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marescape
02:18
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up on the roof we were nearly
visible to helicopters
when i look out over downtown
i understand helicopters'
space in relief-painted letters
bleachy white wind-tattered faces
leveled out time set in flat plots
pulled from the floor into order
pull yourself away and be master of all you survey
carpeted steps in the stairwell
wet footprints fade by the landing
we only let ourselves think
we are the ones who replace things
i am from time and it's early
12:49 on a sunday
my life is dumb i'm a dumb boy
this simple truth will belong here
let's go to the park let's go watch the blinding clouds be what they are
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2. |
to dream of plant
02:22
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trace my way by memory to my machine
out pours coffee fresh as mud and cools my tongue
and that's the last of it
like the alley's fetid breath thru the window
could it all be simple as it doesn't seem
not to feel like anyone you would want
but that's not the half of it
little thing regal thing
dense against bigger thing
can you taste dinner on dirty glass?
my right leg shakes in a manner all its own
my strong voice breaks like it's on the radio
and that's the last of it
the vegetable withers in the fridge
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3. |
the veldt
01:47
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stood by the window
open in winter
your breath like eye drops as
we danced the fridge loose
shapely as shadows
words fall from my teeth
our friends are near us but
grow flat and prideful
jar full of cinders
empty on the sill
new patch of light on the
swept kitchen tile
it seems more healthy
not to throw parties
it seems more healthy to
get out of the house
afternoon is open wide
horizontal in the sunlight
plans are formed and ignored to make breakfast
in the whirr of weekend sleep
i can dream of being younger
to forget is a state of sharp focus
a bright white light in the bathroom
i'm a seed fell from a tree
grown to build a great big sail
i descend just the way i'd imagined
patient as a whirligig
over not above the ground
traded choice in exchange for perspective
and took the risk of beholding
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your mistress of apples hands you the knife
your choice is whether to live or survive
clever corner towers with slender spires
crooked frames in hiding between black wires
shiver at the beads crawling thru your wounds
kiss your sword for moisture this cloudbreak thru
traffic halos round the fox in the fog
ghostless curtains rustle and draw you out
breathe after me so i know you're not surprised
when i meet you in the street where the meeting is so nice
and i ate before i came so i am swimming in this light
as i sing to the dogs and teach the birds to befriend mice
this is real rain, fingerlike
breathe to your left cause i'm walking on your right
there's a man in the street and i'm scared he wants to fight
if we walk straight ahead and keep our nostrils folded tight...
your distrust of weather hands you a life
your choice is whether to live or survive
something in your pocket begins to shine
life is not the tyranny of punchlines
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5. |
footfall
02:28
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i love you more each hour as long as the days of these months
i could be brave if only i were healthy rested and strong
i have not once felt comfortable falling asleep in a chair
but we will read on by sunlight and keep our warren for rabbits
we will eat bread drink coffee and set our trap for the morning
i will sit still and promise myself i'll hate california
i dreamed our walls looked infinite papered over with pushpins
i need my friends like seats on the bus at 2 in the morning
i could be someone other than whomever i've been lately
everything's up to simply inventing another reason
i am assured whenever i die i'll be well-remembered
but how is it not important to do everything the right way?
shattered on the bedroom floor
glass of water warm with salt
berry bowers in relief
the house sleeps on
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6. |
mice in movies
03:29
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the mouse
that crawled across
the kitchen floor
must be blind
he's not
articulate
or graceful as in
a film
i must
not look so tall
across the fathoms
of tile
if he
could hear me breathe
would he raise his nose
to me?
my friend mouse friend
growing big on barefoot sweepings
what else could he be eating?
he wandered out from under the fridge
giggling just like a child
what else could he be watching?
an accidental offering of broccoli upon the floor
has escaped his attention
what else could he be wanting?
he disappeared under the fridge
and we haven't seen him again
where else could he be going?
you are
full of my ghost
to feel so alone
with me
could i
keep you a home
in a jar below
the stove?
friendship is
simple
one waits one
welcomed
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7. |
desperation creeps
01:32
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wee hours with the tree
eschatology
runt
with a purple fist
robot to my east
dream my dream to me
dust
love his crevices
call my ghostly friends
let the right ghosts in
the world can end again
blew a bubble stepped inside
mirrored corners bent my spine
war's on magic versus man's
purblind proffered falling hand
wee hours with the tree
eschatology
rust
creeping from the mist
rising from the street
as nightmare city sleeps
rust
on the tongues of kids
carried on the breeze
hardened in the sea
ghosts of enmity
the desperation creeps
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ancestral
01:56
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like a wheel i roll over stones and grow teeth
sweep the treasure that lined the pockets of dull ghosts
once i was like the patient creatures on the eaves
til i felt the horizon flatten at my step
at the edge of the continent
i found the grave of an alien
i made my home in it
my friends can climb the tree at the top of it
the snow fell on top of it
until it lapped the lips over the riverbed
the water flowed to it
until it slept thru the trees that grew in it
perched atop my cornice now i watch them appear
lick my lips like i am a sneaker in the snow
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spider's nest
02:46
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if i ever try i'll remember you
cause even once we fled the aisles
you still could feel your heart crack up
to hear me crying across those stairs
and that dread mirage of footsteps hangs
in all dead space like on our tapes
so hungry for light i remember then
we had you dancing dancing in your sleep
my snide smugness is so complete
that to move unseen i'll say thanks and please
now i've reduced craving to urge
i find myself missing them both
and i thought this time walking west on pine
that i'll never escape the northeast that i'm stuck with this climate
with the sun beneath i cross the street
the horizon pivots i disappear
now i see myself in the tumult of my environment
and your face darkens with fresh blood
some things i've seen i'll never know
cause language forms habits of thought
like every pet i've ever had
laid down and died when i wasn't home
but that nightmare makes so much more sense
now that i know what happened then
where was there to walk away to
that wouldn't lead to a spider's nest?
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metronom
02:30
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morning sun on paving stones
pinprick glitter thru the fog
pockets full of empty hands
posture slowly bleeding out
of my cheeks
now it's dead
my public dream
night falls even underground
underneath the empty schools
stiff white lights stare into space
glyphic heart and runic face
he is me
now it's mine
his cartoon distress
the unit of life's activity is the day
but the unit of experience is the week
and memory to this measurement
is the observable universe to a mile
hum and tap the banister
shadows cast in murmured spells
nerves will rust straight thru the skin
escalator isn't fixed
balconies and awnings loom
brise soleil over the street
screaming in the drowning shade
this looks like
curtains from the cheap seats
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BOY FRIENDS Montreal, Québec
formerly THE THIS MANY BOYFRIENDS CLUB
you can find our old music at thismanyboyfriendsclub.bandcamp.com
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