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Doomed From the Kiss!
03:04
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doomed from the kiss
your lips, a January rain
for old acquaintance be forgot
in the seams that line your legs
warm your body in the ocean
warm, your wild and naked charm
warm, the promise of a new year
the scars upon our hearts
we're doomed from the kiss, Camellia
I read the line, from palm to wrist
and we were always
doomed from the kiss
in the strip-mall shopping center,
will our mothers ever approve?
sleeping 'neath the stairwell
writing songs in utility rooms
violent riders, try to stop us
waving around their hot pink guns
throw that pistol in the ocean
violent visions, rarely miss
that's a fatal premonition
we were always doomed from the kiss
we're doomed from the kiss, Camellia
I read the line, from palm to wrist
and we were always doomed from the kiss
and we can't get down
no, we won't come down
it's an awful sound
when the distant swell of wedding bells
has a distinct burning smell
you're doomed from the kiss, Camellia
I read the line, from palm to wrist
and we were always doomed from the kiss
we're doomed from the kiss, Camellia
fatal visions, rarely miss
we were always doomed from the kiss
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good news grows on the ground
around your prickle-berry balance beam
for when I lean and fall
and bramble berries ravage me
I know that I'll be fine
If I pick apart a dandelion
he wants his coffee with a smile
as if you didn't just wake up and
brew the pot, and grind the bean
from a night of ripped-up magazines
drinking paint and dripping wine
and picking up dandelions
we sailed a roof upon the wind
upon a rash of hurricanes
and when their wrath of fury fell
I found a phone to file a claim
they said, "before we can decide,
you must pick up all the dandelions"
I thought you flipped a switch and kicked the town
found an island all for yourself
you might've let me know how you're found
but you know I never read the mail
the surprise, when I turned the light
you were holding out a dandelion
so I picked apart a dandelion
now all the seasons have erode
the fall dissolved
and now you're talking like you gotta go
like all the stars aligned
when you picked apart a dandelion
I guess your other lover's back in town
cause all the sudden I'm prone to count
she loves me not; she loves me now
and every other time
I pick apart a dandelion
so I pick apart a dandelion
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3. |
Bee-Sting Creek
02:07
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The sun splashed off the water
shimmering on the skeletons of cypress bones
and in the shade of your sunhat, brim-wide
sunlight got by
casting star-like freckles around your eyes
Your lips dividing and curling
embroidering a spendor ‘round your two front teeth
and in the glare of your blue eyes dancing
I could hardly see
I could hardly see
hardly see
hardly see a thing
Floating on a log down the creek
the busy bee saw it fit to sting me
as my hand came blindly down
I’m walking around so blindly now
in the sunlight upside down
I could hardly see
hardly see
hardly see a thing
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Half-Moon Hollow
04:04
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the blueberry crumble of the bakery scone
warm, our welcome in the Pisgah snow
the cardamom aroma of a hot mulled wine:
cold tonight in Half-Moon Hollow
berry-red Blue-Ridge mountain ash
tunnel-dip down a rhododendron path
found a pretty place to write
wind up crying out our eyes
one more night in Half-Moon Hollow
tears are frozen to your face
the cards did caution stay away
stay away from all the awe
but the ice did thaw in Half-Moon Hollow
the weight you bear, I barely comprehend
dragging lines of false advance
of every crooked, coward hand
that ever had the rotten chance;
one more dance in Half-Moon Hollow?
and I don't want to go
no, I don't want to go
back alone
you deal me and I'll deal you
the deck the fates will cut to choose
no matter who's upon your cards
the hangman hangs 'round Half-Moon Hollow
signs and omens pave the way
swine in semis swerve and sway
a 20-car pile-up on the interstate
only one path clear to take
the path up back to Half-Moon Hollow
and I don't want to go
no I don't want to go
back alone
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False Hemlock
02:08
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I could go up on my own.
I could.
I can't tell:
half-hindered,
almost morose,
cursive on the back
of magnesium hemlock
— or false hemlock?
Fir like feather
like endings of nerves.
A photo that reads,
“thank you for these weeks,”
this one-hand count of,
up to here, happy weeks.
Up to here, weeks.
I can't tell.
I can't tell.
Hemlock,
or false hemlock?
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Camellia
02:31
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Camellia, don't get blown away
ten-gallon trash cans
and they're blowing down
the alleyway
while you gather up your things
I'll slow-drip coffee
'neath the steering wheel,
cowering
once we cross that river’s edge
clouds will scatter and break
like oak tree limbs in gale-force winds
we don't have to be
anything we don't want to be
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Firefly Farm
03:01
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on the firefly farm
'neath the laurel leaves
in winterbloom
mid-afternoon
slumber
the first hummingbird
that you've ever seen
harvesting sweet
end-of-winter
nectar
and lightly we arise
to write a song
of great women
in grave situations
and lightly we arise
to write a song
of ancient women,
one-hundred feet tall,
the fallen winter,
and the moss
in the doorway
and lightly we arise
to have it all
the writhing rhythms
of naked palms
all effervescent
foreverafter
always
when you need to leave
remember me
on my front-porch swing
on a winter day
that felt like spring
and when you turn to go
pretend I put on a show
the front yard, all aglow,
in firefly lanterns
chasing down the song
that we were after
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Honest Honey
03:03
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they hum when they file in the orchard
they hum in the jailbar trees
they hum and they hide and they watch you
their hum we do not heed
we robbed the hive sweet
now I don't know if I can trust you
I roam the loblolly
a-wandering for honest honey
nightfall in the pine-wall hollow
in the rise of the honeybee hum
in a bed of sap and needle
I know not what I've done
we robbed the hive sweet
now I don't know if I can trust you
I roam the loblolly
a-wandering for honest honey
did you find two souls a-waiver?
no hum, so sweet, they sing
might it be you and I dream-walking?
I was not listening
we robbed the hive sweet
now I don't know if I can trust you
I roam the loblolly
a-wandering for honest honey
I'm just out for honest honey
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Carousel
00:45
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my dreams went wild when I met you
on sweet mango, short-grain rice
we hummed our wings 'neath mountain leaves
on a farm for fireflies
we hummed for the fierce and the fallen
brought tears to their feline eyes
and last we hummed to collapse in grass
moon-gazing side by side
oh the moon, she moves you
she sways you to and fro
sway back to me, sway back and sing,
“Sweet Mango, Short-Grain Rice”
alone, I'm much too frail to sing
alone, too frail to hum
sway back to me, sway back and sing,
“Sweet Mango, Short-Grain Rice”
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