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Lime Tree
05:53
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I wake hourly
my sweetest one.
Saccharine,
my shred of sun.
See me nightly,
in through the throat.
Survey the night
through the eye of a goat.
Panoramic,
endlessly.
A circular wind
'round the lime tree.
Bitter fruit,
I will eat my fill.
Sour my tongue,
reluctantly, I know I will.
Daylight, curtains.
Cuts me in half.
The night viewed by day
is a mooncalf.
You atone by
daylight hours
for fruit you fed,
so sour.
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The Castle of Dromore
02:11
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Chicken, oh chicken
you may go up in a balloon.
Chicken, chicken, you may hide behind the moon.
Chicken, never let a fowl be.
Ten thousand dollar warrant for the fowl on earth,
he don’t roost too high for me.
I got to thinking ‘bout chicken, late the other night, boys, I could hardly rest,
jumped out the bed, grabbed up my old shoes,
thought of where some chicken was at.
Grabbed big buffcoat, stuck him under my arm,
something I could never let fall.
Don’t think I’ve robbed your henhouse ‘till I get your roost, poor chicken and all.
Chicken, oh chicken,
you may go up in a balloon.
Chicken, you can hide behind the moon.
Chicken, never let a fowl be.
Ten thousand dollar warrant for the fowl on earth,
he don’t roost too high for me.
Chicken made me awful mad the other night, man
Something that I didn’t like to take
Grabbed my little haversack, down across my back.
Grabbed the chicken right by the neck.
Said I turned around around, quick as I could,
chicken hauled away I 'clare.
Won’t steal meat and bread out of cook's pot
I'll steal chicken from anywhere.
Chicken, oh chicken,
you may go up in a balloon.
Chicken, you can hide behind the moon.
Chicken, never let a fowl be.
Ten thousand dollar warrant for the fowl on earth,
he don’t roost too high for me.
Police ‘rest me last Friday night, man,
couldn’t think of what's it about.
I’m going down the alley where I lived at,
a lot of chicken tied in my house
I said, "You may take me to the penitentiary wall,
I’ll go to work out my time.
Just as quick you put me on the L&N track,
I’ll have chickens on my mind.
Chicken, oh chicken,
you may go up in a balloon.
Chicken, you can hide behind the moon.
Chicken, never let a fowl be.
Ten thousand dollar warrant for the fowl on earth,
he don’t roost too high for me.
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4. |
Canopy Dirge
04:47
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How I miss you
sweetest Dieter
Out of and into
chiffon curtains
White tipped swift,
single drop
Lost three fingers
as a lad
Stunted and wingless,
my space dream lay in tatters
strewn about my earthbound mattress
A teardrop frozen
in the cold
Turbines and pistons
have cracked the sky wide open
and now reaching out a hand to hold
Enfold
...and you, how you rested so sweet
'neath your bed of twisted metal
tangled in the trees,
and something has been stirred
inside of me.
This want for height all blistering
through the heat.
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Incendiary Rite
03:04
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You in the garden,
moon like a china plate
seeps through the branches'
leaf-woven latticework,
down.
Torn from their ringbinds,
emptied from folders
a monolithic archive
paperweights encircling,
Round.
You
struck a light,
my ruthless Bostonite.
A ritual sacrifice.
A legion of moths
ascend to the firmament,
fizzling wings
all flickering with fairy lights.
Up.
My magnum opus
crackles like castanets
erasing the hourly
dredging of my
cup.
You
struck a light
my ruthless Bostonite.
A ritual sacrifice.
Letter by letter
the words won't resound,
drawn to the bowels
through the dogs fiery mouth.
And all my transgressions
resurfacing now,
spewed out like spittle
from the dogs fiery mouth.
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