The Fuck to Write.

Rest not worth retaking

Some undermining qualities

Total annihilation

And expectorated flattery

Real tissue blood’s black

Like the raveness coattails

Ridden corporate saddle

And a harness made of entrails

Thoughtless hatching too many eggs in my basket

A creature of habit

Quenched on the sabbath

So much familiar we could glide without eyes

From dawn on till dusk

Life-

As we’ve devised

Then the hour arrives when you peel back your flesh

And you bear your own witness

Really taste what you’ve missed

Crisis of identity is putting it lightly

Varies so little in body to body

Skins swapped like sinewy suits

She becomes me and I become you

Cooler heads politely prevail

Leave the burners on

Keep the kids in their beds

This whole damn town

Wrapped around my neck

Twisting on its own

A vengeful tourniquet

I’d like to crack a couple bones

Seep some red beside my shoes

Spill some paint poured on the shore

Let the tide take it out

The saltwater so sanguine

A mural in the current

i am the marionette of justice

when strings are pulled too tightly

my seams open and all certainty spills out

a pool of radiance on the pavement

except that i am blind to it

the inner glow that guides my judgement

now a mirror to the streetlamp

the vanity of illumination leaves nothing for me

fourteen flags waving on the horizon

seven million skulls scattered ‘cross the flatlands

of all the directions

it’s no surprise where we’re going

we’ll surely pay a visit to the realm of the dead man

swallow a pistol and choke on its safety

maybe the reaper will take a sick day

shatter preconceptions

sink through hellish depths and

fade

F U C K

faith undermines candid kindness

somethings faltering within the boards

the circuits entwined and ligaments torn

tracing the shortage back to the source

not so much a solution as an inborn root

that little capsule door where a wire hangs out

tugging at it’s forbidden while we live in the now

then how’s about we disperse the cloud

sifting shifting our faces and mouths

administering surgery on shorting chest cavities

eyes flickered faithlessly while a heart cried perjury

swearing to gods beyond our command

an organic directory

upon our skin

lays its plan

Holy Shit This Is Awesome

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Sifters

If sound is a wave like a wave on the ocean

Moon plays the ocean like a violin

Pushing and pulling from shore to shore

Biggest melody you never heard before

What if I were the night sky

What if I were the night sky

Here’s my lullaby, my lullaby to leave by


Lullaby to leave by

If I were the night

What if we hadn’t been born at the same time

What if you were 75 and I were 9

Would I come visit you

Bring you cookies in an old folks home

Would you be there alone

And when the late summer lightning fires off in your arms

Will I remember to breathe, no I never will

And if I could convince you that I mean you no harm

Just want to show you how not to need

If I were the night sky

Here’s my lullaby, my lullaby to leave by

If I were the night

What if we hadn’t been each other at the same time

Would you tell me all the stories from when you were young and in your prime

Would I rock you to sleep

Would you tell all the secrets you don’t need to keep

Would I still miss you

Or would you then have been mine

If sound is a wave like a wave on the ocean

Moon plays the ocean like a violin

-Andrew Bird