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45 Revolutions

for Jeremy

this machine kills fascists
but this is not a war
that’s not what our family does
we play games when we battle
bringing along our legion of monsters
& our ghosts & our friends
window & cage
rhythm & blues
funk & soul

& just because your monkey can rock out
with walrus tusks & mojo strings
banging on cans
going on strike
you’re fighting a good fight against iron & lash
wheelin’ & dealin’ for a better life

you’ve got a goat cheese heart
& a beat down soup
& a million lines to choose from
but somehow
you’ve found yourself here
blownout & chill
around & around & around

same as it ever was


when the sun is melting down
the sky & there’s a rainstorm
in your head
that’s the best time
to shovel coal into the furnace
& steam open the seals that keep
your madness at bay

you will overthink your thoughts &
you will overthink last week &
you will overthink astrology &
you will overthink these words &

when there is nothing left to burn
you can create
a brand-new world to obsess over

isn’t it nice when your heart is made out of ice?

777 Hours

how long will it take?
how long will i be awake?
how long will i be at war
with the love that boils in my heart

for how much longer can i howl
into the calm night
& summon up a storm?

how long can i wait
until i’m full up
until it’s all enough
& i want no more?

for how much longer can i burn
from the inside out
spitting flames into the night?

how long will it take?
how long can i wait?
how much will be enough?

Ghost of a Chance

last night i had a dream
that she was in love with me
& when she kissed me
it wasn’t complicated or awkward

but that’s how dreams go

& when i was a little kid
i thought courage & porridge were the same thing
& you could eat a bowl of bravery
& never again be afraid

but that’s how youth goes

& now i think wisdom is something other people have
when i’m alone in the house
& the dust is everywhere
& the shadows whisper of despair
& i wait for moonlight
& i wait for sleep
& i wait for the stars
& i wait for the leaves to fall

but maybe
just maybe
i’m beginning to see the light

Crisis in Sidereal Time

one chord is all you need
to fall in love with a dream

& so

with a snap & a crack
& this weight on my back
i know that i’m broken but
i know that i’m broken but
i’m not really so broken
i’m not your puppet
i’m not your toy
i’m not an old man or a little boy
with a squeak & a creak
& my back feeling weak
i know that i’m broken but
i know that i’m broken but
i’m not really broken yet
i am lightning & time
i am lemonsugarlime
i’m just learning to rhyme
i’m just learning to lie creatively
& meanwhile…

there’s a crisis on earth-j!

& so

I Oiled a Geo Bed, Junkie Woman!

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a bad join woo geek enjoin ilium

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guile join godlike
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jane guile mike
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