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Pick me.
Swear to give an honest
History and have something to say.
Too shy,
Please pardon the obliqueness.
Trust I feel it’s better this way.
Might be wrong—
Certain possibility.
Let no one say I didn’t try.
Narration:
Highly unreliable...
Self-aware voices are the ones that lie.

Ambulatory
Locked-in syndrome.
Very grateful that I got caught.
Style or substance?
Grief or declension?
Delightfully useless from what I’ve been taught.

Crafting
Charming mythologies
For stale water liquor noise choking the bars.
Illuminate
Washed out auroras
Brooklyn light-pollution obscuring the stars.
Pipe steam
Leaking from the sidewalk.
Whirlwind twisting in the dust dry air.
Voices
Drowned in the commotion.
Silent desires emerge as a prayer.

Salvaging function,
Personality broken:
Talking and drugs for the schizoid type.
Cigar-box crib,
Oven incubation.
Wearing me down with a familiar gripe.

She asked me once,
I hope she won’t ask me again.
She asked me once,
I hope she won’t ask me again.
She asked me once
I hope she won’t ask me again.
She asked me once…

Amtrak whistle
Over the suburbs.
Lonely murmur of 4 am.
Pleiades gazing.
Phantom amputations.
Black mold mornings left choking with phlegm

Green streaks
Of rain cooper weeping
From the stained glass Mary in the red door church.
Journals
From hi-fi mystics
Rudderless zeal left me stuck in the lurch.
Hungry:
But know I’m still living.
No thought out execution or impulse control.
Desire's
Never gunna tell you
If you’re chasing a mirage for your ultimate goal.

Hourly rooms
From blood donations:
A fair price to pay fifty years ago.
But you know these days
Blood, bone, and sinews
Never gunna cover the price you owe.
Broken teeth,
Broken promises:
In my esteem her legend breaks my heart.
Waiting on a miracle,
No, it’s never coming.
Disillusioned with the grander of art.

She asked me once;
I hope she won’t ask me again.
She asked me once;
I hope she won’t ask me again.
Rain to purify is coming,
But she don’t know when.
She showed me she’s a prophet;
Hope she doesn’t show me again.

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from Dream Worshipers, track released May 19, 2015

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