1. |
In The Style Of
00:42
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2. |
Garbage In
00:52
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In the season’s midst, fiction breathes a bit hot (too hot).
Incomplete, as if in the seed something stopped. It stalks.
If the sea, unfit, kissed the cheek of its spouse in spots,
spit the seeds and pits in the weeds where it knots.
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3. |
Slippery Sorry
03:49
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Took a detour to Saskatoon
in a little propeller plane.
Dropped an ‘I do’ and ‘I do too’.
We’re a bit too much for me.
A ring, a ring, a bumpy stone.
Thank you. Sorry.
Honolulu honeymoon
in the middle of January.
Got a new ‘do and shiny boots.
It’s a bit too much for me.
A ring, a ring, a bumpy stone.
Thank you. Sorry.
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4. |
Narn With The Clarn
00:33
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5. |
Amused By Their Comment
03:12
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Gestures with their chin down
toward the Atlantic Ocean,
cup of tea in hand, and
hangs up the phone.
Dining at their table,
thinking both of them will die soon,
incredulously they’re
turning to them.
Trying to imitate
Southern American accent.
Chew tobacco like them
and spit like them.
Lowers the divider,
pantomime without a fiber.
Nodding at the clothing
hugging their waist.
Perspiring and trembling,
tersely to them interrupting,
leaning on the railing,
cherishing them.
Working the hellish glow,
silhouetted against purple.
Vision in red and black.
Postcard image.
Amused by their comment,
focusing more on the sketching,
denying their blushing,
rendering them.
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6. |
What's Up My Dude
00:42
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Where’s my dude? There’s my dude. What’s up my dude? How do you do?
Saved a few spots for you and you and you and you and you.
Take your shoes off before you come in the room. You’re in my room.
Dana, shoo! Not for you. I put your food up top for you.
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7. |
Monsieur Monet
02:22
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They do landscapes.
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8. |
Lowercase Father
01:26
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9. |
Sticky Heat
00:43
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Got a wet bug in my eye.
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10. |
Is That Enough
00:08
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11. |
Uh Oh
03:10
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Uh oh.
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12. |
Shean And Lasso
00:46
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13. |
So Easy
00:32
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Window like a searchlight, shadow like a first time
I hate you for being so
So easy.
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14. |
Me Out
00:14
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15. |
Berry
03:56
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Cucumber delight
A twist of lime
And she with chai
Cherry drink not shy
I almost mind
A blanket lie
Landed in August
Stayed ‘til July
Do simple processes two moves at a time
(I’m your toot berry
You’re my toot Feri
Man, tou)
Do simple processes to youth summertime
(You’re my toot berry
Man, tou)
Under my under my
Underneath my maman’s toot tree
Under my under my
Underneath my maman’s toot tree
Soak them in the light
Some furtive bites
A pair of die
Rinsing a reply
I shake them dry
A tree high high
Fluency almost
Bade them goodbye
Do simple jaw routines two clicks at a time
(I’m your toot berry
You’re my toot Feri
Man, tou)
Do simple processes two moves at a time
(I’m your toot berry
You’re my toot Feri
Man, tou)
Under my under my
Underneath my maman’s toot tree
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16. |
Cardinal
00:48
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Ta Ka Ta Ki Ta
Ta Ki Ta
Ta Din Gi Na Tom
Ta Ka Di Me Ta Ka Ta Ki Ta
Ta Ka Ta Ki Ta Ta Ka Di Me
Ta Ki Ta
Ta Ka Ta Ki Ta
Tin Tin Na Dhin Na Dhin Na
Ta Ki Ta
Ta Ka Ta Ki Ta
Ta Ka Di Mi Ta Ki Ta
Ta Ka Di Mi Ta Ki Ta
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17. |
Fictional Season
01:09
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Fictional season.
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18. |
Confidence Freaks Me Out
02:13
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Squiggled scribble
Undefined
Squiggled scribble
Undefined line
Flush dead instinct
Can it be a fault
Mummy wrist flick
Calling out the scrawl
Gassed up entries
Scaffolding, a scold
Curled up face it
Confidence freaks me out
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19. |
Capital P Process
00:49
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20. |
Posers
00:45
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21. |
Validation
03:10
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Mama Joon I conclude
I put the mood up on the mood
Without preface probably true
Preservation we can assume
I am only words on a page
Rubber stamp me right on the nose
Validation Validation
Merci merci merci
Generated pat on the back
Presentation after the fact
I am interior gestures
Realization: actually though, am I?
Mama Joon thanking you Mama Joon
Validation Validation
Merci merci merci
Mama Joon I conclude
I put the mood up on the mood
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22. |
Sorry Baba
00:22
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23. |
Ey Vaay
03:28
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Ey vaay.
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24. |
Giddyup
00:56
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I don’t wanna run and hide. I wanna play hide and seek or at least find another game.
I don’t wanna stay inside.
I don’t mean to rush and climb. I’m outta days. I just need to push this tide outta the way.
I don’t wanna waste this time.
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