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Forced Convalescence
04:08
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Forced convalescence and bed rest
Staring contest
With the ceiling and my feet
Was momentarily conscious
Of the backflips
I’ve been doing in my sleep
I’m not afraid of the future
Have to suffer and repeat
I tend to agree
What happens will be
Pain of my own making
Cut short by eternity
Now I’ve recovered completely
Life is easy
Hula-hooping around the sun
The calendar’s little boxes
All these presents
Get to open every one
I’ll be prepared for the winter
And the summer
And beyond
Just keep tagging along
Until the feeling is gone
Amazed by the haystack
Needle to oblivion
In a daze
In the doorway
I stood crying for what was
In a trance
In a taxi
Just keep driving please don’t stop
Out of the neighborhood, the multiverse
Iron and rust
Went out of town for the weekend
With my children
Built sandcastles in the sun
Catastrophizing my birthday
Turning forty
Ending up like everyone
There’s no escaping the housework
Or the bank clerk
Or the priest
They’re waiting for me
In my Egyptian sheets
The Seroquel’s working
It’s fighting my fantasies
In the dark
At a distance
I see everything at once
Feel the wind
Through the window
And I’m overcome with love
Inter-dimensional, no obstacles
Mountains and dust
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Persona Non Grata
03:32
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Getting dressed for a date
Put on blue aftershave
Wore a kilt like a Celt
Hid the way that I felt
Combat boots fallen leaves
West Village Halloween
To a Bollywood song
Taking shots ‘til we’re gone
Unwelcome in the autumn
Persona Non Grata
I’m the last of the best
I’m your thoughts in the swamp
There’s a playground of children
In the shadows of buildings
There’s a line out the church
Where your homelessness works
Where the stain glass of crimson
Meets Ezekiel’s Visions
Saw a valley of bones
Where no man shall be saved
And now you, you come to me, asking that
And now you, you come to me, and you’re asking that
Oh how can we reconcile?
Left your innocence there
In Tiananmen Square
You were filled with despair
Underfed and depressed
Vacant lot where a prison stood
God knows you never would
Lie to yourself
But you do every time
Made a life of deception
And passive aggression
Going to scream when I sing
Going to die in the rain
Turn me on
You’re a knockout
Climb up on to my cloud
Do your worst to me now
Before I change my mind
And now you, you want to be true, to me once again
And you want me to be true, to you once again
Oh yeah you, you want to be true, to me once again
And you want me to be true, to you once again
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