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The speechless trees reach slowly up
to greet the sun and eat it up
with each green leaf
The quick feet spiders weave their screens
to retrieve victims from the breeze
and pluck their wings
And the earth doesn't scream
The earth doesn't sing
It only breathes
When deer detect danger
they dart like unguarded major league athletes
With wild dogs descending
powered by hungry stalwart will
Geese know it's time to leave and so they leave
The trees will fall asleep and lose their leaves
Geese know it's time to leave and so they leave
The trees will fall asleep and lose their leaves
You've got to leave
right now
You eat the meat of lofty dreams
but turn your teeth from you need
Discarding the days, discarding the days
Wasting the weeks, wasting the weeks
You know what you need, you know what you need
You've got to leave, you've got to leave
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Empty Space
05:01
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The porcelain doll with a baby's body
is a fallen angel of mediocrity
It watches your living room
become a catalog of heirlooms
An old oak shelf that holds its own low weight
in dust is the doll's comatose resting place
It cracks along a creeping fault
A black and white portrait of a slick-haired boy
wearing a dark and light striped shirt
shows him looking slightly up and away
and what are you holding on to?
What are you holding on to?
Nothing
Your backbone bends and shows the grandchildren
a physics demonstration of time and gravity
They watch you lower your knife
against the hooded thief of late life
Your world war hero fell and died decades ago
from an uncertain gun's blessed blow
His guts ran out and you ran away
from the reality of growing old alone
You swear you've seen a swarm of angels
dropping special invitations from above
But what's up there?
Nothing is there
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Maybe some day
every day will pass like candy
brief and sweet
and neatly dreamed
Or maybe some day
an angry boar will wait to gut you
outside your door
with a lightning sword
Do you really want to hope
against all chances of finding a rope
dangling from the sky?
Well, probably some day
you will work and rest and then say
"It's not that great
but it's still today"
No amount of want or wish will wash us
of the wanton dirt on which we walk
So go and do the things that people your age do
Notice the weather and dress accordingly
Eat a piece of candy and please put the bag down
Now go get some sleep
You will not die
You'll only lie down a while
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The Boar
03:29
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Put a foot forward
Seek the boar's fortune
that is sought by all
Its belly of bacon
a waning apple orchard
a nest of golden turds
Multiply what you had before by one hundred million
The value of the boar times one is one hundred million
And you can have it all with assertive work
Clap your anvil hands
against your abject chest
Pump some goddamn blood
Approach the near unknown
with a lightning bolt sword
Lop the head from its fibers
Multiply what you had before by one hundred billion
The value of the boar times one is one hundred billion
And you can hide it all in a lightless vault
Your family and friends will come
to view the boar but they'll want more
The neighboring towns will hunt you down
to prove the news reports
Your family and friends will come
to view the boar but they'll want more
The neighboring towns will burn yours down
and take the boar's corpse
The neighboring towns will burn yours down
and take everything
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Men on the Verge
04:39
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An average gray-skinned man in transit sits
under a luggage rack that tucks his travel bags
so as not to aggravate
His jacket is darkened with rain water marks
and his hair threads drip like cavern finger tips
guardedly extending to the ground
As his mouth avows a snoring sound
The train shoots him through a cubic loop of fog
yet the curtains on his eyes are drawn
to stifle cues from the near unknown
to screen a dream show depicting an artificial dawn
I affix the bricks of my eyesight
to his yawning maw
as dirty city water beads dribble on his lips
He does not budge, only his head rocks
forward and back with the wobbling of the track
Hunching over in the aisle
his structure slackens every mile
The train shoots him through a nihilistic mist
yet the scaffolds of his bones are gone
He won't look into the thick near unknown
His bitter brother drugs him up with whatever works
A lukewarm sun rises
over our dumb bodies
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