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Penny Is a Bad Pick
I cut him open and he bled like a dog
He begged like one too
He said I hardly had a father to love
And I didn't ask how he knew
Give me a second to learn all the ropes
And get your blood all in the burns
There's these books in the hall with no covers
And there's these dogs in the herds
So where's the harm in the words
And the boys in the shirts
That the dead end dogs wear to work?
Ava's got these pupils about as big as the world
And I hope to have them soon
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She phrased the question like he was the whore
Her flag was hung, purple and grey
But sometimes even the bible does lie
And there's nothing his bible didn't say
You'll watch those button eyes yearn for the stars
Separate the culled from the drowned
And all the bodies come for us by the end
And I can see it all sliding back now
You're one of them politics dogs
Who bleeds on his teeth a lot
What a grim life we'll lead
Since we can't live at all
And this won't be sticking around
I can't let this be sticking around
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Branca
Son of a psych, siren of signs
7 seconds old when you made your wish in rye
Christmas under southern sky
A memphis gift of karmic debt
Daughter divine, you're punching your time
Breathing teenage air's like chewing rinds
Blessed bloodlines let you down
Your footnote of a youth half bled
Call of a sam, i've got mail for you
In your back pocket
Sum of your parts, i got words for two
Reservation reservoir
Vivienne Dick, waiting for it
For that perfect frame of the No-Wave bitch
keep your Lydia down tonight
They're crashing waves that don't exist
Fishbowls brick, the boots don't stick
To the floors for the CBGB chicks
You're a life defying little death
you keep your stories in your eyes
Call of a sam, i've got mail for you
In your back pocket
Sum of your parts, i got words for two
Reservation reservoir
He's got a skinny little waist
He's a redhead straight
He's an ayahuasca refugee
He's never known God
And his prey's all shot
And he's begging to be free
But something's nothing's are never quite right
...
Maybe one year I'll
Make it through winter
Without a rope around my neck
But I don't think
My lucky break
Is here just yet
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Seer Sated
Churns of the street like how our skin unravels, voyeurs perched on a taxi rank drooling on themselves throwing rocks at the elephant they keep in the backroom. We still can't see anything behind those glass eyes. Headless foxes coming around on some opinions of bends, a bloody tent post slithered down the inner leg of your darling; This heat is palpable on the side of a desert road. you've got a bride for the summer and a non-violent death wish. Both of these things are of such socially acceptable magnitudes. Corpses of the wasteland are as barren as said wasteland; Vegas is cow skulls and fake dollars, scattered and blistered too; This is all your own volition. Crocked crack pots serve soft souls, the city studded Monroes are nowhere to be found and the mud gets wet out in these Saharas. You talk to me like this new habit can cook and clean and I'm hooked on the fucking means.
In lieu of the death of the clothes of your back, i propose a toast and a last little stab. The bets are off, this play is for air and the confidential kremlin crawling up your spine. Your dogs come bounding out, chasing the vestiges of a long lost concierge who ran her comparability trials through the walls of the summit, repeatedly.
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Away, Out
[Coroner report comes in
Her dreams all had fingers
It's a sight for seance eyes and senescent teeth
The debutantes are prying minds
With digits dusted, dyed
Our clouds are hunched over and weak in the knees
We've gotta get something to look forward to
There's sand in my teeth
There's sand in my eyes
There's sand in my mouth]
This new world that you've mended
Is the miracle intended?
Or is your father still hanging off the back of you?
It was a clean decapitation
You're a martyr for your nation
That's only ever drawn on coffee ground maps
Bedroom debts confer behind you
And a shed is where they'll find you
Dusting off the butts of your coping fags
And with this paper perched
You won yourself a home run clerk
Who can sell you on a new world all while giving head
Women are the dances of the world
Education imagery and a hazy free will
Peace cannot be freedom, there's a ham-hock in the freezer
Just the one, just the one
So don't go dreaming it away
The duchess has a mirror
And the duke has felt no fear when
He was caught red-handed and with his pants down
To his ankles were his belt
And these ankles, well I can tell you what they felt
The heat of her cold, cold sharia frown
You'll look to them for guidance
These glass wraps, they provide us
With a prison of a prism, it keeps us sane
Just about as much as it keeps us
With our sheets better made from leaflets
The kind wherefore the jo-hos get their fame
What good's a yarn that doesn't even twirl
Unless it's golden, fair and earnest?
Rapunzel had these bruises to rectify her muses
More than once, more than once
So don't go bleeding it away
Don't go bleeding it away
You've gotta save some of your life for the rest of us
Kick it.
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