn’t at the end of songs
that made me feel bad
It wasn’t at the side show
on the thighs of the cobra-headed woman
It wasn’t pink pink pink pink
It wasn’t even purple
No majesty ablaze
Not even a single proper flame
But I wanted flames
For my future to star in a lascivious soap opera
cast by the medium in its commercials
To clank my mind-bent spoon with yours
To shock upon contact and die
To be reborn as the answer to your pain
But this love isn’t answers
This love is barely at all what you want it to be
Negativa
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2. |
This Sorry Day
04:04
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While you were out I caved
to my kitty instinct
Turned my computer on
Obeyed for nothing
Learned to love for nothing
Animal memory made a dream of you
as I licked myself devoid of meaning
Particulars only, my head
this rectangular black hole
a headstone to crack this egg on
Whites of neglect, centers of phone charger heat
Pretending to cook
Pretending to eat
What would you do if you too believed
in 24 hours it just goes away?
Devoid of
I’ve benefited from
the tragedies of my mom’s generation
Erasure nation as compensation
lends itself to me
lends itself to commentary
lends itself to
lends itself to me, makes me want to laugh at me
makes me want to look at me
makes me want to touch me
and touch me and touch me
and touch me and touch me
I wonder when you’re coming home
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3. |
To Kill a Buzzard
06:04
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To kill a buzzard–is it a score
for your heaven or hell basket?
Only catch, never release
He didn’t steal nothing
Doesn’t matter birdie didn’t sing like you liked
Must’ve forgot here it’s
shoot or be shot
Hope is spelled in an archaic hand
Divine it to me and I’ll
relay it to this land
Does it translate? Does it compute?
Ask the buzzard, where’s the proof, where’s the proof?
Mid-flight runner, by a different name
any different place you’d soar like the honeyhawk
Never to choose to disobey the rule
of when you hear the click, stop-
when you hear the click
Trophy kill or carrion,
happened to be you they picked to glue their fear on
No one more scared than the vigilante
and no one more wrong
Pin the tall tales on the kills of the summer
Spread mount, frame, and lock them in the cupboards
Do you sleep better little gunner
like with a fake dream catcher
above your headboard?
It only takes two finches to make a charm
is how I sleep instead
but in your bed you rest right through it
Here revulsion is a feeling that doesn’t apply
In a southern dream
In a southern dream
What happened to this land’s fertility?
Its womb’s trademark hospitality?
Are we better known for our balms
and elixirs, saps, molasses,
sassafras, tall grasses
or the snake in the crop?
The food in our trough
is the word around my town
quoth, “it’s safe in the south”
Same neck of the woods
but a different plot
Georgia borders, ancestral hoarders
Can’t you spot the specter dimly
In the corner?
Chanting at its deafness,
history’s defect. Mine,
the faith that if I carry her to term
she will deliver me in return
But I was reared here
I was reared here
I was reared here
I was reared here
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4. |
Mango
03:50
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Name one bad mango flavored thing
I think, vitamins, tobacco
and the sticky fingers of childrens hands
I spend the morning following good advice
collecting bits of orange desire
The squishy in my purse throws off my scowl
but no one will see this pretty leaky clementine
Is sweetness proof enough
to keep having babies?
Sweetness?
Then I got your note
You said you prayed I lived a thousand years
and that you hoped I’d suffer it alone
Abort my kids, they’d only hold me back
Thanks for looking out for me
Hadn’t it been for your honey-reddened failures
I’d still be ironing out my moral code, not
conceiving made up children to replace and defeat you
with such sweet revelating gladness
I am not the bad guy
Sweetness, sweetness
The apocalypse and its
opposite will both be orange
Why not see it for ourselves?
What’s the point of easter eggs
if nobody finds them? What else
did you learn in church today,
Sweetness?
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5. |
Attachment Figure
04:49
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The community roses like a prayer for
collective consciousness attempt to will
what happens here to be remembered well
like each night that dad blacked out
but the photos that prove we were happy
and each teacher’s invitation
but sent with purest intentions
and each red room with him
another chance to feel like less of an orphan
A moment to cherish, or another dried bud
upon the worn altar of the power of positive thinking?
Is this a position to be choosy?
I’ll lose them all anyway
So, on I mend his failures
to his failures
Made a monster the town mob intends to ignite
but, Lux Paterna, it’s so warm in the torchlight
so it’s too early for that now
Looking like jokers, touch all over
We need it but it’s not right
Those are the lines and these are our
little star cardboard costumes
And, oh, to be cast after
being shoved upon and shoved away
Strung us up high, nobody taught
you to hear what was said sotto voce
but it was too early for that
And I’d like to move on, so I’ll just say it once
Why does it seem like the right thing to do
is never up to the grown-up?
