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The World Wants its Money Back
The following are lyrics to a song I released today.
Oct 25, 2024
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Turning the Boiler On
Playing weird shows and sleeping in weird houses.
Jan 5
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Haikus for Colfax
Moon-drunk twirling cigarette fumes Candy girls church girls raptured Love always offered Agapé to dollars knocking on your door The Leopard stalks his…
Oct 6, 2025
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The Nature of Angels
You left your ribs broken so the whole sky could come in through the blinds — cut to bits like headlights crawling on the wall of your room at night, as…
Oct 3, 2025
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Leslie’s Car Gets Broken Into (pt 1)
Leslie wakes up in his car expecting to hear Mikki’s soft cooing, little s against his big S on the mattress that fills the back half of his car, an…
Oct 2, 2025
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The Secret to Happiness as it was Related to me on a Greyhound to Poughkeepsie
Leaving memory to lie awhile in the sun, how light the air — how sweet the company of strangers becomes.
Sep 26, 2025
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Pinned by Kiki
Tell mom I cannot come to the funeral today — the cat has me pinned, and a warm silence rises with every breath to spite the wind.
Sep 22, 2025
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Tikkun Olam at a Show My Band Played in Leeds, AL
My band is finally playing live again after the Big Fire exiled us to two years of grinding ourselves out of financial ruin. Here’s a poem about our…
Sep 21, 2025
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