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Storrs, CT
01:56
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Safe in my assumption
Forgot to pack a lifejacket
How’s that for form and function?
Autumn air constitutes a light jacket
A sleepwalking in Storrs
Fine equates to adequate
Equip these water wings
Hole in one, blowing air helps some
But the body still sinks
A haunting in Connecticut
Going from your bedroom
To a spare one in an AirBnB
Made me wish
Fidelis Bronze Included therapy
But it doesn’t, so just hold me
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Document
03:11
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Prom dates, sipping on their phosphates
Limousine is late (mother’s pissed)
Handouts, learn to act like Landau
Pour Blue Curacao (if you insist)
Drunk still, this party is Dullsville
Harboring ill will to your parents
Toothsome, win some and you lose some
Until you become a document
Born free, honking like you’re horny
Peel slowly and see through sunglasses
Nighttime, fast approaching stop sign
Ass slapped with a fine and night classes
Blacked out, making mother cry now
Goodbye to summer, how’s this for punishment?
Shaken, mugshot and prints are taken
Added to the bin
A document
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You two are cute, but not enough to
Take up the whole sidewalk
Resembles a morning sky, pieces of past
Reassembled in late July, sharp contrast
Making the wrong ends meet, late on rent
Off with the mercy seat, this time it’s different
8x10 headshots, high gloss
Don’t wash this mouth anymore, though I still floss
Honey, it’s getting harder to tell
How we’re so short on this money and living so well
Lovely, clouds part ways like a dream
It’s clear somebody up there likes me for me
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Mooring
10:07
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Pay attention: I’ll only do this once
Maybe again for the people in the back
Before I begin, a grey sedan’s lights are left on
Might wanna tend to that
Failed to mention, we’re supposed to close at dawn
It’s already an hour past
So pay attention: I’ll only do this once
Maybe again for the people in the back
A mote was jogged loose on the Amtrak
Dyspeptic at the thought of coming back
But some things would not return
My mooring and anchor
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Death Rattlin'
03:14
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What a mess
Fresh out of my train coma
I’ll not confess what’s going on up in here
Feeling out of place and my stomach is bare
We’ve got the rattle, party in back
U-turn away from the sobriety check
Can’t imagine they say,
“UConn’s beautiful when it rains”
Stolen champagne
For my real friends
“Oh it’s been a theme with this guy?”
You don’t know me
We’ve got the rattle, party in back
U-turn away from the sobriety check
It’s been a weekend, the night is young
Excuse us for trying to have some fun
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The Vows Section
04:35
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Now everything is perfect like it never was
Time to focus on me
Find a new job
I wouldn’t recommend the silence to a churchmouse
Now ‘we’ is back to being used in the royal sense
Timeliness has met its recompense
All is quiet in bed
All is quiet in the big house
No closer, moved you backwards
Blind to the truth, I need someone who
One meet cute, irresolute
Believes in me, other than me
Slow learners, Bunson burners
Flame’s demand, scalding these hands
Reflecting, the vows section
Read ahead, hell, begin with the self
Now I’ve got to catch a big fish
Or shake hands with an A-lister
Refract it on film
Give that empty frame a picture
This room is an unintentional shrine
To nearly two yesteryears
Brave the outside
Not long enough to threaten sunburn
No closer, moved you backwards
Blind to the truth, I need someone who
One meet cute, irresolute
Believes in me, other than me
Slow learners, Bunson burners
Flame’s demand, scalding these hands
Reflecting, the vows section
Read ahead, hell, begin with the self
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Bea’s a little hellraiser
Hope she takes to Texas fine
‘Cause everything is bigger there
But she’ll still be a small fry
UConn left you with a degree and No Man’s Sky
Your research paper earned you a wife
Christ, I know it’s hard
Mar-a-Lago’s got divots
The way things are going
Head for Austin city limits
I don’t know semantics
But for you two, it’s crystal clear
There’s no devil in your details
Just a Chinese character resembling a deer