And all the real orphans forgiving
being deemed irrecoverable
Always the fear of demeaning the homeland
Look up–you’re someone’s benefit of the doubt
Not trying to earn it is all roses cut down
And it’s too early for that now
It’s too early for that now
It’s too early for that now
It’s too early for that now
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6. |
Gray Apples
03:38
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To walk around the graveyard
it matters where you’re standing
I’m here to find the spirit
the week before halloween
To find the understanding
like the witches in the movie
I have a piece of rotten fruit
How much does that buy me?
Ding dong
Gray apples all collapse against themselves
Peeled against the marble, peels, collapses
in the ground and peels again
What’s there to learn from those
who’ve known the end?
One gravestone reads Tommy
I lie down on top of Tommy
Same only in the sinking
Felled by the same bell’s ring
There goes Tommy
Goes Bessie
There goes Mary
Ding dong
Sprained leaves absorb and stain the doubly-dead
but it is here that I have made a friend
The Holy Comforter–indifference
This quiet ground, deaf in the face of spirit
Lo, as above so below
Lo, as above so below
Lo, as above so below
Below
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7. |
Fear is the Mistake
04:53
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Stop looking, why can’t you be
just another one of my siblings of disaster?
Dishevelment as cuteness is lost on you
so what’s left is nothing, so why
though it’s working, are you imploring me to see
that we live alone, live alone
Live alone, live alone
Fine, I can accept but I cannot embrace the
falling asleep into you instead of into me
I lose in twos, I lose in twos, I lose in twos
I dreamt that we were two banana slugs
and I dreamt that you pumped all the water out of my body
and I dreamt I that I had intelligent things to say
and I resent you for getting used to you
listening to me now and it’s scary
You rub off on me, you rub off on me
You rub off on me then you run off on me
When I look for and cry for and cannot find
annihilating bliss you tell me fear is the mistake
How to believe you
when we live alone,
live alone?
We live alone
live alone
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8. |
Knowing Thyselves
03:58
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Did I really make it out alive
fair and square or did I cheat again?
Have I found yet another driver
like some video game to help me hide somewhere?
There’s a split in my screen
Till now they’d only have me
once my glass skin took up the whole frame
Cashing in on my M.O.
peep show in each cathode no reason
to change and then you joined the game
Now I don’t want to play anymore
I don’t
Did I really make you fall for me
fair and square or did I lie again?
Do you think when I teleported
from bad to good all my parts
landed back in their right place?
Mitosis infinitum, I can’t tell which
me to love or which me loves you
Knowing thyselves, if to play at this
inconclusive reckoning forever is to win
Then I don’t want to play anymore,
I don’t
No, I don’t want to play anymore
I don’t
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9. |
La Pascualita
05:13
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Would I rather be La Pascualita?
Embalmed bride of Chihuahua
Ninety years on display
and stunning as a dummy is still
Undying angel, caught before
her beauty turned like every angel
In life, no one ignored her
now in death no one ever will
Her visitors now are the kind who prefer
a pretty thing dead to be able to see it up close
I’d have been the corpse you could behold
to keep feeling like I was why beauty was born
Yes, but if I were beauty,
unbodied, disinterested sweetness herself
I’d say get over yourself, grieve later
but first put me down
It must be a mistake every time beauty
takes our little shape, turning Pascualitas
into dolls into lonely men’s darlings
If beauty’d stayed put as a plum, at whose
worthier grave would we all be fawning?
Little haunted burial ground
will not bring my beauty back around
Where will I bury her now?
He would have left with a bang
once my beauty left with a bang
How else would a celebrity go?
But I wouldn’t have cried, the price of
regard is to keep a straight face
That waxy contraption–was it always
just ice on the mountain?
I should let it dry in the sun, but just one more
dance then I’ll be done
People say if it dies then it wasn’t
beautiful in the first place but
I was oh, it was
Oh, I was
Oh, it was
Promise you’ll come back reborn a stone
Make it something no one can hold
I free you to solve bigger problems
Now that you’re gone, what are bigger problems?
I melt the gelid offering down,
let it soak and look around
What will I grieve over now?
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10. |
A Fortune
05:56
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This time it really vanished
My navel
It was used to my gazing
like candied nectarine in a bowl
What made me the woman I am today
if not denial?
If all sins are attempts to fill voids
I intended to keep mine
What starving brought transmutable states
I practiced to exit mine
But now you’re in the other room
so I don’t think that will do
This time it really vanished
My door
Flooded with luck
Tattered on the banks
thus rendered premortal
slick black and green
Good, all the body ever does is compel you
The body compels you
But I still got my bellow, my-hard oaken bellow
pumping ‘neath the camel hair skirts of the
dervishes whirling all around my heart
Five flaming planets orbit around our maypole
If you’re a praying mantis
I’m a mayfly after the thunderstorm
No mark where I was born
If all sins are attempts to fill voids
you sinned by snuffing out mine
Your mantis gift, a head to devour
suspended waits to eat mine
Two points no line
We are dead and alive
We are dead and alive
Dead and alive
Dead and alive
But to know it cost a fortune
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