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leveesposting · 9 months
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In honor of the mountain goats announcing Jenny from Thebes, here’s a poem i wrote once
Tape Head Cleaner
Wrapped in phosphor bronze,
pulled taut against white oak,
plucked and stricken,
stripping skin from fingers,
this music is a grapefruit spoon.
This music scoops bittersweet flesh,
tightens the tongue,
contracts the muscles in your face.
Sound as physical phenomenon
shakes the smallest parts of your ear,
movement made electric,
rippling out into emotion.
You press the goosebumps back
into your skin, refusing
the spreading shiver of a song
written for you, alone,
driving northwest into the Panhandle,
towards Lubbock, the Llano,
The West, by God! The road smells
like blood and beef and cotton.
Heat bends the asphalt, bends
the twenty one year old Ford
Dutch Oven baking you at
eighty miles per hour.
The song cooking in your throat
was mine. I spoon fed it to you,
once, but now it’s spooling
out of you, plastic film and iron
wrapped in phosphor bronze,
past your wire cutter teeth.
Stop it if you want,
let the music coil in your stomach,
or keep driving into that roiling
mass of memory and summer,
and someday it’ll have been gone
far longer than it ever was.
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leveesposting · 2 years
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found in a chicago dumpster
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leveesposting · 2 years
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do you ever just want to become a sexy plant??
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