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Tiny In All That Air

from Bath w/ Frozen Cat by edgar clinks

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Friday, in the middle of the arcade
you were taking off yr rollerblades
& wiggling around

Appear too soon
I was unfastening my parachute
started looking for some gum to chew
saw some stuck to the ground
thought: no one’ll know

Saturday: is this pumpkin butter homemade?
you were sojourning in the everglades
that infinite sound

Day to day, I feel fatigued by yr energy
I’m just looking for somewhere to sleep
the roof or the ground
I wouldn’t know

Back-brace, all-that-you-can-eat mall buffet
we’ve been eating it since yesterday
an infinite growl

a stolen car, we park behind the graveyard
& start summoning a mystic czar
a real life ghost

[[[ with each natural disaster, i’m coming over after
the coldest ground

& nothing feels like home yet, so, i’m throwing on my fishnets
& walking around ]]]

Sunday, i feel enamored by yr mystery
yr occult sensibilities
yr infinite sound.

Finally, yr shiftiness is alchemy
it’s always ecstasy or tragedy
the boat on the ground
& you would know

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from Bath w/ Frozen Cat, released February 8, 2016

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