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Weakling Sun
02:56
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Where the sun is clutched
By the grey veil of clouds
A weakling's light, bare and faint
A colour like eggshells
No room for the city's sigh
Deafening, oppressive
Bright and strong
Now fenced and cowed
This place brims with it
Cowardly, brutish, feral
Wounds as deep as trenches
A mongrel's faith
Is it cold in the place where they remember your name?
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Bellflower
03:44
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Where do you go at night now to clear your head?
The idea of getting lost in the city is useless now
There isn't a street you can turn on to
That you don't already know the name of
I can see you thumbing at the empty pocket
Where you used to keep the knife you bought
You used to think you could use it if you needed to
The god you knew is gone
He hanged himself from the bridge above the highway
Just across from the place you used to work
When the first cars were making their way south
Before the sun was up
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Motel Altar
02:37
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Mercy is cheap
Let's drink in rage
Your docile streets
Will crack and split
Under the weight of our sins
Transient whores
Gagged on blood
Shallow wells of morale
Where crushed pills have failed
When weakness took them
Necks wrenched to injury
Sawed-through with blunt blade
And in whatever mangled form
We arrive
The vehicle of death
Has ferried us to Orion
The highway near our bodies
Carries on
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4. |
Glass In St. Mary's Lot
03:08
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Your vices were childlike
In this hidden place
Where I first groped at your skin
And the cacophonous mass
Of guilt, lust and control
Heaved onto my shoulders
Broad for my age
The wreath of youth
Tender, green, ecstatic
Haloed a hung head
The Lord of your prayers
Was tangled in the pulp
Of disbelief
God never cut himself on glass
In St. Mary's lot
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Yellow Dog's Song
01:15
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Heaved bellows scrape the earth
The clamber of murdered sons
Does noise assuage your pain,
Stupid mongrel?
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The City Ends
04:19
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In the wreckage of a dozen burned bridges
Picked through by mutts and beggars
The mementos of languished friendships
Where your whiskey-soaked years;
Where the bottles of wine that bared your breast;
Where the gray smoke of a newfound vice;
Where the humming red halogen glow;
Lay in an unhealing mass of resentment
And shame
Once I left the station
To the sound of bells
And the sheets of rain
Greeted me with a baptism
Of downtown failure
And the same streets
I had walked for years
Looked suddenly different
So give in to an old way
Go where the roads go
See where the city ends
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A Sparse Room
03:21
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I'm the contempt for your own child
I cut you down for my own gain
I am the godless one, the hopeless son
And I will always bring you pain
And I will always be alone,
And I will always be the same
I am the beacon of the mongrel's light
I am an endless well of shame
I forgave you
Because grace looks like
Sparse light, in a large room
A pattern of living
Callow and profane
The walls are bare
And have pockmarks
From cheap nails
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Amber Murk
04:13
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Blankets of sheet lightning erupt, noiseless and amber
Swallowing hard on the collapsed space
As heat undoes the promise, where rust takes hold
The tangled knot of useless bindings
Indebted to the views of the northwest side
Bent over balcony rails and beaten in stained bathtubs
The pink boil of evening storms to watch you from
Bruised and drooling on a living room floor
Floating under the shroud, licking oil off your skin
Idle and fucked, the weakness in limbs follows
When the body grabs at light for healing
That flickers out of reach in the murk of July
Sleep in filth, loveless, worthless, used
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Houndstooth
02:49
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They will find you
In the place where the curs whine at night
And the whimpering strays sing you home
The romantic sense of longing you clung to
Is beaten into the cement of the curb
Anointed with a mixture of alcohol
And piss and spit and cum
Where the carnal is holy
Bared teeth in the flash of nighttime heat
Rumbling violence along the street
Patterns of a feral bitch
Like the wound in Christ's side
You are a wellspring of blood and water
For the dogs of morning
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10. |
Tall Column of Light
03:48
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It is late
The air is gossamer
Before it is velvet
Thick and rich
And blue
You are stumbling
Over something I can’t see
I lag by several steps
And in a crystalline second
Suspended in the space
Of cut glass
And saintly bells
A white light
Towering unto God
Once and then twice
It is spring now
Perhaps not in my life
But certainly in this year
Somewhere in the city
A dog is struck and killed
By an indifferent car
Soft blue pulse
Chlorine soaks
A violent womb
What else crests the hill
That lies south?
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