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>you don’t wanna get too damn highbut you don’t wanna slip back to sleepwith this skyward movement in mind i present‘the great northern new jersey morning mix’ Neutral Milk Hotel – April 8thHercules & Love Affair – Raise Me UpThe Mountain Goats – Collapsing Stars (version from Dilaudid EP)The Mountain Goats – Ox Baker TriumphantThe Mountain…

>class 1 beneath, above, of, back, down, and, on, class 2 I’m, me, my, I, I, have, to, class 3sitting, live (adj), wishing, blinking, was, shoot, into, print, out, paste, class 4oak, plane, Darin, wall, class 5the, the, a, that, so, them, them, the, class 6would, could

>more importantly the horse slides. in on its knees, i won’t turn around.but i know the sound — won’t look.maybe the chili is having its way.a memory aid — nothing the same.and everything you’ll learn from me.came from one book. i can tell you.where, i can say this or there, but.here is a filter creating…

> languish                                              there’s a willful poem pine                                              once written droop  …

> there are the old tropes the reaper swinging his grim scowl a distant, longing victim chained to posts and deep mercy vultures contemplating victimhood their flapping contrapositives  their lack of teeth does not them lack but to snuff the fire, the impulse toward flame even in the prolonged suffering of birth ignites in a…

>The woman is above me and her body chantsColloid mane washes across my faceHoney drips, undresses, digs her heels into my tongueMy fingers buried in her unexpected softness, traceadipose at the shoulders, pure white gracethe bell of silence struck and sungbut colorless, maybe real never rung. … [posted:12012010-edit1:12032010][edit2:12042010-edit3:12052010][edit4:12092010-edit5:12192010] (i just can’t fiddle with the dictionanymore it’s time to move…

>on eight purple post-it notesi sketch the sure sound of my heelstriking the rug / yr scampering heartbeat escapes and climbs beside my eye, into my ears fills my lungs. i’ll try to keep my cupfar enough from, i have proven ruin so i’m unable to promise this spill. … [posted 11272010 – revised 11302010]

>sour, profitless thingscat hair, drifting clumps of dogwhen my lover wakes soft and unwashed she tosses my cover to the floor she partitions, in other words. brushes her teeth, applies a maskwashes her face then anoints the maplike a slippery film, guaranteeing breathwhen miles from the unmade mess shestrikes a flint and sparks the slick veneer pain makes her proud.…

>yr wide eyes would know beyond this here doorframeif yr head was yr only; yesterday the sky is clear and blueeach cloud throws blocks; blocking, each cloud spins across a definite line, parallel yet flagging above the horizonlike a thread, loosed from the loose hem hanging off the shoulder of an expensive navy jacket,that you’ll never…