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Engine's Gonna Sing
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The way you were regarded by the ones who came along
and pressed their flagellating limbs into your jaw
has left elegantly hardened, tight and all clenched up in balls
the spots in you with which I'm most enthralled.
You come up from the river with
your phantom skin, all kittenish,
all cabernet and skeletons and chatterboxing skittishness.
There's a jackknifed rig pulling up from the bridge.
It's too dark for dark but the hum is falling in.
(I'm used to the brightness like I'm used to tinnitus:
acclimated, if not at ease, aware of lacking frequencies.)
It's too dark for dark but the engine's gonna sing
these sailors wild.
There are things living in the water
we mistake for the water's color.
I'mma gather my limbs and drag our bed to the curb,
pull the canopy down until the light breaks through,
let a firetruck choir bring your organs to a stir—
I don't want to be what wakes you.
There are things living in the water
we mistake for the water's color.
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How could I have rested well,
given all I'd seen?
I called you and said, "I'm in hell
and I need company."
But you– you turned the light off,
and you left me to lie.
What can I say for the cold, reckless way I was treated?
It just wasn't right.
A secret brought to a slow-enough boil
will surely find air to scream.
I've no doubt you can lie loud enough to drown it out,
but how d'you plan to hide the steam?
You're offering a bargain on a scorched-earth heart,
but nobody is buying it.
(No one thinks it's art.)
Since you put your finger in a ring
you think you're so damn smart,
but nobody is buying it.
(I don't hear nobody crying yet.)
Because you– you turned your light off,
and you live for your lies.
All I can say about the cold, reckless way you've been living...
well, it's no kind of life.
We could see your joyride facelift
outlined in clinical blue.
Your benzedrine suitor was sweet like placebo
and you were just dying to
be the control,
but not being in control
never suited you.
Now you're just dying too.
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The first time,
before the train arrived,
I watched you
peel the rind
and suck your fingers dry.
And I said,
"She's alright."
And last time,
as Friday's fledgling light
flexed its tendons
on falling ice,
I sucked my fingers dry.
Until next time...
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