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THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM – GREAT EXPECTATIONS Mary, this station is playing every sad song. I remember like we were alive. I heard it Sunday morn’ from inside of these walls. In a prison cell, where we spent those nights. And they burnt up the diner where I always used to find her. Licking young [...] ELECTION YEAR A jet of mere phantom Is a brook, as the land around Turns rocky and hollow. Those airplane sounds Are the drowning of bicyclists. Leaping, a bridesmaid leaps. You asked for my autobiography. Imagine the greeny clicking sound Of hummingbirds in a dry wood, And there you’d have it. Other birds Pour over [...] NEW PORNOGRAPHERS – MYRIAD HARBOUR I took a plane, I took a train. Ah! Who cares? You always end up in the city. I said to Carl: “look up for once, See just how the sun sets in the sky.” I said to John: “do you think the girls here Ever wonder how they [...] Thursday’s early morning storm provides the inspiration for this week’s edition of Poetry Friday. Spring Snow A spring snow coincides with plum blossoms. In a month, you will forget, then remember when nine ravens perched in the elm sway in wind. I will remember when I brake to a stop, and a hubcap rolls [...] NEW PORNOGRAPHERS – CHALLENGERS Yes I know it was late We were greeting the sun Before long And you live with someone I live with somebody too Leave it there For safe keeping One of the west village in plains That was the custom Come dawn On the walls of the day In the [...] EASTER MORNING a stone at dawn cold water in the basin these walls’ rough plaster imageless after the hammering of so much insistence on the need for naming after the travesties that passed as faces, grace: the unction of sheer nonexistence upwelling in this hyacinthine freshet of the unnamed the faceless — Amy Clampitt (1920 [...] Had an appointment with the crazy doctor tonight … and I’ve got a lot of thinking to do about some of the things that have been going through my head the past week or so. Things like: Beating myself up for stepping out of my comfort zone, and failing. Rather than beating myself up, I [...] DOA – THE PRISONER Apartment walls, halls are small Government building site much too small These tiny boxes won’t let me out These tiny boxes are too remote It’s a screaming mess Television city dream Your robot’s eyes gleam In my future dream Yeah hey! It’s not fate or chance It’s the money in [...] |
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