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waiting for a bell
03:28
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stir and untangle head lifting hot salty nose pouring to pillow
memories plans and fear start up immediately like
compulsive cars on a track
peel paws from bottle neck
latch on to whatever close foot in mouth and roll around
waiting for a bell
waiting for a bell
waiting for a bell to interrupt me
last night this morning while back pedalling i'll cut my calf
on a disk like a dinner plate
all the muscles and tendons reinterpret the hold they had
on my one lucky bone
the whole body's an elaborate set of wet souvenirs
propped up on a sill waiting for a bell
drying up under the gaze of passerby
waiting for a bell
waiting for a bell
waiting for a bell to come and fuck/interrupt me
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dead daylight
01:02
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worthy
04:49
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i'm not a poet i got that literal speak
my message aint cryptic i'm inconsistent week to week
my body knows it when something isn't safe
therefore i knows it even when i can't see straight
my belly is round and its soft and it always will be
i need help getting off when i'm alone my brain won't break
just cuz we fuck a lot
don't mean we ask for it
i'm worthy we're worthy
i'm worthy we're worthy
when i say i'm tired its not that i'm sleepy
its being worn out from making sense of why theres all this hurting
i got ideas they're big and they're brave-y
collaborate with me o! thats what sustains me
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pack up & run
04:20
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you're all dimensions angles and light with your olive oil shotglass
medicine tonight
its kickinghorse time tiles on the floor reminiscent of bored games
played them before
sometimes the shapes that i make with my tongue they remind you of snakes and you pack up and run
you take my clothes of your body is bare standing up by the window
with the smoke in your hair
so peel off the work day scrub at the grease or just leave it and anoint me
leave it rub herbs into me
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caro
05:52
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i can't write out this poem
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blue jeans (4am cover)
04:03
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in the morning
04:11
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lady you are loved by somebody i know
i make my bread in the morning
and i can't tell if you move fast or slow
try to make my bed in the morning
the road is raw and i done fell
i make amends in the morning
won't a fever come and break my spell
i wish it dead in the morning
imposing on the men i take
we fuck to leave in the morning
yes i use flesh to carry me to sleep
damn me to hell in the morning
one piece of pie one glass of milk
there's normalcy in the morning
a vacant space no spots to fill
i check the gate in the morning
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you're honey i'm bread
03:45
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you leave town so frequently that i can't follow
i don't pine but i do wonder when you come home
how we'll feel for one another
i miss your apartment its smaller than mine its quiet except those big trucks groan past a dawn
i can't help it but think about the women you've been with before me
taking it day by day but i know someday we'll be gone
from each others hearts
i've been laundering all your things of lace and they're covered in mould it seems
waiting to send them on a greyhound bus to get to vancouver i'll get to vancouver
well i got another honey on the internet writing to me
and we
i got another honey lives up north in the city
and we
i got another honey and she makes fig jam makes me coffee
you're my honey and i'm like bread in the morning
you're like honey and i'm like bread in the morning
you're like
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