1. |
Sycamore
03:54
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Sunday Morning
10 am
Sleeping on the pews
Dreaming of
Stained glass windows
Depictions of
The Lord on the water
Woke up to the cries
Of someone shouting aloud
In tongues
And could I
as a child
Receive
such a vision?
And if I (As sent from on high)
were to turn back
Over the pages (So sent from below)
would I drown in them?
Communion wafers
Grape concentrate
In plastic cups
Sealed in cellophane
Coloring
My take home sheet
Zacchaeus on a sycamore tree
Smears of greens and blues
Scrawled over biblical hues
And could I
as a child
Receive
such a vision?
And if I (As sent from on high)
were to turn back
Over the pages (So sent from below)
would I drown in them?
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2. |
Broadus
02:30
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All the way to Broadus we heard
90 miles per hour winds and rain
Six or seven hours and
Two hundred eighty signs to kill the time
But the storm still got me down
Pulled on the doors and tore me out
All the way to Lincoln I heard
90 miles per hour winds and rain
Cowered in a basement
While the bartender smoked out in the hail
And the storm still got me down
Pulled on the doors and tore me out
There must come a time when we ask
Have we talked enough?
When every story comes back to our-selves,
Who is it for?
I don’t know
Boarded up my windows for a while
I don’t wanna talk
I thought the skies were settled, I thought
We would all get back to how we were
And the storm still had me down
Pulled on the doors and tore me out
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3. |
Bloody Nose
02:30
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Blood drips in my shower
Staining the water
Red as the flowers in June
Steam fogs up the mirrors
You’ve been gone for years
To mosquitoes lying in wait
Sleep well my sweetest
Everything is fine
Dust flies from the ground
Your tires are moving
Rotating away from me
Still, my nose keeps bleeding
Your memories are seeping
Into each part of my mind
Sleep well my sweetest
Everything is fine
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4. |
Big Light Little Light
04:36
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You're the big light
Even when you're feeling small
I'm the little light
You keep on your bedside drawer
And like a floral pattern
Sticking to your wall
After all this time
With air bubbles forming
Stubborn seams
In your dream you shake
After hours spent talking to
The one that you love
I'll shine a light
Over you
Until your eyes
begin to close
Until I fall
back to bed
And save the page
You left exposed
And like a floral pattern
Sticking to your wall
After all this time
With air bubbles forming
Stubborn seams
In your dream you shake
After hours spent talking to
The one that you love
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Wendell Tacoma, Washington
Tacoma, Washington. they/them
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