’til you till the good earth with your bones, you can’t tell me you’ve suffered need. ’til you fill the neon graveyards with zombie dreams that you refuse to let die cuz they’re the only ones you can talk to about the truth– until then, you can’t brag about your courage, your faith, your anxiety,Continue reading “Under a Sewn Sky”
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Stay with Me
I just got the sadness shivers, a bird flock fleeing from my ribs, it’s almost like my bones know what my heart’s getting into, how my tears seek to swim like oceans and floors are synonyms — all the sounds of a skin assail me, I mean “sounds” the way vibrations bong ear drums andContinue reading “Stay with Me”
I ain’t a scientific expert, but.
I ain’t a scientific expert, but. I was doing some research into ocean acidification, plus something I remember from a geology class years ago about limestone in the mountains as evidence of ancient seas there. In that class, I wondered why we didn’t just make more limestone–made of calcium carbonate, or CaCO3, or calcium plusContinue reading “I ain’t a scientific expert, but.”
Spirit Underwater
There’s a spirit underwater, and a fire in the wind, if we’re drowning under tide call I am landfall to your skin. There’s a lost boy In your halo hoping you’ll remember him, if we’re weeping I’m the downpour of your whim — There’s a flame in the river here, there’s bold witches in theContinue reading “Spirit Underwater”
Desert a Friend
All the want in these veins could water the earth and build forests from the dust grow meadows from the red mud rust — I have wandered through the dry but my tears keep me alive carve a track to take me to the seaside, maybe six years from now I’ll arrive on a quietContinue reading “Desert a Friend”
Raw under the Water
It’s brutal out there–take a clue for the kooky kids, a guide for the wild life, open up a minds to a mysteries sky; do you feel the eyes of how they perceive you molding your skin to the mask of your hide,
duckies in the snow/flakies falling to the flow
The stream’s iced over and the fishies rove safe in the shadows from hungry plover
Storm Call
you ever wondered if you could eat lightning, then leak it between your teeth like crushing consonants, what words it would make?
Seizing Sunlight
Planet of mine, I don’t know why we speak like you can hear us and answer in our tongue–we are the children of your dirt who haven’t touched home in generations, we are the choir of your winds,
What Mere Magic Is This?
The title for this song came about when I was listening to the last 2 minutes or so and the different sections fit together in an unexpected way, and my reaction was