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Brushfire
04:00
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Santa Ana's racing through my yard
Watching homes turn into flames
Wonder if my body's burning up
In a room I lay awake
Feel my skin begin to open up
Ashes filling up my chest
Death descends to right the wrong
Of a body that life gave
All my crumbling ribs disintegrate
As I break away and float
Towards a different me, a different time
Maybe there I'll feel whole
Away from all the evil men
Where a figure's form can change
Where I wear my hair a little longer
And my hips can finally sway
Where the concrete rivers fall apart
And some green begins to grow
And the air has room breathe again
And all bodies can move slow
All my friends are laughing at themselves
Nobody wants to die
And he softly takes me in his arms
Suddenly I choke on smoke
And I'm stuck inside this living room
Slowly I'll decay
All the hills behind the fence are scorched
Just another average day
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Cul-de-sac
04:25
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Drifting past
Hometown diner
The cracked window
My shattered likeness
Superimposed
On the empty booth
We always liked
Wandered up to
The apex of a hill
Some street I've
Never been
Flowering yard
Bay windows
Milky-skinned child
Cradled by the mother
They laugh
Sun shines brighter
They laugh
Soft smile
They laugh
Warm embrace
They laugh
Suddenly
My doppelgänger
Green skin, obsidian eyes
Shuffling in a panic
Hurries past
The family screams
A baby cries
A cul-de-sac in crisis
In crisis
I blink
Come to
The woman scowling
I rush away
Checking my hands
Morning news
A light in the sky
Seen the night before
Then a boy
Quite like me
Bloodied
In a flowering yard
And through my dusty window
A vaguely familiar hill
How quiet it is
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Dee Dee
05:55
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As I smear pigment
Across my lid
I think of you, Dee Dee
You were a dancer
Never settled into
One form
You taught of
Bodies like ours
And the violence
To tether us to
Two poles
The gravity of your presence
The weight of your word
The borders of my being softened
The gravity of your presence
The weight of your word
The borders of my being softened
Amidst a crowd
Dizzy
Distant disco
I move
Unfurl my arms
And feel
Oh, I feel your spirit
Do you dance with me now, Dee Dee?
Feel the pulse in me now, Dee Dee
Do you feel it?
Do you dance with me now, Dee Dee?
Feel the pulse in me now, Dee Dee
Guide me now, Dee Dee
It’s so bleak now, Dee Dee
Do you dance with me now, Dee Dee?
Feel the pulse in me now, Dee Dee
Guide me now, Dee Dee
It’s so bleak now, Dee Dee
Morning bus home
A slur from behind
As I read the news
The spectacle of your corpse
Raise my hand
To block harsh sun
But it always bends around thresholds
Doesn’t it?
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Malignant
04:32
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First a bleeding
A slow trickle
Then an ache
A mass
Swelling and spreading
In the body
Tiny warfares
The cells could not contain
She is tired
Mom whispers
Her mother grew weary too
You could only take so much
Weight on a broken crutch
The reach of a poison’s touch
Wounds intertwined
Endless evils
Metastasized across
The Atlantic
Parasitic
Exhausting every acre
Fatal sickness
Ancestors I can’t name
Call out through time
Bruised histories and bodies
For eons and eons
To come
You could only take so much
Weight on a broken crutch
The reach of a poison’s touch
Wounds intertwined
Violent sun
Reflects off new buildings
Onto my cheek
Old faces
Leaving a city
They built
Mom winces
As we watch
The cancer spread
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Moon Landing
03:49
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Another fire on the TV
I watch her resting
Cheekbones flicker blue with night light
Gaunt and clammy
Unfamiliar
Waking, writhing, she murmurs,
"Trapped in this body,"
Cells doubling
Feel her counting down an ending
'Til there's liftoff
Racing from the surface
Blazing plumes surround the thresholds
Disintegrating structures
Her careful waltz between each star
Not too close
But never really far
Gently landing on the surface
Her legs are dangling
From the crater
Is it different from above?
Are you ever really resting?
And through sheer drapes
A hazy moon beams down with ache
Involuntary witness
To the horrors every day
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Caustic
04:26
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What if I still need you?
What if I won’t
Be ok in the morning?
If you go
Then I’ll just have myself
To stumble through these fires
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Mudslide
05:04
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How quiet it is
When drops begin to fall
On the blackened branches
Of the cottonwood
And ash turns to mulch
Around roots that won’t hold
You can’t fix
What’s already dead
And the mulch turns to mud
And mud becomes river
Rushing down singed hills
Valleys and highways
And river becomes waves
Taller than homes
Stronger than the footing
Roadblocks washed away
While shingles fly like confetti
Floorboards now shreds
Wedding photos are drowning
Buried deep in the clay
Galloping thunder
White noise rain
Terra cotta rapids
Taking back what’s theirs
How quiet it is
When drops begin to fall
On the blackened branches
Of the cottonwood
How quiet it is
While we watch
How does it-
How quiet it is
When rivers turn to mulch
And stems slowly sprout
From the loam of the ruins
What is left?
Who is hurt?
Start again
Start again
Start again
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Spirit
05:36
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Do you think
The spirit
Lives in the chest?
A rusted rattle
In the lungs
I wasn’t there when you died
Just a phone call
Gazing up
Glassy eyes
Blinding lightbulb fractals
I try and feel you
A sudden calm
A warmth in the breath
Life
Through the front lawn thicket
The smudged gesture of a figure
Rub away
The smoky droop of
Midnight eyes
You’re gone
You’re gone
I am not scared
To be watched
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Over My Head
04:36
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Over my head
I hear music in the air
Over my head
I hear music in the air
Over my head
I hear music in the air
There must be a God
There must be a God
There must be a God
Somewhere
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G. Brenner Los Angeles, California
(fka pastel)
LA-based musician and artist.
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