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Brisling
03:12
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Mechanism to keep my distance
Small spikes helpful spine
Flicking silver on the huge screen
Fugitive been a long day
I am the car and the cargo
Heading for the dynamo
Open the forbidden book
Portal to the next zone
In the school of fish I swam straight As
Every test i had the answers was recess
Heard the bell it never stopped ringing
Silent choir kept streaming
I was the boat and the low note
Heading for the whirlpool
Open the video store
Let me check out my future
Concentric curse
What could be worse
Loose knots release the vessel
Straight over the trestle
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2. |
December Star
01:40
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My ceiling became see through
On the coldest night of the year
December star
Came screaming through
Couldn't avoid the angels
They followed me for weeks
Pointing out my best options
Forgave me when I did nothing
December star
Shining notes
My filter is strong
For noise and beyond
Echo - check
Filter - check
Radar - check
Now I can see you
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3. |
Foggy Oath
05:10
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Red leaves bled on the ground
Maple sap running out the clock
Sand moving slowly
Like you know me
Only seen through a periscope
And the submarine is leaking
Wet filling the coliseum
Jelly donut trapping us all
On the inside edible walls
I took a foggy oath
Made the day a lot slower
Each second ticking a new condition
Axiomatic rhythm
Prune trees sticking up like zombies
Raising their hands well paid extras
View from coach i can see the treasure
Invisible every row
Took a foggy oath it made my day
Smushed bowl out of clay
Never shaped the same way
But pound after pound I’m turning them out
You seem ungrateful
Crying long after the train left
Whistle heading dark west
Never saw my suggestion
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4. |
Kernel Panic
02:08
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Like a receipt I've held onto
Somethings off I'll look later
Today's printout is long
Information looping
Radar hook echo's thrown me off
Tossed out the latest evidence
But the drone is no disturbance
Used to this dance
Cranked up in a tanktop
Kernel panic
Crushed my teeth on the popcorn
Waiting for the show to even start
Crowd goes wild
Eating their cups
Married to the garbage in their hands
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5. |
Mid-Heaven
01:37
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6. |
Grace in Shambles
03:57
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Table ruined with candles grace in shambles
Toothpaste from ash reliving the past
Play the tape till its worn out
Transmission looking for a new beginning
Car puckers and pouts (NEED A MECHANIC)
Smoke from my snout (NEED A LIGHT)
In a time of cigarettes and candles
Boat bobbing back towards a scandal
I had a clean slate then got scribbling
Unlocked the door when I meant to do the opposite
Here they come, the stops of the organ
Had a clean slate then got scribbling
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7. |
Groove Weld
02:13
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8. |
1/5 Bumblebees
02:48
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Been digesting all day
Rumble in my gut is splitting me up
Over Seasoned a spice dump
Hit by the truck slowly patching up
Crawling up the steps to the chapel
Soft knees reminded
With each hard ridge of the cartilage
Feel blessed and binded
One fifth bumble bees
Found their hive in my insides
Low drone baritone
Stuck in a cycle off on a ride
In the clear white autumn night
Tree orphans the leaves
Toppled over topiary
Walk backward off the path
Reaching right out of me
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9. |
Breadcrumbs
03:48
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10. |
A Time for Cigarettes
02:35
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When the world is at our mercy
Catching up to the weight
Susurration - grains waving the trillion hands
Pollination - donor with a generous grant
Its a time for cigarettes
Torches faded low
Late as it gets on the patio
Topics unknown
Beads of sweat on treetops
Hell hanging on each drop
The porch swing may creak
Right off the hinges
Time for cigarettes…
Anticipate a sudden swoop
Fiery grapefruit in the sky
Rising like a knife
Clutch in gods hands
Looking to snipe us
With a huge sweep
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11. |
Internal Literature
04:06
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Talking to myself in the frozen aisle
Start a new scan rip the last results
Nutrition unclear from what I can tell
Body keeps going whether well or not
Internal literature Voice over loud
Scrolling readout So the crowd knows
Eyes straight feed to the big screen
Numbers piling out on the scorecard
Mathemagic we can make it work
Muscles will do what we tell them to
Internal literature...
