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Day 7
03:48
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Day 7
It’s colder upstairs when the heater fails
So we huddle under duvets
Hot water bottle near our feet
Until sleep calls
Groggy morning it’s a brisk walk
Through canals where the geese talk
Wrinkled feet like a new born
Cause we walk through puddles who’s only good is that they reflect the moon
Sleep constellations
The archer stands at the edge of a cliff
Orion there is movement
As muscles shake the arrow quavers
The archers pose is left in shambles
And a shot is fired into the night
Far from the stage that is the night sky
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Deluxe House
04:03
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“The Deluxe House”
Is this love or is this memory?
Is this reflex or is the enemy
Wafting through this bar, the lips and muscles are trained for
Certain skills therefore close enough to evoke these feelings
Like I’ve swallowed all these pills that made me sick in the first place
I grew dependent on certain thrills
This grid I’m in smells like New York City so vast it nearly drowns me as I Fight for a last gasp
So I move to the television there goes my intention, damned invention
Tossing gizmos our direction
So I date things that are worth mentioning. Thievery guides me to a nose that Ignores me.
This is the most deluxe house yet, with the sky lights to look out
Window inset, a fresh air vent.
Hand towels, fresh water for the fresh face in the mirror
Soap dispenser you’ll get that much cleaner
I need sleep too much, worn through by days untouched cycled on glass pressed tight
An impenetrable mass
Smears where the smiles showed through and dust where tears flowed
Hand prints form letters
This exercise keeps me warm like the holes in sweaters, your puzzled gestures,
These backward letters
Only read to me even when our eyes trace the same lines – it’s evident that we each find
Solely what we find
While you were restless, while you were resting I was there
Growing contentious, trying to seem like I’ve had it
Analyzing habits my worst habit playing favorites
Trying on jackets, checking pockets – I thought I had this figured
This is the most deluxe house yet, with the sky lights to look out
Window inset, a fresh air vent.
Hand towels, fresh water for the fresh face in the mirror
Soap dispenser you’ll get that much cleaner
Welcome mat, a magazine rack
Cushioned seat and a hi-tech flusher
This is the most deluxe house yet – with a skylight to look out
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Crescent
04:26
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“Crescent”
Woven is silk and worn is rag I’ve got the clothes still on my back
Farming holes from the closets sown on the second-floor bedroom my grandfather owned
Grease in the garage filled in old milk gallons traps the flying beasts as tiny fossils
Condensation rusts out the freezer it’s August now and humidity breathes here
Dodging swipes from the broom
Through the holes in the fence
A wet dog of a ghost
Escapes down the street
A flagless pole with a swinging rope, an aluminum call ringing hollow notes
It’s August here when the heatwave breaks like the brittle straws that no barefoot could take
Pound the stakes in through a dusty earth when the hammer falls ring hollow notes
Pound the stakes in this was once lush lawn but it’s for sale now and it all must go
Steal of into the woods and find yourself a pine needle bed and pound the stakes in
Woven is silk and worn is rag let the flag fly high tonight
Dodging swipes from the broom
Through the holes in the fence
A wet dog of a ghost
Escapes down the street!
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Desert
04:46
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“Desert”
I was dead when I moved to LA
But I survived when I moved far away
When I was dead I moved to West Los Angeles
But I survived when I moved to the desert
Within a swath of billboards
Blurred as they fall away from the fields of vision like shingles
On a roof are the letters in brail
Moving under the tips of my fingers as my body sets sail
It’s been some time since I have had fortune
Of time to play the hands of Oedipus in the acts of delay
Poems appear on the ceiling
While lying flat the sensation
Of someone kneeling reminds you of you
So you continue reading
The languages of the night
Are insentiently talking
Understanding sleep hovering cloudlike – in anticipation..
Of dreams to come
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Oubliette
04:19
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“Oubliette”
The smooth tiles of my wingspan remain moist with breath
No cycles just one full moon, so round and corrupt
Is it spinning or maintaining its own static energy
A spotlight dropped down on an ever-long evening in order to accent
The subtle accents of your breathing
My hands, slowly heaving – like they aim to become – part of this – alien being
That is the moon
At least it has become easier
For me to believe that to be so
Down here where the poles of reality touch on the opposite ends
Down here where the poles of reality touch on the opposite ends
The smooth tiles of my wingspan remain moist with breath
No cycles just one full moon so round and corrupt.