I think that means be good, think it brings you luck
Benediction as a ten-point buck
Christ, I know it’s hard
They’re locking kids in cages
The way things are going
Escape to Austin for better wages
Registry’s full of cookware
Speaking of, for Pete’s space trucking sake
Don’t make her ill like I from your curry
In future dishes you set out to make
Takeout’s always cool, tacos are sublime
Barbecue pairs well with wine
Christ, I know it’s hard
They’re passing heartbeat laws
The way things are going
Let’s hope Austin is less flawed
Didn’t cry at the wedding
Not until much later to Naked Eyes
But you don’t need my sad ass to tell you
What you got is real, you guys
It’s safe to say I’m envious, making a sap of me
With your smiles and shared philosophy
Christ, I know it’s hard
Ice caps are exhausting
The way things are going
Hey, sea level elevation ain’t bad in Austin
Now they say that Mengyu wears the pants
As long as Jared stays dreamy
For those present, we worry not ‘cause
Boy, that kiss was steamy
You taught me to hate plans, she does too I’m sure
But with long distance you’ll find you love them more
Christ, I know it’s hard
Decency’s long dead
The way things are going
Try for Austin instead
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Cover of Fangoria
03:20
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Tried to go paperless
But mail workers insist
I pay my bills online
So how’d my ugly mug
Grace all four corners of
The cover of Fangoria?
Stray black cats and all the things that cross your path
Down here, we all float
I’m in between Miss Bloodbath 2019
And Max from Videodrome
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Pretty Pleas
04:33
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Winter’s like your ex-boyfriend
It comes too soon and without warning
And though it’s summer,
I can see my breath It’s apologizing for the dumbest fucking things
And starting fires, one guesses, to keep warm
Don’t succumb because you think you’d like it
I’m numb to gestures like this and here is one
To which I’m wiser the none
I dropped by with these pitiful lips
Hoping you’d find them fit to kiss
No mistakes or delusions of these signs I threw ya
Summer’s like my ex-girlfriend
It does everything for me
‘Cause I might be miserable but at least the sun is out
It is shining its rays on my sleepwalking splendor
And pelting water balloons from a treehouse
Don’t succumb because you think you’d like it
I’m numb to gestures like this and here is two
Still don’t have a clue
I dropped by with this pitiful verse
Hoping you’d be inclined to do your worst
No mistakes, no nonsense
Could you see us as more than friends?
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Love, it ducks out and it’s the damndest thing
It may take a toll or take wing
You’ll plum forget all your allergies in spring
Run your sanity into the ground, set it to a pretty sound
Shuffle with angst and deal in kitsch
I call a song what others call a blemish
It’s just bad French and okay English
Turn that shower into a tub and you can join our plastic hips club
Lights long off, can’t envision sheep
Or find a boring book to pretend read
If you cry long enough, eventually you’ll fall asleep
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The shaky signatures of a DNR
Sign away not one, but two lives
SARCOMA stands for
Some Awful Ruin Chews Old Man Alive
And it’s not vain
To catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror
That stretches into a stare
Working nervous fingers
Run through, feeling blue and
Rummage in trash blonde hair
Welling up to ask out loud (but not really)
What the hell are we doing here?
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Up Yours
05:34
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Sophie’s lengthy with opaque eyes
And more life than you
Crawled into your lap the way animals do
To the corner of a house’s less traveled room
When they sense the end, though still not as sad as when
You leave town
And that’s a trip we aren’t keen on
Packed our bags like morons
Years to prep, all told
The turnpike is full of tolls
Saving your breath, from what was left
One shred of acuity
Amid heavy talks out of earshot
Closure for you and me
Mom later said, “Was he talking to you?”
You don’t know the half
I feel, well I never
Not smart, maybe clever
In the front pew, we bring ourselves to speak
“Good work this week”
You should know what you’re named for
Cutting rugs on dancefloors
Now our hearts, open sores
I’ll down mine, up yours
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