Body Soup

[produced with Chris Stillmank]

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Frostbitten, one autumn evening
Making coffee for my better sleeping
Days.
I find,
Another window into my mind, and that's okay

I meet someone with no mask on her
No sense of doubt, my sense of honor's
Skewed.
So I'll stay with you
When everyone else is just passing through

Showing me myself with a different face
I was surprised to find that I looked about the same

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Blighted, on summer eve’s daze
Solace found: lightning lemon sips
Nights.
I’m lost,
In poise to gaze at neural contraband.

I saw her with evening’s mask on her
I’m heart wide open, my salesman’s wit
Diminished.
So I’m watching you,
With everyone else just engulfing you.

Showing a jokers face for a stoics ball
I’m appalled to find that I’m still dying about the same.

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His wit's been trumped up in his age,
A body soup of everything he says

Any time,
I'm found
And when I touch the ground
I grow roots
You take the ladder, I'll take the chutes
It's a way of life
Why not imbibe
Everyone you see, their honeyed energy
We'll be alright

A shaking hand of holy vision
Us heathens made the right decision
We get above it all
And when we take that fall
The lights'll go out
And everything in your mouth
Will turn
Your soul into a burn
-ing effigy
How right.
But weren't it worth it just to see
we were alive.

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His voice clogged up by this Clorox,
His body a soup with everything he can’t say.

Someday,
I’ll forget,
That I’ve sunken into the sky,
Without giving seed,
You slap with charades, I’ll bend with tales
It’s not life,
Why, it’s a bible,
Of everyone you’ve known, I’m honey dipped,
I need to be alright.

Diplomatic answers, abstract questions
A political battle for the right decision
I’m below the belt
And if I’m to ascend from this
The sun’ll go out,
With everything in my mouth.
You’ll turn
To my face, weep
-ing baby.
That’s right.
I’m not worth you, but you’ll see
I will survive.