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with the light half gone
and my head just laughed-at baggage,
i can count on you
to pick the best in me apart.
if it gets me down
it is sure to make me better.
i can count my loves
on the fingers of one hand.
with the world burned out
and the things i've said forgotten,
i can hold you near
and be the darkness that you crave.
i am of the end
i'm the nadir of your lifeline.
you can count on me
to keep you in the shadow lands.
and my head just laughed-at baggage,
i can count on you
to pick the best in me apart.
if it gets me down
it is sure to make me better.
i can count my loves
on the fingers of one hand.
with the world burned out
and the things i've said forgotten,
i can hold you near
and be the darkness that you crave.
i am of the end
i'm the nadir of your lifeline.
you can count on me
to keep you in the shadow lands.
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First Flight
How frightening that first flight must have been,
hearts racing into the unknown,
and I should wonder how those men felt
at the first takeoff into the air,
gusts of wind beneath fragile wings,
if not for loving you.
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instructions on never falling out of love
invent countless scenarios where pieces
fall into places and you fall into
his arms.
rip your chest up with bitten nails,
scourge your insides with laser-sharp
self-homing
precision-guided missiles
of unending scrutiny:
what's missing, what's missing,
what's missing.
discard fictions, soft-spoken and faceless.
you've met the real deal
and he doesn't want you.
write songs, write
this poem,
write, sing, remember
old melodies
of the broken loves of your youth.
tell yourself every bit of pain that had
passed through you before
carved a perfect spot
for this love to fill.
tell yourself, you loved him before you met him.
what you've learnt to
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Flicker II
My eyes flick up as they latch onto you like webs caught in the wind. In an instant I’m hexed, tied up with your whiskey blinks and misty southern breath. I’m breathing shallow, like woodwind with open holes; defective, and empty of melody. I take a drag, and watch as your eyes slip down from my lips and onto my neck, smoothing down to touch my waist as if you were stroking away creases, glitter; last night’s powder. You swipe back up my body and move closer, and with every one-second-step you make I count them like sheep, trying to lull my heart back into a transient flutter. Rule one: They are customers. Their feelings are
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nadir. Written September 25, 1999.
Another 15-year-old song, another important piece of my considerable puzzle.
There's a demo here, if you're interested, but just know that I am not a guitar player. Like, not at all. That doesn't bother me, though. I'm way past being embarrassed about these old songs now.
Another 15-year-old song, another important piece of my considerable puzzle.
There's a demo here, if you're interested, but just know that I am not a guitar player. Like, not at all. That doesn't bother me, though. I'm way past being embarrassed about these old songs now.
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