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The Minotaur
10:32
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The minotaur waits Shaped from the glow
Polishing the seeds He dug from the snow
The minotaur waits With notches I his nose
Swallowing the thing
That drank from his clothes
the minotaur drinks
the hollow of his fist
crushing with his thumb the jaw of a fish
the minotaur sits funneling his lips
swaying with the club strung from his hip
the minotaur was born clutching at my ribs
muzzling my breast and digging at my wrist
the minotaur rent
the columns of his crib
the very night I planned on asphyxiating him
the minotaur waits lapping at the swill
singeing off his wounds in the ducts of a mill
the minotaur sits folding out the gills
handling with care as he always will
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The Mill
07:31
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3. |
Are You Afraid Of Me
09:50
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Are you afraid of me
Hubcap eyes and swung out cheeks
Must every friendship be
The ramparts of some dogged siege
With my ceramic teeth
I pulled the veins from every leaf
Funded privately
I drilled the sap from every tree
Are you afraid of me
The implications of my chivalry
Whatever they may be
We’ll dull the edges of our cutlery
Must every friend ship be
Dueling bids for neutrality
Funded privately
I’m on the verge of some monstrosity
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4. |
The Minotaur's Cave
06:36
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5. |
The Queen
07:56
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It Goes
02:14
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something
it goes
communicating with plagues yawning out from taverns sleeping with elbows
it sits on its gutting
like a train car
old
with curtains and a porch
now
the train cars are none of that
mesh chairs
pilot windows
they shutter past one another
thrashing from their reels
windows aligning for only moments one after another
a spectator of highways
see these pickup trucks that shoulder entire refineries on their back wheels
see these Sci fi Sedans
that encapsulate their decades in their efforts to surpass them
see these coupled corduroy shipping containers
lead by goateed trollies with goateed pilots
and Elmo gaping mouth
strung to the truck’s muzzle a retired messiah
I associate tin with the sacrificings in a pediatric office please take off your shirt
wear that gown
lie down on the table with the paper strip the strip renews itself
for some reason
the stickers are always planetary
Saturn seems intimately orbited by a white and silver gash in the wall
against which the sun looks like a burn victim
I look animated
the doctor is gone
kneeling in some other cave massaging scenes of wax into their wall
he walks out into what goes
and waits for sound to prove it
the cave’s warm light hangs on him nestled in the blades
of his turning shirt
something out there-
crusted on the sleeping beaks
misted with the holographic mountains
something it goes
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7. |
Found In Train Yard
12:44
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Hear my staggered breath in pause
Watch these rigid muscles thaw
Clout my blood in pipes of rust
Knot the stem between my lungs
carbonate this stagnant wine
help me drink my measured time
fossiled rails sink and climb
sloping grasses fold and dive
somewhere in these strung-out trees
spread my gutted subway dreams
swollen names with bolted seems
sprawl across these vented frames
and I scratch cells from bulging foam
with fingers died from leather torn
float my grave on painted ferns
grind these capsules from my horns
hold me in your dampened glow
bag my limbs for numbered rows
planetary microscopes
probe the sweat scraped from my clothes
spoon the frosting of my eyes
tong my dreams of sculpted ice
leave these worms to clutch and dry
the songs I wrote before I died
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Lullaby For Minotaur
02:35
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My eyes went numb
And so will yours
Lashes jut like darkened thorns
Calm those lips
With swollen words
Clean the mercy from your horns
Show you to
our torpid lord
his sulfur nails are waning shores
he held his lips
to every word
my eyes are numb and so are yours
mountains died
when you were born
no one knows you anymore
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