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Invasive Plants
03:29
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Flamingos cut into the highway wall
love bugs fucking on the windshield wipers
those simple summers at your trailer playing basketball
in the tightening sights of the baptist snipers
Sprinklers running off the sidewalk
geckos on the terra cotta pots by the community pool
casino in the Xbox turns to hot box in the closet
turns to poppers in the family room
I don't remember the dream
just the people who were in it
and the smell of chlorine
before the clouds split
Wearing the heat like a collar
some stranger hollers at me from the AC of his SUV
sunburned on suburban borders with the sound of Baba O'Reily
collecting carts at the mall to trade quarters to the clerk for a can of tea
Stumble home through the spider webs
that swing between invasive plants
every now and then they bite my head
and fill my ears with familiar rants
I don't remember the dream
just the people who were in it
and the smell of chlorine
before the clouds split
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Red Tide
02:28
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Hiding on a bench
in the shade next to a tomato plant
iguanas on the telephone lines
with tags placed by the government
I see trees of green
but I can't locate the red roses
when the raised red waves cascade
I'm a step too far behind Moses
The fever breaks in a pumpkin patch
that sits misplaced in the church crabgrass
while mocking birds and monarchs pass
over side streets frosted with broken glass
I hear the highway roar its endless conversation
two steps too far from shore when I pick up the vibrations
I'm picking up bad vibrations
In the backyard with a stiletto
bouncing off the bark of a cabbage palmetto
up to West Palm, down to Homestead
the shine of sweat stamped to my forehead
lakes filled with water moccasins
as the warnings singe every each of my skin
the raised red waves are crashing in
yeah the raised red waves are crashing in
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Savior's Craddle
02:44
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May the leaves alight and drop from the malnourished hand that holds them
May a phoenix rise to gloryland from this glorious abortion
May they thank the dirt that didn't birth another hell-rotten, half-living thing
or one more pawn to be pulled apart by a divine and kinky chess game
May the water stains on the pimpled ceiling resemble the Holy Mother
May the AC be paid for and prayed for
May the bodies remain covered
by the nice marble floor behind the ranch door foyer
and beanie babies under beds bathed in pools of DNA
We know that the fruit of knowledge is tart
We'd like to squeeze it in your eyes-- Hi, we're the Applehearts
and we know our Adam and Eve should just get a divorce already
and let the saviors cradle stay empty
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Chock Full o'Nuts
03:19
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Snared by the sandlewood scent of the candles
I hesitate at the door
our hurricane framed in coffee stains
on the carpeted motel floor
You try to tell me you love me
I know its not true
but it Chock full o'nuts contains no nuts
whats the point of reasoning with you?
Outside in the Pembroke Pines sunrise well
I hear the ibis call
like God Damn do I love the morning when
I don't get any sleep at all
You carry my bags to the Uber
I guess this is goodbye
but if Chock full o'nuts contains no nuts
whats the point in asking why?
But all you heard was la-de-da-de-de-da
And I remember the rivers under babylon willows
And I remember the powerlines flat on the ground
And I remember the mugs that we shared
and that last cold caress
but is Chock full o'nuts contains no nuts
I guess it was all meaningless
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Its not about that hood with the bible
Its not the firing squad on the football
We don't think burning trash is in style
but its a playable card and we needed a shield
And if our friends just watch the smoke
like we both know they will
well I have you, you have me
and we both have anxiety pills
Its love, love, love, love and lexapro
Don't you know?
We're still going to be hear tomorrow
With love, love, love, love and lexapro
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Xmas Eve in Boxstoretown
03:25
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Tourist on sunscreen and long lines at Disney
Newly-weds kissing and packs of kids screaming
for ice cream and french fries and a place to sit down
on Christmas Eve in Boxstoretown
Jaywalking zombies in basketball shorts
at the bottlenecked exit before the airport
And the neighbors are roasting a pig underground
on Christmas Eve in Boxstoretown
Sit with your sister at sunset service
oh what a sweet gift you know I don't deserve this
With purchasing power but no sense of purpose
and cell-phones face down and locked
Liquor stores emptied of lottery tickets
a war at the mall over gifts at last minute
and the firearms crackle that seasonal sound
on Christmas Eve in Boxstoretown
Sit with your sister at sunset service
oh what a sweet gift you know I don't deserve this
with purchasing power but no sense of purpose
and cell-phones buzzing nonstop
String lights on palm trees and pines made of wire
the restaurants stay open for lonely drunk drivers
and the chaplain is making her nursing home rounds
on Christmas Eve in Boxstoretown
on Christmas Eve
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Sick and Beautiful
02:43
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Shave the skin off my face
but the germs regrow
we're gonna get nasty crops this year
we're gonna get nasty crops this year
Feel my body, feel misplaced
where the bones are stowed
we're going to get nasty crops this year
we're going to get nasty crops this year
And when I vomit on the seats of the Yaris
its a beautiful day, such a beautiful day
Atlas is wearing a neckbrace
Lao Tzu is driving away
Pump my stomach, fill it up again
Sugar, wheat, water, yeast
we're gonna get nasty crops this year
we're gonna get nasty crops this year
Smear on make-up, try to wake-up
I've been sleepwalking by the light of fear
we're gonna get nasty crops this year
And when I vomit on the seats of the Yaris
its a beautiful day, such a beautiful day
Atlas is wearing a neckbrace
Lao Tzu is driving away
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Don't Mind the Lines
03:04
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Color me in with anything
don't mind the lines
I'm sure they will also splatter soon
I dreamed of Solomon again
and my mothers cries
and just like the last time the bastard king cut her daughter in two
Left brain, right brain
digging in opposite corners of the melting cage
Claw my skin with anything
just make sure its hot enough
to boil the parasites in my blood
I dreamed of the flood
waiting to board the ark
they said "we already got the mom and dad kid.
Enjoy the water park"
Cold rain, sharpe rain
tearing through the fabric of the picture frame
So color me in with anything
don't mind the lines
I'm sure they will also splatter soon
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Marble Berry Seeds Raleigh, North Carolina
like pop music, but folk/punk (sorry)
booking at marbleberryseeds@gmail.com
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