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molly pops and breaking beats

lessons learned late at night broken wing taking flight you left it all it felt all right until the morning when you saw the light all your angels all your saints all the places you forgot to paint it starts to show you see the cracks the steps you take you can't take back words you drop at my feet molly pops and breaking beats thoughts are spinning round your head late night texts bring back the dead it'll work out is what they say you can't do much when shit's just cray but you can't do much when shit's okay thoughts say go the body says stay lighbulbs breaking in your head heart grows hungry the more it's fed we could have been somebody we recognized if only we could have looked each other in the eyes

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To everyone who has held on to the last beautiful strains of a day that you hoped would last forever.

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A new Fall playlist that sounds like the sunset of a day your not quite ready to leave.

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raise the dead

where were we before all this? in eden drinking from streams slipping in and out of each other's bodies sipping the nectar that dripped from the edges of our unconscious being whoever we wanted we weren't waiting on the miracle we were the miracle before the flowers and the dinosaurs turned to oil before the sun and the moon split up with shared custody of the sky alimony payments to bartenders and tax deductible charity organizations night and day used to be the same thing before the divorce before the taxis ran across my feet before my eyes turned to blanks before the fiery crash that left us in pieces pieces that we are looking for without even knowing it we are searching for something that's on the tip of our tongues a word that gets stuck in the back of our throats that hides in the back of our minds and weighs at the bottom of our hearts the maps we made won't help us the rules we follow won't guide us there is no direction home because we are already there burn your thoughts in the temple and then burn the temple

explosions in the sky

when i think of you

we are underwater

not all the way

but mostly

our hands wet in july

slippery enough

to reach just about anything

as long as we don’t hold on too tight

it was before i left town

for the first time

our limbs

brushed against each other

first accidentally

and then on purpose

so much purpose

the little that covered us

came off

everything

turned on

your legs finally

wrapped around mine

to keep yourself afloat

to keep both of us floating

as they waited for us by the shore

both of them

almost able to see

wondering what we were doing

knowing what we were doing

they didn’t matter

nothing mattered

except the way the sky kept falling

into the quarry

and that song kept playing in my head

it was a blue light

that was coming from your body

smooth as a star

the sparks kept shooting

out of you

into me

out of you

My book for sale at my favorite bookstore. Next to Bolano and Heidegger, nonetheless! (Bottom middle) (at Green Apple Books)

the kids don't stand a chance

driving through the red lights all the way to france the long island expressway the cars just seem to dance the kind of lies you tell me the things you didn’t say all wrapped up in sunshine on a rainy day the minutes that you hold me the hours that i wait since you found a way to speak you don’t have much to say spinning lights and bedrooms in and out of luck the boys don’t take direction they know which way is up shiny, shiny presents the duchess and the fool came here looking for you i said i had no clue you said there was no meaning you said there is no past you said there is no point to this the kids don’t stand a chance the kids don’t stand a chance you lost your mothers bracelet in somebody’s pool you kept your wits about you but broke the golden rule and all of dawn’s perfection make it easier to track the places that you’ve been to there is no turning back pretty, pretty people they do an ugly dance the things you thought they gave you they’ll try and take it back the mirror shows the surface but the surface hides the facts they’ve got us all surrounded the kids don’t stand a chance the kids don’t stand a chance i am moving forward but forward’s moving past all of these distractions they all go by so fast the tears you sent by messenger the grass stains on your pants the promises they told you when you were on your back and now that it is over it’s time that we pretend we’re driving to an island and hiding in the sand and all those things they sold you the storybook romance happy ever after the kids don’t stand a chance the kids don’t stand a chance

at night i paint you black

at night i paint you black so no one can find you but me i will distinguish the beat of your heart amidst the sounds that litter the city streets i do not want to hold you back i just want to hold you it is my secret and your sound my visions and your voice the others they can't see inside where your blood flows like mercury and your mind is racing to keep up with itself the heat the sparks the light you are a feather you are a gun

For any Spotifiers: A soundtrack to the book I'm working on.

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translations from the old texts

you stopped

before you got to the end of the block

but you didn't turn around

you just waited quietly

as the wind drove by

and the cars blew

the street

walking on top of people

you could have turned around

but that would have meant something

and tonight

didn't mean anything at all

at least not in whatever language we were speaking

we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire

lights brought me here

some little spark

from the fire that you made

that i followed back

you were alone

but there were so many people

::

i have unmade my way

back to where i never started

and i have come to the beginning again

to where we could meet

as if it had happened before

as if this really wasn't something

that began

or ended

but just was

::

as if we could unpeel our layers

and lay down by the fire

until night swallowed us whole

and the day kissed us awake

::

i felt your skin against mine

until there was no difference

and we lay back

looking upon a black mirror

unwinding ourselves

from where we got stuck

::

we found ourselves

in the places we forgot to check

we are stretching out across the sky

our hands clasped

our bodies

a constellation

::

and the sky is lit

with the eyes of god

too numerous to count

and too wordless to name

love lockdown

it's night and all the lights are shining on us i scratch messages on your crystallized breath "i want to feel alive too" we're in a parking lot it's that time of the night when god stops counting where we won't be bothered even though we might be seen we're anywhere that's exactly like here your car old coffee new cigarettes your tears make it all smell like summer like fresh rain on warm pavement we pour into each other our clothes melt our words wrap around our limbs :: we have these strings tied to our hearts that make our body do tricks :: time pours out of the bottle and makes us drink until the red limbs of dawn break through the black curtain and you say "tie me up"

:: and i know what you mean you want to feel trapped so that you don't come apart

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let the right one in

there’s a song that’s always playing that you can hear any time you want the radio inside it’s down below buried deep in the architecture underneath where our bodies are built it carries a tune through the chords through our circuitry veins that plug into amplified hearts and send out waves of sonic bliss

for me it’s about the way our bodies just fit as if there was never a choice as if those notes were already written

it is possible to live forever in fact there isn’t any choice our hands have never let go of what they held and our breath as always swirls around us like a halo our aural history that remains unwritten because there are no words to describe us only music

every lover has the same name but there are different syllables you are no place for these city streets to hide themselves they should go back to from where they came along with the traffic lights and boarded up buildings and all of those guys thinking they knew what you really want

you don't know what you really want i miss you sometimes other times i'm not quite sure what i do

safety not guaranteed

safety is not guaranteed there is absolutely no chance that nothing will happen success is not imminent but it's not unexpected there is a good chance you will fall and you may not be able to get up it is then that you may use the words they taught you

even though there may be know one around who can hear you even though they might not understand what you're really trying to say even though it's what they have asked for so many time themselves the numbers just cancel each other out eventually the colors so many at the same time that they become a grey blur brown in their complete lack of individuality we are mud when we are naked or thinking it is a rainstorm that i'm asking for a blizzard on a perfect day to ask the question i've had in my heart for so long to ask you what it means when this happens

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