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May 26 (Prelude)
05:34
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What a thing it is to see you here
Swimming halfway over the sea
I have thought about this day and year
Oh I can see you've cut your hair
Goda tell me how will you climb up
To the tower over my mind
If your hair is shorter than it was
Oh I remember how you shined
Let us float then on our separate waves
Please don't sink with your silver crown
I am strapping up to break the day
I need you but from far away
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June 2
03:47
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Quite in the alley
They are quite, dark, and trembling
Leaving a trail
Of water and cranberries
Nailing them to trees
I never learned their word for please
The impish Kalyani
Drifting through the household
Sweeping the tiles
Bracelets that jingle
Like an Arctic sleigh
Watched from a thousand miles away
If I could skip this
Fretting over inches
I think I would
Holding our child
Tiny, meek, and mild
Misunderstood
Quite in the hallway
They are lighting up their candles
Leaving a trail
Taking their skirts off
Teaming up in threes
I'll disappoint them on their knees
If I could skip this
Fretting over inches
I think I would
Holding our child
Tiny, meek, and mild
Misunderstood
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3. |
June 6
04:59
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4. |
June 1
04:11
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What a life to try in dreams
When waking wakes the soaking bed
Tugging boxers to their seams
With people that you thought were dead
The power's out again, my friend
So make those noises loud again
Limp across the sallow fields
To find a joy that cannot feel
Because I will grow a beard for you
And tie you in the orchard, too
Why would all these collared boys
Believe in making love to you?
I'll turn off the screen one day
These nights will shuck and peel away
And I will fall in love with my God
And let my anger run away
Oh it's easy to forget the
Names of all the pretty spiders
Oh it's easy to forget that
I belong in yellow fires
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June 4
03:08
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Called my daddy late this evening
Breaking in my parody
Breathing has become like
Wrapping arms around sequoia trees
Glimmer sweet I tried to find you
Waiting in the misery
I will soon be less than nothing
Soft in orphan memory
Lie and say Grandfather's dying
Morning oversleeps again
Put me on a plane to see him
Though he passed when I was ten
Lie and say Grandfather's dying
Morning oversleeps again
Put me on a plane to see him
Though he passed when he was ten
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May 27
02:10
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7. |
May 30 & 31
04:26
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One day I hope to follow the sun
As it slips and falls and withers away
Purple and grey
Two boys chopping down tree after tree
They break the stems and gather their leaves
Laying them down to be burned away
And I know the names of the shepherds I meet
They sprinkle ash on the tops of their feet
Walking in pairs
The dead hang tight from the Indian palms
The idle days and translated psalms
What can I say to the mourning men?
And I braid my hair in a mirror at night
to join the crowd that has gathered to see
Losing the light
The streets here follow and flood like the sea
They'll swallow you in sandier waves
Often I wish they would swallow me
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8. |
June 3
07:11
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I have ovaries for heads
I am of two minds
I am leaving the children in a burning bus
Let me eat my mouth
If it will make me forget
The drowning horse that is wading through my chest
Here a red penis
Hangs from our dog, Poco
It is a popped red tomato boiling in my throat
Losing the weight
Arranging a marriage
My herds of goats trudge through lowly tangled power lines
Oh children I tried
To be sweet and provide
Oh children this shame
Has no language to name
Oh children I tried
To be sweet and provide
Oh children this stain
On my shirt has no name
Rubbing the cumin
The coconut jewelry
I'm stringing the laundry, the little birds will peck it till it's dry
The silence and breast
The shirt and the dress
I live in a star, the stroking lotion promise and its death
Flogging my mother
My master, my father
A cherry Life Saver, melting in the heat of my mouth
Beating my grandson
With handfuls of sweet corn
My uncle, my asthma, melting in the shoddy yellow house
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9. |
Variations on a Theme
04:18
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