1. |
doom loop
03:42
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still drifting in this twisted ellipsis
who knows how much later / I lost count of my nadirs
as I euthanize the kitchen table / put a muzzle on another April
11:34 / solace gets sore
got every mood on repeat / every room stuck in my teeth
& then somehow we wander into the before
watch the clock in the Accord
skip an hour & a minute
every second for a year
time tangled in the trees round here
blue mind on the beach / green mind in the trees
I drop my phone like a weapon / drop my phone like a weapon
slowly back away from oblivion
gonna crown the kid king again
out here waging war
on the wait (dot dot dot) / on the wait (dot dot dot)
am I any closer to the golden door?
watch the clock in the Accord
skip an hour & a minute
every second for a year
time tangled in the trees round here
dot dot dot / dot dot dot
throw my tears at the trees
shake my fists at the trees
I don't believe in no trees
make a deal with the trees
I surrender but sadness
grows on my surrender like moss
I'm deceived by the cadence again
cue the glitch in the fog
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2. |
moonz & woundz
03:25
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sliver of lonely rock rises
two wide open bloodshot moons
been searching for the backs of my eyelids
been trying to
inject plans A to Z
intravenously
don't mind me, I'm just trying to fall
asleep
next to me, trylessly closing her moons...
mind goes to war when the night comes
I lie there with wide open wounds
tape the burning trees in my mouth shut
hush, California!
hush, money & internet! / bats & pangolins!
hush, witness! I've been trying to fall
asleep
can't catch a Z
guess I'm bent on rising
I'm writhing while my lady sleeps
it must be nice
to close your eyes
your moons, your wounds
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Satori Loser Brooklyn, New York
tylrwilsn@gmail.com
He is nothing
that he loves
but the gravity between;
a restless,
reaching
center.
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