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I tried hard to be good to you
i felt peace inside my head
its impossible to just be cool
please please please
don't don't don't
walk like my single hope
we closed our lips and we called it our love
we swallowed a clover made of lead
its unmanageable to just keep on living
please please please
don't don't don't
walk like my single hope
i can only say it
so many times
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Should i treasure the red
or treasure the light
the bitter juniper is still food
pull down your pants by the shi'ites
tire my tounge over your gums
oh honey bee
buzz upon me
slip me a note
oh God, what a donkey
it smells like Fallujah
a hammock rod
this shirt clings like dander
this kiss scrapes like rust
tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt
tiny purring sounds rising like a pike
stabbing my hand a sailor
this last night of ours' pathetic
tiny, tiny paws turning into dust
tiny shining eye, rolling like a die
casting my fate to the gristmill
this last night of ours
finally i'm surprised
oh, tuck away those acient jugs of yours
reaquainted with the brush of a skinflake
cooped up between a jerk and a hard place
you sight your eye off the tip of your gun
tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt
tiny purring sounds rising like a pike
stabbing my hands like a savior
this last night of ours forever
tiny, tiny paws turning into dust
tiny shining eye, rolling like a die
casting my faith to the wayside
this last night of ours
finally i'm surprised
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How did I end up here
curled up on this couch?
where did you learn such a bold wink
whisking me off to your bedroom?
mousey toy
this continent is lit by the holocaust
beneath my ribs (between my lips)
mousey toy
how did two tiny ribbons untie
and unfold into a lime tree?
then to darken a room for other men
a dove hit mid-flight turns away
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You look so ready to kill me
with your bosses saw
Mendocino, Siskiyou, Klamath, Shasta
a wasp will find its way into your
pointless life
its stinger will sting you away
this where I live
dripping and marked from your paint
Jesus is wondering if even He can love you
oh this is where I live
a pox upon your house
(a nuthatch will never bow)
(a crossbill will never bow)
will you turn me to money?
will I shat my poison egg in your mouth?
signed with my conifer blood
this plastic coffin always in the shade of
your sickening daughters and
your idiotic hobbler wife
this is where I live
community college is waiting for them
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Black phoebe
theres a candle in my window
black phoebe
its all inside of you
black phoebe
theres a candle in my window
baby captain
i hope those teary eyes
are only from x
and i hope they
dont dry
when your biking photos
set you free
and you see
what a stunner you are
get me a captain
i hope that white gold girl
forgets about you
your crooked blood
seeps up from hell
and you see
what a stunner you are
black phoebe
theres a candle in my window
black phoebe
its all inside of you
black phoebe
theres a candle in my window
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You are my son and i am saturn
do you see it?
this is you and me
i want you to know as youre being eaten
the lights will be on and
that this is you and me
this match and this sheaf of wheat
this twine and your bed
this spark will wake up your skin
this wine will let you live
George, when it comes to bedtime
my sweetness will not go to waste
i will shoot this arrow right up anus and
youll taste what we taste,
i will stab it right through the bottom of your mouth
youll taste what we taste
what you make them taste
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It's light outside when you finally see
The quiet failure sleeping next to you
Don't think, don't try don't rush away
When I say you deserve less
You try so hard
To be as sweet as you can for me
But I won't see you for who you are
Rose of Sharon in my failing light
Ring less finger
Pretend you don't know
How you stand it
Cuz you know you are nobody
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Shut up shut up
i wanna hear that pin pricking
shut up shut up
i wanna hear that nail scrape
shut up shut up
up your insipid voice
shut up shut up
is that your glass heart clinking?
i want to go to bed every second
wrap your arms around your kitty
she wont cuddle up to your disgusting feet
shes not the only one who wont
the gamecube is on
its tender buttons hide
crazy is the place your gigantic fat body fits
crazily it fits into any bed
shut up shut up
i wanna hear that pin pricking
shut up shut up
i wanna hear that nail scrape
shut up shut up
up your insipid voice
shut up shut up
is that your glass heart clinking?
whats done is done
it cannot be undone
whats done is done
it cannot be undone
whats done is done
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Why ask
why not it goes with this night
so will it ever stop
will it always be this hard
there will always be a jar of ash
there will always be an unfit mind
there will always be a lonely son
there will always be a humiliated little girl
why ask
is there any reason
why ask
if it'll just let up
why ask
is there any reason
why ask
if it'll just let up
up up up up
there will always be a headless neck
there will always be happiness
there will always be a handless wrist to crush
there will always be a hopeful heart to disrespect
why ask
is there any reason
why ask
if it'll just let up
why ask
is there any reason
why ask
if it'll just let up
up up up up
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A witch has come from under the ocean
and with a pointed and sharp finger
snatched my baby by the crook of her jaw
and hooked her breath away
and bloated and cut her soft,
dearest skin and face
her hair has gone from black to green
she used to complain when I used
too much water to wash her hair
I can't imagine what it was like for her
to have died swallowing the sea
I want to pause and offer
your lonely grave farewell but it is covered in mud
it is nowhere there is no way
to light an altar for you
everything is too wet
tight around my neck
tie me with this rotten wire
that snaps its quiet snap
I've poured my life into this world and here I am
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No one will eat him
a yellow raspberry
perched on top of the thorn bush
up high and ugly
up high and weird
this minute 20 years ago
your hair looked just as bad
talking nonstop to a little rubber pixie
what has changed when you tell
your doll hello?
more indignant, less recognizable
you became a bag lady's son
beating off nonstop
to the escort pages
what has changed when you tell
the cross hello?
you left with some money
more self righteous, less hopeful
up high and ugly up high and ZORP
this minute 20 seconds ago
your face looks just as dumb
singing nonsense to your voice mail
what has changed as you tell
your cactus hello?
more fixated, less relief
you became a faggot
dressed like a bunny
beating off nonstop
to the escort pages
what has changed as you tell
the mirror hello?
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