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Faint Sunflower Logic

The street is complete

perfumed

and made-over

we will all get there

the day before the day

we want to meet

overflowing

with ordinary wishes

leaves turning to red

sizzling before they end up

end over end

altogether

so very October

each day praised

when it arrived

with barely a breeze

to spread us apart

memories of streets

stripped of their markers

between the last cluster headaches

of sunlight

November strips

and shivers

in front of all of us

it gives us every willingness

white and pink

bundled in ermine

and graced with inexperience.

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ah shit kelly lebrock hey hi

For seriously… Weird Science was important.

It was very important.

barelysarcasm:

erockisalive:

ah shit kelly lebrock hey hi

For seriously… Weird Science was important.

It was very important.

Terra-Cotta Armed Response

Into the sweep of things

into another room

into a settled fashion

asphyxia implied

wrapped in umbilical hinges

I didn’t want you to think

about where all the words went

last year

absorbed under the tongue

below the opposite

of your control

implicated

in jealous knots

subtracting the bulb

from the room we are in

giving you the power

to say a name

any name

at this point

to perforate

that sober shudder

brittle as the smell of sulfur

in a basilica

It’s your turn to sleep

laying down a faint capital

of Autumn blur

evening cocktails

coating the trees

theories sealed firmly into stories.

Wolves by Ryan Adams from the album: 1984

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Ryan Adams “Wolves”

I can’t ready the signs
I don’t know what I’m feeling
But I know you’re lying
I know what you’re thinking

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Miranda, That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore (Acoustic Demo) by The Mars Volta from the album: Unplugged

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Miranda, That Ghost Just Isn’t Holy Anymore (Acoustic Demo) // The Mars Volta

This outfit is not sound proof…so don’t depend on memories.

With his arm

around

the Happy New Year

rumbling

out of the picture

divorced from sleep

no more parties

or if so

please clarify by letter

on Wednesday

before

our contemporary Friday

becomes

quite out of it

during a friendly warming

Technicolor punch-drunk

holding tight to an old impulse

like

time is a word…used for good

even when you knew

it wasn’t

and

we concluded

with sundry things

and

now we know

just how fickle

the word gentle can be

temporarily…anyway

I relate

change the ribbon

cough

and self-inflict another day.


Sedmikrásky (1966)

Sedmikrásky (1966)

Finally…

Just got a new guitar…not having one was killing me. I got an amazing deal on a Stratocaster!…Sunburst…sexy as hell. Time to jamb.

Between the ocean
And your open vein
Leonard Cohen
I see monsters by Ryan Adams from the album: Love is hell, pt. 2

letitride:

Ryan Adams, “I See Monsters”

Bliss/Gone/Please and thank you.

Hazy

amorphous placeholder

during an argument

on the way out

or in

I forget

translucence forming

beneath the eyelids

delicate and mutely downward

console

then shrink away

rhetoric against feeling

street lights magnified

eyes finally open

brushing past

the staticky neighbors in the hall

Winter break

the wind in layers through the vent

numerically lost

tracing back the night’s opportunities

back to the G train

the diner

the argument

you said “I’m confused”

and that’s when it ended

you crossed the street with unimpeded motion

I hopped the train

trying to postpone resolution

enveloped in the serrated documentation

every sigh

aloud

feigned

glossy and uninstructed

muffled by mattress

and wrapped in faultlessness.

3am and I still can’t figure out how this light cord works.

I tried to get this giant moth

to fly into my apartment

earlier

I was stoned

it was not interested

now it’s 3am

and somehow it ended up getting in here

now I can’t sleep

I’m too stoned to read Dostoevsky

so AM radio it is…Coast To Coast.