That is the moon
At least it has become easier
For me to believe that to be so
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Untitled
02:33
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“Untitled”
With art in one hand and revenge on the brain
let's bury this tree the one with our name
tangled in the branches it is yet to be determined what will grow
when this dead seed underground coral reef
this sapling feels ready feels ready to show --
oh muse I can't begin thank you I cant expect to shear you
my fingers from my nails or the image that survives you
teeming with ants now above where grass has grown back
someone has left flowers
oh fuse I can't resist the heat or the sight of those that heat you
in my body what I think slowly becomes less of an instinct
like first light and then prolonged blindness
cigarettes can crawl across my skin lit to map the spot where
fingers might have once been
we are not scientific - but cycles are the science of one's self
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Where I come from
04:16
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“where I come from”
Every pronoun I heard that day was you
but when I'm underneath you're umbrella I soak through
Beneath the paint of culture as it cakes through my hands
everything becomes clear - every hour of sand
Where I come from the lines are long and everyone leaves early
the radar works in reverse
so you can't keep close the obsession
without hesitation never mind the tension
I go to bed early this exercise
examine the coils as they start to unwind
March flows into November like torrents of
Identities crashing on the rocks into fragments
That, that are swept away in the currents and
united in the pools to begin - to begin again
how do we get… to the end
how do we get… to the end
I need press reset and coast without the weight of each word like betrayal against myself
it's all poetry anyway when it carefree and thoughtless
pure movement like quivering
Face reality the fires of illusion
throw yourself in the disillusioned get burnt
and only look outward through opened doors
cut the toes off and try to walk in these shoes
forget everything - and not destroy the body
to quell this heartache with large amounts of walking
and noises from nature like cars fighting neighbors
our ocean is tonight and only sharks survive the light
I need press reset and coast without the weight of each word like betrayal against myself
it's all poetry anyway when it's carefree and thoughtless
pure movement like I could be
ashamed of disgust of the weakness of others
or a judgment of myself that burrows inward
it’s all poetry anyway when it's carefree and thoughtless
pure movement like quivering
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First Divorce
04:57
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“First Divorce”
I was as melancholy as the early Beatles when the two chief song writers had not yet divorced
Creates paradise in word play, illusions of candor of the way he wrote songs that examined her movements that would have otherwise gone unnoticed
Became poems and scratches in a notebook filled with dried flowers and anger the perfume of life that we savor
Hidden beneath a sweetness, combines the dead serious. Embodies the process of freehand analysis
Sit back and let the bones of conversation keep you up – the legs in your brain walk miles in the same old sand
But as the mail crests in. Invitations tell you when to show up. I lose my focus when your eyes light up. You know those patterns I fall back on. I could listen to you tell stories…
All night long, the waving light. The radio delights you. The path which you seek is like a map electricity used to find you
I’m cut by your peripheral
Though I keep my effort minimal I’m only staring through reaching for this cargo –
That you could not lead me to
I’m cut by your peripheral
Though I keep my effort minimal I’m only staring through reaching for this cargo –
That you could not lead me to
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Ocean
03:47
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With all the time in the world and the world flat hills of ice
screws turn wave chop from thread to thread
mist in the low foamy clouds cover the violence
submerged a testament to ages of momentum
dark nights and grey mornings twilights and tornadoes
sun-drenched skies walk on uneven aquatic thighs
Hurricanes rival independent nations
these are Olympics without tacticians
running so fast the motion freezes
there’s no scenery to draw comparison to.
In the ocean 90 degree turns are matters
of playful opinion
strength through repetition lungs of kite fly high
in your breath the wings that carve Cape Cod brush their talons over rock
In movement everything is liquid
intrinsic in liquid everything mixes
In movement everything is liquid
intrinsic in liquid everything mixes
In the ocean 90 degree turns are matters
of playful opinion
strength through repetition lungs of kite fly high
in your breath the winds that carved Cape Cod
In the ocean...
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“The Great Collective”
You look at me and then you look at the money. Never mind that the uninterrupted complex sense of melody
That you - that you pushed me into, into creating is starting, starting to sound like you the great collective churning
Starting to sound like water, the great collective burning when I should be thinking of a new name for wind that begins with
The letter “L” I’m found rehearsing
the currents so that they rise and fall.
Oh so convincingly they all – They rise and fall so convincingly
so convincingly they fall
they rise and fall so convincingly
so convincingly they fall
And made to order at least reminiscent of some kind of order as it’s not so much the originality as it is
The fish wrap of geometry that it gets delivered to you in and there are only so many shapes of things that magnify all derivatives so it’s an easy thing to pay attention –
If you don’t mind
That sinking feeling
That is there to remind you
That we are all just floating
Floating right by you
“Coda”
Don’t you know
That you are
Emptiness
Without art
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The Union Ares
The Union Ares is Todd Giles, Iain Dallas and Huw Gurden. and Todd Giles, Mike Bailey and Gabry de
Waaij
Todd used to play in Kolya. Huw and Iain Play in Carson Wells. we are Scotland based.
Todd, Mike and Gabry are plying our trade based out of The Hague.
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