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Belladonna Daze
02:48
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I see you well
but for you I am dust
and I could be the best dust
please don't blow me away
I could've been dreaming things
and that's fine for me,
It's all better imagined
practicality will dull us all
maybe looking with bigger eyes
makes my visions come true
a photographic memory
on unexposed negatives
lazy wishes
don't morph into actions
blurred sight
is better to deluse with
In daze I see you well
for you I am dust
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2. |
Warm Spot
04:21
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All types of fatigue
from everything I've done so far
if I don't leave else behind
there'll be a warm spot
on my inactions
I slept and saw myself dreaming
of substance below the surface
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3. |
Firstforemostra
04:03
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I am sweat. Poor cloggs pored. My salt has left, I am dilution.
No longer petrified, I am fluid in all my skills. Like water they flush down me.
Scaredom, stardom, slough
Slow
S l o w-
l y e
pouring heat on stone
Low German
Lowland low
brown moss
flow
taupe tape unsticking
honey glow
glue dough
mauve money now
and snow
I would melt to know
heat hit low
self no longer found
the weather fevers
wearing down
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4. |
Bloodoo
02:44
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clinging to language
I'm making sense
we'll see again
we'll see again
in a silent world
we were better selves
we were better selves
better selves
clinging to language
we'll meet again
when making sense
as better selves
maybe karma will not hurt me
if someone has been mad with me
mad with me
we'll see again
in silent words
better people
are not talking
not talking
clinging to language
I am making sense
we'll see again
as better selves
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Singing
learned helplessness blues
like life depends on it
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6. |
Strange Woman
02:15
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You left me for New York
and other woman
the rain that fell on us
in that dark park
is now being sucked
from my pores
I went ahead to twist my ankle,
and read books of marathons.
brain-picked by my own hazy self
and my malicious mind.
I dissolved into
a strange woman
who only writes
when foreign to herself
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7. |
Saws
01:05
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8. |
True Blasphemy
04:23
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Am I the old dog
to learn a new trick or
how do you tell this story
if you yourself are not even listening
uninteresting self
a waste of mirror image,
true blasphemy
features slip the mind
the moment of reflection
Self-pity won't harm the contemplator
what may attract the blandness
who is the protagonist in boredom
will I give myself a new persona
as dull as I, just like myself
the eldest and the only child
the only one in trouble
only spoiled never spared
only spared never spoiled
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9. |
Customs
04:03
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How to homesick
when homeless
who to miss
when missing out
body in motion
is a blur
is a ghost
a grave can be dug
on any soil
heritage is the
roadmarks
& pitstops
did we really want to
build a house
on the open road?
genrelessness
is looking for ways
to be foreign
it is easy to be
a stranger,
a hard choice
to unsettle
there are customs
customs
and accustoming
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10. |
Offered Option
03:07
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An offered option
and tracked emotion
body-mapped feeling,
now how does it go?
How am I real
if no-one is listening?
Can you hear me at distance
I'm behind the glass.
I'm a vaporous person,
I arrive before rain.
Dried up by sunlight,
I have left on the train.
I'm the road novel
you never managed to finish.
If bookshelves were homes,
I stay in the suitcase.
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11. |
Foreign Woman
03:27
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"The ‘foreign woman’ remained a foreigner, just as his years of wandering had been a time merely of pointless locomotion, before he had had to turn home, back to those who were not strangers."
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12. |
Shoulder
04:00
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My days have been going by like highway dreams,
where the dry mouth keeps falling open
as the head jolts onto the seatbelt.
It’s better to sleep in transit,
images pass half-unconsciously both
through the windows and the eyelids.
When I blink my eyes at the moon,
I fail to see the same red as to the noon-day sun,
so I keep them open like
the deer we drove over last week,
and I cannot do much about it,
I have given up on the drivers’ license.
I leave driving to the others,
who think they know where they are going,
and give some leeway to my own postponed directions.
I think I am a good traveller,
as I have no urgency on arriving,
neither do I make fixed plans.
I am also a good graveller,
as I fall apart well,
without the fixed self
that isn’t intent
on becoming anything
specific.
The first is something I have read,
and I guess it is reassuring
to be good in at least something
someone external would approve.
I can now pat my own shoulder.
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Man Rei Frankfurt, Germany
No sleep / intense dreams
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