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Whistle Dog
02:55
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Sorry,
To you all
For leaving.
I can't stomach
This job,
Her jaw,
Those halls,
Her god.
It all made sense back then,
When I was studying different things.
I'm lost on them.
And they're lost on me.
Close call,
Coast guard.
I'll become
But a shard.
I wanna feel better than my father
About where I sit for dinner.
I wanna feel better than my mother
When I stare out of my window.
There's gotta be somewhere on this surface
That doesn't make us feel so fucking worthless.
Hiding,
Residing,
Somewhere I
Can rest my eyes.
Patience.
It's a safe bet,
I'll feel vacant
By displacement.
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2. |
Spooky Jack O'Lantern
03:37
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Save for the solvent.
Summer's cast morale in doubt.
Inverse hybernation.
Cause I can't sleep till the sun is out.
Wait.
I finished my papers.
Countless basement ryes while you finish your exams.
Hope is battered and beaten later.
But we'll combine our desperate plans.
I'm drowning in April showers.
I'm lying beneath May flowers.
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3. |
Calf
03:50
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I miss doing puzzles,
And watching skate videos.
I miss eating waffles,
You walked your name in the snow.
I moved my bed,
The rooms other side.
Thought I felt your breath.
Thought I heard you sigh.
I miss conditional affection.
I just wanna earn.
I miss conditional affection.
I wanna deserve.
Hanging out,
At the airport.
I like to see the joy in the peoples' eyes
As they run and hide away from their lives.
This is the first time that I mentioned that out loud.
Do you ever terrify yourself?
I miss conditional affection.
I just wanna earn.
I miss conditional affection.
I wanna deserve.
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4. |
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From grocery store lunchrooms,
I plan my escape.
With everywhere to run,
But nowhere left to hide.
No shelter from the sun,
Or proof that we're alive.
Clawing at the windows,
And the basement walls.
Picking out our heroes
For their curtain calls.
From abandoned classrooms
We'll retaliate.
We have grown these routes
That will adorn our graves.
We're sentenced to life
Beneath these fields of grain.
I work in the morning,
Let's quicken the pace.
They pick the soundtrack to their lives.
Pick the songs we wanna die to.
Keep us far from kitchen knives,
Instead we stay close to you.
Clawing at the windows,
And the basement walls.
Picking out our heroes
For their curtain calls.
I hope we die.
I hope we die,
So far away from this unending sky.
Colliding in a cruel city,
Harvesting comfort and pity.
I hope we're loved as much as we're reviled.
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I fucking wish I could forget,
Your father's cabin when we met,
Just like the cursive alphabet.
I promised it would be my last.
But there's poetry in each lash,
Of your tongue on my ego's back.
Force consistency.
Embrace our tragedy.
This kinetic culture is fucking killing me.
Cursed by your mismemories.
But I can't blame you given your youthful depravity.
Don't hide your instability.
It's your only redeeming quality.
Force consistency.
Embrace our tragedy.
This kinetic culture is fucking killing me.
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Boys' Club Winnipeg, Manitoba
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