1. |
Buried With A Coin
04:53
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Buried With A Coin (Cornetta/Trainor)
nerves could speak, and they were bawling
with a last attempt to take control of your net weight
the constant was avian, and you helpless, bones not hollow, all complacent
witness a feast, verdict: guilty
gravity waning, your pulse maligned,
kick to tread, you drown
he absorbs the corruption in his atria
his heart is heavier than the truth
that gives flight to the deity
a scale he can't tip
a situation beyond control
his life a treat for beasts
an aftertaste of oblivion
curse
had he the wealth
begets
a book would supercede his sins
curse
had he the choice
begets
he would try again
curse
had he the chance
begets
he would fail
curse
all the colors of life
are lost in the opaque white
blows of retribution
paid in full
and you can only wish that they
would feed an earthenware baboon
to promise you the breath
you took for granted every day
curse begets curse begets curse
why listen,
curse begets curse begets curse
why?
curse begets curse begets curse
when you can just
pray that you are not
as weak and willing
as your digits, limbs and skin
pray
that you are not
as weak and willing
as your digits, limbs and skin
pray
that you are not
so weak,
and so willing
to give it all up
nerves could speak, and they were bawling
with a last attempt to take control of your net weight
the constant was avian, and you helpless, bones not hollow, all complacent
witness a feast, verdict: guilty
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2. |
Eighth Notch
03:35
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Eighth Notch (Cornetta/Trainor)
I watched the lamp's aura fly away
back here with me and then disappear
I stand, and there is the same phenomenon outside
stars as smear marks on the night sky
scraping over rails
leather and lace
pressing a bound instep
never enough
brachialis
aching, aching
overzealous thinking
solution sets and running starts
some stitches will always need mending
you're a breathing diorama
each stride marks the graph
bent knees, clocks, facts
and arrogance
illustrate enigmatic truths boldly
tempera painted for an A
with intervals in glitter glue
sweat in your eyes
you blink out the scale
fists clenched and muscles taught
brachialis
aching, aching
overzealous thinking
frantically leaning
into the charge
some rules are never worth bending
I watched the lamp's aura fly away
back here with me and then disappear
I stand, and there is the same phenomenon outside
stars as smear marks on the night sky
collapsed into the question
on the partition
broken and certain
that there is nothing else
passengers violated
unamused agitators
barking at you for not
cheering their cause
beyond comprehending
comfort is accepting
that in the end
the answer is not yours.
scraping over rails
we can't measure what we've erased
scraping over rails
motion clashing with your pace
scraping over rails
and the cobbler is not around
to heal the
tears in your hide
breaking your stride
you can't outrun
faith and design
condemning inertia
bent on solution
purge this prostration
solve it
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3. |
Pyrometric
03:50
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Pyrometric (Cornetta/Trainor)
The fire seals the glaze
And defies the earth in vitrified betrayal
And tired of the race
Is your finish, patina, faux?
Panic incubating
But don't call it an emptiness
Not a vacuum
A nebulous cloud
Entire seams evade the eyes of most who will appraise
It's becoming all to clear
That I must choose, that I must pick
One job, one woman, one street, one house, one life
And I don't know how to do it
No resolution fits in my iambic pentameter
In this centigrade circumstance nitrogen will repent
For in its neglect and arrogance
It has become unwanted
And its collective benefits
Will be overthrown by creation
Panic incubating
But don't call it an emptiness
Not a vacuum
A nebulous cloud with shrapnel fired
Across teeth and lips
An idea imprisoned
An emotion with insomnia
Once the fire seals the glaze
And defies the earth in vitrified betrayal
Entire seams evade the eyes of most who give praise
Once kaolin so fragile while so thin
Translucent
Blessed is the pedestal caught reveling beneath
This synthetic rebirth
And what about the pages?
Has their potential been met?
Can the tenants afford the rent?
Is this just another squandered opportunity?
Found in this and measured at higher cones
The fire seals the glaze
And provides the earth with hope
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4. |
The Concertina Movement
07:19
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The Concertina Movement (Cornetta/Trainor)
Marrow changing parties
We deem unfit so
Carve out frames and borders
To control our pets
All dust is composed
So well, so well
Assuage with placatory fare
Sweet bliss and nectar
Sugar will not suffice
You need this passage
To bring you home
Listen before you claim it all
It may not taste of what you know
Blood teeth ink and oil
Blood lips faith and competence
An equitable tithe
An answer became the answer
A way became the way
A choice became the choice
And A began to wear ONLY when it went outside
It's the only way it could
Show itself to the world
Moments defaced by our own hands are toothless and lame
They stumble over their deformity so credit us with their stride.
We are
Marrow changing parties
We deem unfit so
Carve out frames and borders
To control our pets
All dust is composed
So well, so well
Assuage with placatory fare
Sweet bliss and nectar
Sugar will not suffice
He's terrified, hiding, and clothed;
Fig leaves from an apple tree
Listening to the leaves shiver in a manicured jungle.
He's coming he says it's all her fault
Now he shakes more than a simple breeze could make him.
Only excuses and camouflage can stop him from dissolving into sand.
He's sorry but it's external.
Moments defaced by our own hands are toothless and lame
They stumble over their deformity so credit us with their stride.
We are omnipresent gods.
An answer became the answer
A way became the way
A choice became the choice
And A began to wear ONLY when it went outside
It's the only way it could
Show itself to the world
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5. |
Actuate
05:52
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Actuate (Cornetta/Trainor)
Executing plan A.
No more drafts, no peer edits.
No rewrites, the time has come.
Panic. Quake. Tremor.
So much for the romance of merit and discipline.
They all want you to be prettier.
Abandon the subtle dance of petrified urgency.
Panic. Quake. Tremor.
Familiar walls catching promises decorating a small brass hook.
The calendar falls into obsoletion but you still count days and weeks.
Sacred numbers dripping from the walls of the cellar,
a Sumerian sense of time.
We've inherited that sticky sweat, the tradition of patience.
Just wait, it'll all come with time.
Things tend to assemble themselves:
the granulated apron of sand, that arborous toupee.
Just wait.
Cognition must reconcile a perfect sequence of contractions;
with heat, vibration and respiration under your control.
Only in the meantime. Meanwhile...
This is not a test of intelligence.
This is the choice the path pivotal and profound.
Sacred numbers dripping from the walls of the cellar,
a Sumerian sense of time.
We've inherited that sticky sweat, the tradition of patience.
Just wait, it'll all come with time.
Things tend to assemble themselves:
the granulated apron of sand, that arborous toupee.
Just wait.
Just a seasonal reflection of who you have become.
Changing winds and mirrors have no bearing on decision.
I remember when I had marble lungs;
never thirsty, always level with the ground,
an easier track for water to run across.
But it never moved.
Just a timid circle of water, never daring enough.
Only in the meantime. Meanwhile...
This is not a test of intelligence.
This is the choice the path pivotal and profound.
So much for the romance of merit and discipline.
They all want you to be prettier.
Abandon the subtle dance of petrified urgency.
Panic. Quake. Tremor.
Have you written it down?
Have you spoken it aloud?
Have you wasted precious ink and paper on epitaphs and eulogies?
There is no now, only in the meantime.
Then what if I wait until tomorrow?
When I have the chance--never now--after I finish this,
when it's convenient?
I don't feel like it.
Never now.
So much for the romance.
Only in the meantime. Meanwhile...
This is not a test of intelligence.
This is the choice the path pivotal and profound.
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