1. |
Molecule and You
03:26
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you and I
dream in different latitudes
our hopes off
by orders of magnitude
my heart swells
buried in your chest, yours still dwells
trillions and quadrillions, I
numbers and equations, I
superscripts and powers, I
why are you afraid?
as I write in scientific notation
you stay away
counting on unheld hands
trillions and quadrillions, I
numbers and equations, I
superscripts and powers, I
I could always
factor out my insecurities
trace my lineage to Avogadro
can you matriculate
from single-digit theories?
I'm too old to be a macrophobe
I've seen you hold
your life dear
and yet you fear
to escape from here
pop this molecule
and break those shells
and if not for me
then for yourself
don't let this
molecule mock you
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2. |
Prailine
02:50
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between the ampersands
and the cut-and-paste dotted lines
I'm finding you
liquid paper leaves signs
quotation mark residues
around stale clauses overdue
here's to closing
my English account with you
and you're so ****
so ****, so ****
hand me my Morrow or Proulx
lyric esoteric school
written tapestries
no sarcastic verbosities
and you're so ****
so ****, so ****
your choice of words betrays
your perception
and I for one am tired
of being betrayed by words
better a balladromic invective
than a misfired backhanded compliment
please don't read my lips
I won't read your lips
and you're so ****
so ****, so ****
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3. |
Dyslexicon
04:58
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I call you Archimedes, because
you water-weighed my sonnet
sieved the archaic emotion
to the surface
and sifted the vocab
down the drain
I call you Pac-Man, because
you choke on words
like sesquipedalian
and lexiphanicistic
because you're epicurean
and I'm egoistic
I'd call you Vanna, except
you won't even brave the vowels
complex phonetics rattle your jowels
now you wish me a mime
for I don't rhyme
I don't rhyme
I'm sorry for syllables
but not apologetic
just a little sorry for us
guess you didn't read the syllabus
and I thought you more prepared
for this pop quiz
you dub me action figure
because my brick dictionaries
are built for weightlifters, and I
do daily battle with the dinothesauri
these consonants
to you dissonant
I was hoping that you'd still
believe them relevant
sorry for syllables
but not apologetic
just a little sorry for us
I warned you in the syllabus
I thought you more prepared
for this pop quiz
we've got our Shakespeare
we've got our Voltaire
you shouldn't be scared
of mixing teeth, tongues, and air
pronunciation's not such
a tongue-twisting task
you know these 26 letters so well
allow them a chance is all I ask
is all I ask
sorry I don't rhyme
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4. |
Fisticuffsmanship
04:06
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Jason: Crumar synth
Andrew: guitar
Justin: drums
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5. |
Ex Savant
05:11
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you'd best not open your mouth
for there exists
a protected canon of words
and letters and thoughts
or you'll swallow this cannonball
trademarked and volleyed
not by the first to create
but the first to take credit
your choice is clear
forfeit or edit and change
we've taken a name
and we've staked a claim
bought our cemetery plot
in the dictionary
now we'd best buy out
the white-out
so no reader sees and steals
a free idea
and copyright fine lines
don't need to be so confined
with intellect's properties
up this street of opportunities
please hand your deed
through this loophole to me
sure, your grass may be green
but mine was already green
so now you've changed your name
but there's still profit to be made
please direct your attention
to this plaque of the vowels
framed and shellacked
under patent now pending
take notice of our sign, we now own
the numerals 0 through 9
and as the cheerleaders say
gimme a "b", gimme a "c"
gimme a "d", gimme an "f"
gimme a "g", and we'll pick up the rest
in court later today
or better, yesterday
lay claim to a name
you've taken a name
lay claim to a name
you've taken a name, and how
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6. |
Sundappled and Clean
03:51
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your beauty blasts through a CRT
pixels pattern-matched in RGB
to a pretty of glow of EM warmth
and gleam, and I say
I get the big picture on a small screen
you're sundappled, clear and clean
our friendship's young, pristine
you'd accept my stubble and sloth
with a knowing smile
as you shine in RGB
pores are to cheekbones
as pixels are to dreams
your beauty blasts through a CRT
pixels pattern-matched in RGB
to a pretty of glow of EM warmth
and gleam, and I say
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7. |
Boy Scout Resume
02:36
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a cameo artist
at parties at best
you might think prosaic
a straight and stolid quest
but he's a role model
horse-sensed and prudent
badges for every facet
of the perfect student
awards and mention
academician's plaques
honor societies, talent cliques
books by the stacks
research fodder
for education psych
someone you wish
your own kid could be just like
and we raise a toast to the example
and we raise a toast to the example
the teachers' honey sweet
and prized joy
heights of art and science
split in one boy
whiles away the time
with sums of high scores
does just what
his investors expect and implore.
and we raise a toast to the example
and we raise a toast to the example
x number of years sequestered
goals and the aptitudes rendered
a youth of pragmatic erudition
prescribed by most scholarly decisions
and all he wanted to do
was inspire someone
and all he wanted to do
was inspire someone
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8. |
Counterclockwise
03:25
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and this clock says it's time
to unwind and oblige
my hourglass in shards
upon my plushest chair
refracting films of times
I found you curled up there
and killing time, the perfect crime
there is none worse
you say the clock struck first
but he's the one
driving the hearse
our lives on record
tracks rehearsed and error-free
but I still hear my fuck-ups
on the live LP
I'm turning counterclockwise again
second hand allegiance
I pledge quadriplegiance
I can't see it moving
the hour hand
is proving me wrong
proving me wrong
and this clock says
fuck you
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