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Joanna
04:01
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I dissociate and I put off,
Joanna sings of silks and cloth,
She brings my belly round in wheels,
bringing my body back to feel,
With girls we spoke of sodden hair,
and I still smile at things we share,
still want your warmth to hold me close,
I can’t quite bring myself to close,
She weaves a string, across the sheet,
she sends my blood, back to my feet,
So easy to feel put at ease,
It complicates to turn and leave,
but Jo she knows to learn from grey,
she writes the words I yearn to say,
She weaves a string, across the sheet,
she sends my blood, back to my feet,
She weaves a string, across the sheet,
she sends my blood, back to my feet,
Bite the bait, don’t waste those words,
wrap her strength, round my fingers,
bite the bait, don’t waste those words,
wrap her strength, round my fingers,
I dissociate and I put off,
Joanna sings of silks and cloth,
She brings my belly round in wheels,
bringing my body back to feel,
With girls we spoke of sodden hair,
and I still smile at things we share,
still want your warmth to hold me close,
I can’t quite bring myself to close
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Fruit Flies
03:22
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Push back the glass and,
let in the bugs,
that sweet smell of washing down tarmac,
put on fast shoes and,
run wheels round new roofs,
VOCs encrusting my arm hairs,
And it’s often sour,
when the light turns in,
there’s an August shower,
that’s unwinding
Foxtails in the grass and,
fruit flies on fruit,
the Catskills still orange in Winter,
Air thick, cornflour,
clouds swell with dew and,
backstroke with no arms,
sandstorms jumpstarts,
with no fuel roll through,
And it’s often sour,
when the light turns in,
there’s an August shower,
that’s unwinding
To and fro gorge my ears,
one thing to another forget the season,
To and fro gorge my ears,
one thing to another forget the reason,
To and fro gorge my ears,
one thing to another forget the season,
To and fro gorge my ears,
one thing to another forget the reason,
And it’s often sour,
when the light turns in,
there’s an August shower,
that’s unwinding
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June Damp
03:25
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June damp and green moss,
light comes, turns us off,
rain falls and we fall and,
leaves drop from a tree,
tide turns and turns me and,
rain falls and we fall and,
Heatwaves on heatwaves on heatwaves,
Long days on long days on long days,
Heatwaves on heatwaves on heatwaves,
Moisture on soft skin,
breathe heavy words thin,
forwards and four words and,
sky blue and grass brown,
dust road in dust town,
earth turns and we turn and,
Heatwaves on heatwaves on heatwaves,
Long days on long days on long days,
Heatwaves on heatwaves on heatwaves,
June damp and green moss,
light comes turns us off,
rain falls and we fall and,
leaves drop from a tree,
tide turns and turns me and,
rain falls and we fall and,
Heatwaves on heatwaves on heatwaves,
Long days on long days on long days,
Heatwaves on heatwaves on heatwaves
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