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mdsmmr knights

from Salt by Cosmosis

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root your laces in stubborn tree trunk faith
summerwine teenage kisses till we free them, wait
we’d carved our names a jagged yelp till someone came
after months of rawboned panic decided im the one to blame
it’s gotta be a numbers game
cuz you ascended and im ass up in a fucking lake
mucking rake, a silence like tinnitus just a stomachache
from chewing rough hewn sidewalk till you dissolved away
sucked out the sky like a hologram, a hollow cave…

…of ribs and sinew stars are trackmarks that just lost their way
we’re rigid and platonic mottled moonbeams on our face
we give it like we got it brackish waters but my back is straight
half the faith of agnostics but I promise what I got is saved
honest babe, sky pinpoint charcoal outline disappearance
plastisicine bauble of light fades into the distance
it’s a prism it’s a prison, just a piston barring kissed lips
of velveteen sunset it’s a-driftin you’re indifferent
catechism apotheosis not religious but you got me holy ghostin
holy smokes names carved in trees like roanoakes
backstroke through amnesia we’re rowing boats
going broke, loves a drug we hit it till we overdosed

palms upended on a balmy summer night
fickle fucking skyline horizon ride it like your on a bike
karmas got us by the collar and its hard as rock
paradise where plateau masqueraded as a parking lot
you’re my x mark the spot where you left, wooden rot
standing in the doorway crying but you coulda knocked
the minutiae of the minutemen
set the music tell me where and when
driftwood skin, trawling for exoskeletons
cheeks flushed cherry red breath held it in
flyer than a seagull or a pelican I guess you said its relative
saw Chekhov in the central park no gun to spark appendages
appendix is the definite, no epilogue cuz we getting on
getting getting on, old is when the wind blows and you spin around

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from Salt, released December 1, 2013

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