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ChopinLA
05:24
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I'm in Chopin the ground is burning
I'm in Chopin the seagulls are drowning
I spend days I days nights
steering wheel jut to the chest
collect dragonflies on the windshield
it rains one drop at a time
nights sleep in troughs
filled with rainwater
I'm going to leave now without saying goodbye
I'm in Chopin the ground is burning
I'm in Chopin the seagulls are drowning inside their own bodies
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2. |
F.O. Drive
03:43
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There's a stack of ash like a staircase
topping her cigarette
She hasn't taken a drag the entire time
that I've been outside
Her hand appears steady but must be shifting or shaking
like a swing of a pendulum
on a drawn-out interval
I can see a silhouette, a missing jigsaw puzzle piece
head and shoulders crowning a square-back chair
Her room lit up florescent like a fish tank
slides projected on a bare white wall
pictures of good-time college girls
the high school tennis team
a close-up of a palm frond
I wanted to call up and say:
"Hey Laura, long time no see"
"Hey Laura, this reminds me of a dream I had when I was thirty"
but I knew she had already put me out of her mind
She had put me out of her mind
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3. |
Division Street
03:13
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Snagged your hose on the wire matrix snarling
up from underneath the bed frame
and I watched in secret
feigning sleep with the comforter bunched up around my head
goodbyes are better suited for lower throat flagellation
and you saved me one more convection current of blunted utterances
I could never say your name again
and when the door closed and your heeled shoes
echoing down the hallway sssh-pinched out
sleep came
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4. |
Old Louvel
04:31
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Jason, in my dream you're restored
In a dorm room with our backs to each other
We get dressed for the second night of prom
I'm wearing a Shawn Kemp replica jersey under my tux jacket
My bow tie undone and hanging limp around my neck
Jason's wearing moccasins, no socks
One black-and-mild dangling from his lips
A second one behind his ear
He catches me in the mirror
Holding a white vest up to my chest
Smiling with his cheeks,
He pushes air through his lips and makes a whistling sound
As it sweeps across the opening of the cigar's plastic tip
He says:
"You wore that last night, besides we both know you're more of a cummerbund guy"
It's almost 4am when we get to the church
In that long burning candlelight and it's lapping reflections
In the high stained glass windows,
Jason's dark brown eyes are like black holes in reverse
A young man restored, his teeth have been reset
His hair his puffy and clean and peppered with whitish-gray
The church congregation is an older crowd
But Jason quickly wins them over
As he makes the rounds from one banquet table to the next
Chatting up elderly couples, patting the priest on the back
The tables are filled with all sorts of pastries
And bowls jelly-filled candy
I trail Jason, stuffing the confections
Into my mouth and coat pockets
With dawn seeping through a crack in the lost horizon
We slip out a side door and go our separate ways
Oh Jason, Oh Jason, if only we could lie down
If only we could lie down in the daffodils
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5. |
Fairlawn
04:01
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The types of liquids consumed
The containers with their own potencies
The glass. A crack in the dining room table
A slice of cheddar cheese draped and half-melted
Over a piece of apple pie
Fresh pie almost every night from the bakery down on Market
Next to the pharmacy where the help
Picked up the vials of Alka Seltzer to pop
In between whiskey sours
These types of liquids –
These liquids shot full through
These types of liquids –
These liquids shot full through
And not fully processed
Some particles sticking and causing a coating
Plopped in a glass of tap water
Plopped like a domed projectile into the rocket launchers
That were propped up like kettles
Just the way Dad taught the little Filipinos during the war
These types of liquids –
These liquids shot full through
One orange dot in the darkened living room –
His father breathing fire like a garbage-eating furnace
You there, Sir?
Sir?
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SCols
04:25
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I stood outside the van on the dirt driveway. The sunlight kept pushing through, burning orange, the leaves curling up in retreat like witch feet. I could see down to the Scioto River – an entire house floated by, submerged to the roof, and then another,
and then another.
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Middleburg
04:20
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You're not supposed to see your own face in a dream
and when I look in the mirror, I don't.
I see a shrunken head
bunches of long, unwashed hair
black and muddled red
brown and flaking blonde
I'm dressed like a girl
This is my time to shine
in a dark room with carpet on the walls
Underwater, brave feet sweeping
those cold, cold depths
just inches above the place
where death lies waiting
where death lies waiting in the murk
All of grandma's ribs are broken
All of her grandchildren have failed
This house has been empty for years
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8. |
The Reserve
03:18
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The Genain sister minus one
now they live in The Reserve
house for sale
dust particles preserved
There was nothing sexual to speak of
nothing sexual, just small, organic things
disintegrating things
in the kitchen, there are measuring cups filled with blood
there are knives in the sink
and I'm malingering
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Lopez Island
02:11
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I sleep on the floor, I sleep on the floor
piles of clothes are scattered through the room like anthills
Inhaling too deep, inhaling too deep
Diana asleep a few rows in front of me
"This is your stop Johnny-boy
I think you should get off right here
I will miss you, I will miss you
Remember that I'm dead"
Eyes are still closed, eyes are still closed
out on the deck the sea air startles me awake
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