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e/i-nt-p/j - tacoma washington weekday club lyrics

i can’t catch my own dying breath in a jar
i’ll beat my nose bl–dy, fractals, hissing at alleyways
the bent lights and symbols, creasing, taunting the night
gurgling warmth over the brim onto his collar
bellhalt framed to tracer, a callow treatise, lie and get money
beat your brain and your brother’s to the burnt gollum
tear rickety comp-sses from the stark obolesque
direct them toward the suns beam
power turning leaps you and disappears in a fog of motion
the others watch you
you claimed to grasp him, and they claimed they didn’t
feet planted, staunch as the obolesque, and their gold arms around
as the vestibule of sin willed it to pour back to h-ll
i hammered you into the ground and saw your shadow
i’m shrinking
trimmed by the colossi to a simple bowl of water
shaped as a man was, unwilling to leave alone desire
to bite the bones of my fathers
gingham readily
take back tape and sling a hero’s eye for catastrophe
is reading me
branching b-st-rds, doing gr-ss, seamless me, m-ffled and scratching a hole in his face with pennies
it seemed like a joke to everyone, and the eternal guffaw was summoned
eloping, absorbing
retreating to wicker-men and chanting whatever we wanted
after your water breaks can i be your baby for a few hours
i saw in the focus that you were being spun
outside the flowers, and an arching aspen
circles as finished spirals in solid time
the pencil moved with your growth
the cupped hand molded you
expanded and tightened your embraces and intentional failures
and it was forgiven
the way was paved with red clay
placed by a searching woman
an effervescent finger to l!ck the frosting from
then to spread us on the bricks
dandelions bombarding the wind, and wriggling past the vein to the motive
strutting on the tracks, smoking stogies
the lizards looked to him as a nullified g*nius, hair parted at the peak
rounding past eyes, outlines of a calcifer, steel
reverberate on rail nails, inform the ferns, they’ve rooted in rocks, tumbleweeds in rust

circles as finished spirals in solid time
all i loved, i loved alone

- tacoma washington weekday club lyrics

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