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Mary Ann
01:22
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Mary Ann’s shenanigans have not yet worn thin on me
Because she’s shenaniganning while she’s grinding on my knee
And her face is far too close to mine and she reeks of Jack or Crown
But she subtly lifts her skirt every time my gaze moves down
Mary Ann wants a man who will bite hard on her breasts
I tell her, ‘speak of the devil’, and can tell there’s interest
But I know this game enough to know for worse or (likely) better
This will be the one and only time that we will share together
But she then moves back too quickly and she falls right off her stool
And I help her up as her sister comes and gives a stern rebuke
Reminding Mary Ann she’s had three back surgeries
She’s stunned sober – there will be no more grinding on my knee
She is given only water for the next hour or so
There is still a spark of mischief but no fuel to make it go
And before she leaves I admit that I’m still weirdly smitten
She smiles, hobbles away, coccyx sore and breasts unbitten
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Wax Fruit
03:23
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You were irascible without even knowing what that means
Somehow I was not as nervous as perhaps the moment deemed
We were a tragedy with comedic undertones
Resplendent in a failure we could solely call our own
(It happened at a party – I guess it was a warehouse rave
But I don’t think that they call them warehouse raves anymore these days
And the white kids they were dancing the way upper class kids do
That is to say they were to dance as wax fruit is to food)
It was uncomfortable in so many different ways
Least of all the music drowned out all we tried to say
The pills you’d taken were taking too long to kick in
I wish I had the foresight to have gone dibs on them
We served our social purpose, we were ready to move on, there
Was too little weekend left to remain any longer
We set out to make up for the evening’s waste of time
With nervous smiles and pills and whatever failures we could find
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Purple Coke Straw
04:57
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A purple coke straw somehow lying on my bathroom floor
I’m pretty certain that it’s never been there before
Amongst the mis-swept beard trimmings and the scuffed tiles
Making it seem like I’ve got a far more exciting lifestyle
How did it get there and to whom does it belong?
Must I retrace the past day’s comes and gones?
I guess I gotta know, or else it’ll bug me for a while
The internet installer with the repressed Russian past
The ex-girlfriend who still comes around from time to time (don’t ask)
The neighbor who brings me fresh herbs cut from her garden
It’d be a tad unfair to point the finger at any of them
It’s not a bar bathroom, no seamy bachelor pad
No corporate Christmas parties have been had
It would be nice to know, to solve this inessential problem
On one end, still plenty of left behind residue
No time to waste, I guess, no need to sniff up every molecule
It’s been some time, but I totally know that spongy feeling
But it’s not mine, no way, no how, I ain’t misremembering
But how did it get there and to whom did it belong?
Did I get my non-misremembering wrong?
Maybe I’ll never know, maybe some paths are not worth following
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Square One
04:02
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I did not know what I had hoped for
But there was nothing in your eyes
I watched you shuffle towards the back door
You didn’t bother with goodbyes
In the unceasing Friday-night-ness
The bar’s familiar drunken churn
I wallowed softly in my own mess
I let anxiety return
The night had barely even started
Already filled with could-have-beens
Back to the usual foreboding
With no catharsis to be found
Only more drinks and more self-loathing
Lessons deferred, emotions drowned
Do not lament what never started
The could-have-beens had yet to be
There’s no new course yet to be charted
There’s nothing else to distract me
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A Flash Within A Flash
02:45
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Over tonight
Over as if planned
Over before it even began
Over tonight
Over in time
Overanalyzed
Over this short rollercoaster ride
Over in time
It was short and slightly sweet
A flash within a flash
No time for regrets, at least
No fights, no tears, no crash
But what if we had actually tried?
Had been of clearer, sober mind
With fatalism set aside
Who knows what could have been
Together still with doubt removed
A joy we’re unaccustomed to
I briefly felt it – how ‘bout you?
Who knows, who knows, who knows where we’d be then
Over tonight
Over as if planned
Over before it even began
Over tonight
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