Collage In Multiple Tunings
Tomorrow I shave
And learn the saxophone
I'll leave the soul patch
It makes me look more Russian
I want to sound like Blood Orange
Speak like Alyosha
And scheme like a Karamazov
And dream like Proust
I think about the residue of streaks of shampoo slid down the shower's glass
And the pillars of creation speckled white from the sink light splotches of new soap
I stand due under the copper head
Head battered butter smooth by 49 tempered jets to get the full effect
To feel it litter my back was just grasping at straws in oven mitts shoveling shit in a hockey mask for
39 hours
What do you see
When you blink at the walls Stucco conformed
To a shipmaster's clock
Inspiration
Inspiration
Comes when it comes
I'm pretty
I shook up the world
I'm wasted
An adult
Of exemplary self control and discipline
Self control and discretion
She had
Crystalvue coated do-not-polish
An airway view 30 miles northeast
Of Allyliance, Nebraska
A cat named Tax and a stack of black currants
Distilled to a single message
Content and conscience before technique in any etic form
To turn and loosen the human soul
How to describe
Everything you mean
To me?
And learn the saxophone
I'll leave the soul patch
It makes me look more Russian
I want to sound like Blood Orange
Speak like Alyosha
And scheme like a Karamazov
And dream like Proust
I think about the residue of streaks of shampoo slid down the shower's glass
And the pillars of creation speckled white from the sink light splotches of new soap
I stand due under the copper head
Head battered butter smooth by 49 tempered jets to get the full effect
To feel it litter my back was just grasping at straws in oven mitts shoveling shit in a hockey mask for
39 hours
What do you see
When you blink at the walls Stucco conformed
To a shipmaster's clock
Inspiration
Inspiration
Comes when it comes
I'm pretty
I shook up the world
I'm wasted
An adult
Of exemplary self control and discipline
Self control and discretion
She had
Crystalvue coated do-not-polish
An airway view 30 miles northeast
Of Allyliance, Nebraska
A cat named Tax and a stack of black currants
Distilled to a single message
Content and conscience before technique in any etic form
To turn and loosen the human soul
How to describe
Everything you mean
To me?
Credits
Writer(s): Dan Merritt
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