you keep ending up in my shaking hands.

rain on the bard
clinging water mark
and your hands are what i had
and calls up what i can

ring you and me
shake memory free
cant scratch the open sun
cant chase away the hope
I’ve buried you
in every place I’ve been
you keep ending up
in my shaking hands

rain sound the alarm
and stain my broken heart
the things violinist
buried in my gut
there are chances or choices
sometimes you just have to cut

ive buried you
every place i move
you keep ending up
in my shaking hands
i have buried you
with my shaking hands
you keep ending up
every place i been

i have buried you
every place ive been
and you keep ending up
in my shaking hands
you keep ending up
every place ive been
in my shaking hands
every place ive been

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…and at once I knew I was not magnificent.

ναι ρε πούστη.
το φετινό καλοκαίρι μοιάζει πανέμορφο.
μην το ματιάσωωωω!

“Someway, baby, it’s part of me, apart from me.”
you’re laying waste to Halloween
you fucked it friend, it’s on it’s head, it struck the street
you’re in Milwaukee, off your feet

…and at once I knew I was not magnificent
strayed above the highway aisle
(jagged vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles

3rd and Lake it burnt away, the hallway
was where we learned to celebrate
automatic bought the years you’d talk for me
that night you played me ʻLip Paradeʼ
not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree
saying nothing, that’s enough for me

…and at once I knew I was not magnificent
hulled far from the highway aisle
(jagged, vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles

Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright
above my brother, I and tangled spines
we smoked the screen to make it what it was to be
now to know it in my memory:

…and at once I knew I was not magnificent
high above the highway aisle
(jagged vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles


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This is us.

Errant heat to the star
and the rain let in
the hawser rolls, the vessel’s whole and Christ, it’s thin

well Iʼd know that you’d offer
would reveal it, though it’s soft and flat
won’t repeat it, cull and coffer’s that
for the soffit, hang this homeward
pry it open with your love
sending lost and alone standing offers

it is steep / it is stone
such recovery
from the daily press, the deepest nest, in keeper’s keep

all the news at the door
such a revelry
well, it’s hocked inside of everything you said to me

it was found what we orphaned
didn’t mention it would serve us picked
said your love is known
I’m standing up on it

aren’t we married?!
I ainʼt living in the dark no more
it’s not a promise, Iʼm just gonna call it

heavy mitted love

our love is a star
sure some hazardry
for the light before and after most indefinitely

danger has been stole away

This is us

forever ago.

Narrator:
(So apropos:
Saw death on a sunny snow)

Him:
«For every life…»
Her:
«Forgoe the parable.»
Him:
«Seek the light.»
Her:
«…My knees are cold.»

(Running home, running home, running home, running home…)

Her:
«Go find another lover.
To bring a… to string along!»

«With all your lies,
You’re still very lovable.»

«I toured the light, so many foreign roads for Emma, forever ago.»

πρώτο ηλιοβασίλεμα.

τα ηλιοβασιλέματα καίγονται.
τα πάρκα παίρνουν φωτιά.
οι θάλασσες φουσκώνουν και μας δροσίζουν.
οι λόφοι ψηλώνουν και νιώθουμε πως πετάμε.
η πόλη φλέγεται.

και εμείς χαμένοι.
ο ένας μέσα στον άλλο.
και μέσα σε όλα.

?

..δεν μας νοιάζει.
τίποτα.
ο χρόνος ξεχάστηκε στη λήθη.

το ξημέρωμα μας βρίσκει αγκαλιά.

. . .

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an easy swing.

από μια εκπληκτική συλλογή dark was the night.


an easy swing had it’s time shouldered
-slow bending axe.
now it’s a photo framed.
the swing hasn’t had it.

and here we are rebuilding roads
right by roosting towns.
it’s just like the love
-the one that’s never been enough.

so i’m counting on your fingers
cause you’ve reattached the twitch
and if you (go) want opinion,
i will die along the ditches.

and every summer is a hot token
to the cold, cold take of lust.
and every autumn singes
with the business of sadness.

fred had it wrong they sing
honey hadn’t burned
another curve in the counting
is never served

so i’m counting on your fingers
cause you’ve reattached the twitch
and if you (go) want opinion,
i will die along the ditches.

who will fall far behind?

w h o ‘s g o n n a l o v e y o u ?

Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order’s tall

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
In the morning I’ll be with you
But it will be a different «kind»
I’ll be holding all the tickets
And you’ll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full; so slow on the split

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted?
Then who the hell was I?
Now I’m breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?


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