Share: 2007For Emma, Forever Ago SpotifyApple MusicAmazonDirect Flume I am my mother’s only one it’s enough. I wear my garment so it shows now you know. only love is all maroon gluey feathers on a flume sky is womb and she’s the moon I am my mother on the wall, with us all. I move in water, shore to shore; nothing’s more. only love is all maroon lapping lakes like leery loons leaving rope burns— reddish ruse only love is all maroon gluey feathers on a flume sky is womb and she’s the moon Lump Sum sold my cold knot a heavy stone sold my red horse for a venture home to vanish on the bow— settling slow fit it all, fit it in the doldrums (or so the story goes) color the era film its historical my mile could not pump the plumb in my arbor ‘till my ardor trumped every inner inertia lump sum all at once rushing from the sub-pump (or so the story goes) balance we won’t know we will see when it gets warm Skinny Love come on skinny love just last the year pour a little salt we were never here my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I tell my love to wreck it all cut out all the ropes and let me fall my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my right in the moment this order’s tall I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind in the morning I’ll be with you but it will be a different “kind” I’ll be holding all the tickets and you’ll be owning all the fines come on skinny love what happened here suckle on the hope in light brassiere my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my sullen load is full; so slow on the split I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind now all your love is wasted? then who the hell was I? now I’m breaking at the britches and at the end of all your lines who will love you? who will fight? who will fall far behind? The Wolves (Act I and II) someday my pain, someday my pain will mark you. harness your blame, harness your blame and walk through. with the wild wolves around you in the morning, I’ll call you send it farther on solace my game, solace my game it stars you swing wide your crane, swing wide your crane and run me through and the story’s all over you in the morning I’ll call you can’t you find a clue when your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue what might have been lost— don’t bother me. Blindsided bike down... down to the downtown down to the lockdown... boards, nails lie around I crouch like a crow contrasting the snow for the agony, I’d rather know cause blinded I am blindsided peek in... into the peer in I’m not really like this... I’m probably plight-less I cup the window I’m crippled and slow for the agony I’d rather know cause blinded I am blindsided would you really rush out for me now? taught line... down to the shoreline the end of a blood line... the moon is a cold light there’s a pull to the flow my feet melt the snow for the irony, I’d rather know cause blinded I was blindsided cause blinded I was blindsided cause blinded I was blindsided Creature Fear I was full by your count I was lost but your fool was a long visit wrong? say you are the only. so many foreign worlds (so relatively fucked) so ready for us so ready for us, the creature fear teased by your blouse spit out by your mouth I was loud by your lowered seminary sold tear on tail on take all on the wind on soft bloody nose sign another floor... the so many territories ready to reform dont let it form us dont let it form us the creature fear so did he foil ‘is own? is he ready to reform? so many torahs so many for us the creature fear Team For Emma narrator: (so apropos: saw death on a sunny snow) him: “for every life...” her: “forgo the parable.” him: “seek the light.” her: “...my knees are cold.” (running home, running home, running home, running home...) her: “go find another lover; to bring a... to string along!” “with all your lies, you’re still very loveable.” “I toured the light; so many foreign roads for Emma, forever ago.” re: Stacks this my excavation and today is Kumran everything that happens is from now on this is pouring rain this is paralyzed I keep throwing it down two-hundred at a time its hard to find it when you knew it when your money’s gone and you’re drunk as hell on your back with your racks and the stacks as your load in the back and the racks of the stacks are your load in the back with your racks and your un-stacking your load I’ve been twisting to the sun I needed to replace the fountain in the front yard is rusted out all my love was down in a frozen ground there’s a black crow sitting across from me; his wirey legs are crossed and he’s dangling my keys he even fakes a toss whatever could it be that has brought me to this loss? on your back with your racks as the stacks as your load in the back and the racks and the stacks of your load in the back with your racks and your un-stacking your load this is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization it’s the sound of the unlocking and the lift away your love will be safe with me