I’m in a clear pool / Fish bowl
You all can see
What you know to be true
Swinging / On the vines in my mind
Tight grip
Losing
Hat jumped off my head
Remote controlled to the next spot
Can’t trust a cold stopwatch
Sneak a second when the heart stops
When the heart stops
When the
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12. |
Soft Verge
02:07
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Urge to change my shirt
Soft verge
Cant stand the scratching
Constrictor coming back to me too close
Line at the USPS
Can feel your breathing
Sneaking closer, stubble on my shoulder
You dull phantom, bristling my aggravation
Snagged the last pack
Of Yogi Berra stamps
Heard the whistle from your pickup window
What song only has three notes
No tune I want to know
But I can’t get to the urge to change my shirt
Soft verge, out of my head
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13. |
Dehydrated Boulder
01:07
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14. |
10:00 a.m.
03:27
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I fought the vibrations
Until my body raised the flag
5 yards from the big win
Zapped by a sandbag
Dreaming while I’m up
Skip the day along
Full fast forward
Hit power play
Running concentric goals around my peers
Loop the loop no effort
Fly up crash land every occasion
Plums of the desert
Hold glory in your hand
How long does it last
The reflective moment close up cloning
Mirror’s fading fast
Rats in the sky
Clouding my day more
Call em bats
Don’t look up
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15. |
Meridian Moon
03:41
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Sure as snails creep the noctilucent veils
Convection in our forms, seen as vertical domes
Mind flickered, turned on the first time
I easily ignore the signs
Take that first thought ticket
And ride
Down the equator of
The meridian moon
I move too soon
My mop top adorned with accessory clouds
Check the inflow band on the pseudo warm front
Love where the process winds me up
Field a-stutter with snakes
Tails sound broken
Singing who can fix me
When i'm like this
And I don't want to change
For no one
Hold me at a distance if you have to
Plutonium
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16. |
With Deliberation
05:52
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Leave the warmth of my bed
Muddle the milk in coffee
Scramble the eggs over low heat
Three star restaurant skip the seasoning
Rustling from intruders
Squirrels jump the roof but slide off
T hin branch brittle breaking
Steps repeat
Say goodbye to the wood in the bathroom
Bending away from the walls each shower
Pressure amazing but it cant last forever
Final drop will fall one day
Got our rebate from the city
Bought bags to fill with leaves
Nature was a good neighbor
Friendly smiles ran the sequence
Ghosts of the road
Grin stretching out
Wisps of fog
Running over
With deliberation move the mountain
Tires rubbing off on blacktop
Sideview mirror bend the light obnoxious driver
Dodge the trucks crushing cabins
Gradual transformation unstoppable every day
Keep my eyes on the road and off the phone
Call with never come while I wait for it
Have to reach for it
Road of ghosts
Pursing my mouth
Sing in the car
Uncomfortably loud
Au revoir waterbugs in the basement
Coming to eat the glue in my cardboard
Held onto - wasn’t sure about those keyboards
They got us this far, still a ways to go
You who travel with me, our heartbeats twined together
Weird astronauts in time, tangled in the ether
The secret can be found in each uncertain glimmer
Magnify and freeze - our yo yo ever spinning
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17. |
Moss Myth
03:17
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18. |
Cosimo
03:19
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On the opposing dock I spied the spider astride
Mixing grief into its improvised weave
Waiting patient stayed on that station
Noise at the edge of the web - that’s the cue to reel it in
Traveled across the country in 18 seconds flat
Radio rang like a phone put my book down
Wet with the bath water spanned out as if planned
Novel became a flower, washed up on land
And in the book we pressed it
Later that meeting I stressed it
What haunts us but the love of the ghost
Echoes we’re missing the most
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19. |
Multi-Impulse
02:30
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Wave your hands talking to the TV
Keep it on, let morning find us
Meridian moon feeds off the silence
Quiet perfect night
What's my impulse? multi
Didn't catch the Perseids
Prescription wasn't perfect
Missed my chance that time
And every year since
Within a mixed cloud
Second guess my career
Every day is a joke book
Half-true, rarely shared
Tuba below the cotton wisps
Plays its warning note
The band is warming up
There's a threat to the tempo
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20. |
Skipping CD
01:33
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Thanks to Sony and those two CD-Rs
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21. |
Leaning Staircase
02:30
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Thin horizontal sheets barely covering
Bed imagines an earthquake
I lay awake practicing scales
Hands never ready in real life
Loping walk up the leaning staircase
Brace yourself it gets steeper
Overshooting the top
I swerve into heaven's lane
Trailed by a pack of cyclists
Devil spinning the decades
Felt the shadow shrink
Below that grapefruit slice
Overwhelmed my rear view
Tried to get a re-do on my attitude
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Tyler Martin Asheville, North Carolina
Sci-fi sandwich artist, currently subterranean at Norfair Studios on Zebes.
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