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Our maiden names are middling,
Lanyard as a naval office decked on call.
Luther, Wilkes, Tecumseh,
Edgar, Wendall, Scott, Paul, Delano, Graham.
Cue: “All the other blackbirds knew.
I know it’s true.
I’d rather smart a spell to hear the news from you.”
15 million dollars. 15 millions dollars.
Who would e’er refuse?
15 million dollars. Oh, 15 million dollars.
Who could stand to lose?
“Let’s double down the M-I-S-S.”
“I’m tired. Aren’t you?”
That’s such a way to waste a fine canoe.
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The Art of Memory
03:29
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It’s been the wrong time for a vacuum.
And now that you’re twelve days in the gray I feel more comfortable.
Just pay back that twenty spot forget-me-not.
I’ll stretch and see you soon.
Oh I’m steeped in the beet-blood of an old race
Of gentlemen whose alls depend on ladies’ grace.
So, you put the hurt on sideways
And pretend that you wanted to go.
And I’ll stay.
But if you want to, you can make the most of fold and folk.
And I’ll say:
If you want to, you can shake your own complaints.
The roads go back to your old ways.
Come home.
I’m coming back home.
Come home.
I’m coming.
And I’ll stay.
If you want to, we can make the most, encave and cope.
And I’ll say:
If you want to, we can raise a toast to flame and folk.
And I’ll say:
Don’t hesitate. I’m programmed to the slow jams of the hit parade
And it’s only been one day.
Time’s a tease and tinkering ticking away.
Keep caping your name, I’m roping you back to your old ways.
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Sleight of Hand
03:42
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Please take this raft away.
I lift and shake.
What have you weighed?
I’ll walk you home.
Don’t leave your hands alone
To chance, to chance.
Haven’t you bailiffs where I rest my cases?
You cut into my stacked decks and hold;
My sleight of hand folds.
Each age is pressed to say:
We’ll make it past.
But that’s all you have.
Whitewater traps
Will shred this mountain pass
Unless, unless...
You cut into my stacked decks and hold;
My sleight of hand folds.
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Don’t take my word.
Any deserts/desserts deserve adequate research.
Forget the burden I’ve interred.
Suffer the worst of your traveler’s insurance.
So say you go and away we go--
I keep it all in my own.
Or say you don’t and away we go--
I leave it all on my lonesome.
What’s the benefit in this load:
Ruin the engine and wreck the suspension?
Deliver evidence and I’ll fold
Or see you recuse when I tire of excuses.
So say you go and away we go--
I keep it all in my own.
Or say you don’t and away we go--
I leave it all on my lonesome.
Way to go. Away we go.
I'll keep you all in my restless moments.
I am half of a man to these antic Hispanics,
A shade of a man to these rapt academics. Or so I’m told.
Oh, how will we go that fork in the road?
Chicago is a shorter way home. But San Francisco’s golden.
Vindaloo. (“I love you too.”)
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If Less Is More
04:56
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The several times you’ve owned to walking in your shadow
Arrange in each a case at length to hold
Your claims--still far in tone from burned on flesh or set in stone--
To task until I’ve closed on your “I won’t”.
But when the mess upends the mending motion,
Oh, are all of my attempts a host?
If less is more I hope you don’t notice.
And if’n less is more I hope you don’t…
The bags and baggy tips are for the bellman.
The room’s a cozy home to wreck and roll.
If I have a pick to plumb your poor sentimental amor,
Is there a coal I’ll abhor in my role:
Be drone, be droll?
That now the reins are knots deranged and groping,
Oh, are all of my attempts as gross?
If less is more I hope you don’t notice.
And if’n less is more I hope you don’t…
If less is more I hope you don’t notice.
And if’n less is more I hope you don’t go.
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