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This​/​That

by Ok Housecat

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No Water 03:08
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Fllng Blnks 01:31
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…five six seven eight it was great until the flagship sank while we drank champagne and watched the day parade march lock step first through the barricade, then down a well, to the crowd’s dismay If caffeine is the opposite of chivalry: well you can still count me in. I’m certain I would rather be alive than put up with the ball and chain and lock and key, inhaling coffee only addicts drink- reminders only help me think not-quite-arms’-length in front of me he said, “If I’m to be the messenger, then I hope your wallet’s FULL; my fees are steep but clean, cheapened by the subsidies of lotteries and subsequential poverty of users that can only see the uses for the funds appearing only in one man’s arms’ length” that’s when the flotsam and the jetsam got some traction when that unforeseen call-to-action cracked the porcelain his mandible happened to be cast in so let’s whittle down the sample size to something singular and randomized designed by New York Times New Roman defined by number lines that spiral loop-de-loop and swoop and pull ’til half past empty is almost full when I heard the car alarm I bolted up a tree staring down intently at my bare hands estimating the time it’d take to dig a hole so deep I’d snap that oak tree’s talons once and for all ever unreliably sober but undeniably related to the maker shaken but intent on making viable the pliable idea that midday can still be BLACK as PITCH coincidentally inclined to find the kind of snitch who cannot help himself I said, “Physician, heal thyself!” then tucked away my dashboard shade and made for any other stable place that a doctor might find himself saved from grace. so he and I defaced the plywood sign by the highway then in sneaks doubt and with snide chagrin I FREAK OUT/BREAK GLASS/ fresh air in my lungs akin to the ashtray water left on the deck when the rains came in and so I straighten out the learning curve, assault the pavement, strain my throat, “I’m a con man, not an artist!” then between the gnashing of teeth, the rustling of coats, the smell of burning rubber when the asphalt explodes, the sidewalk chalk mural in the sewers below depicts venn diagrams playing god even though the ARITHMETIC just won’t ADD UP
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All my life I've been seven years old, never told that if I broke the golden rope around my shoulders and if I hold the holy ghost close like the pistol in my holster, I could ride the brakes, fold right up, hold the holy roller coaster upside down then tie a bow and watch my throwing hand let go Then a crateful of umbrellas fell and kept the rain at bay again so I picked a thrifty switch and fixed it neatly to my cardigan I shook the toaster upside down for a fistful of the crumbs within and fed the ducks now resting in my furiously vacant skin You, of all people, especially should know how to juggle all these ducks without disrupting their presumpted rows so no matter what the vice grip of the undertow might say those waves are angry and that stubborn tide is NOTHING if not here to stay I'm still shaken when my roster shows a missing pair of water wings I'm mistaken but my panic causes all the dormant manic things I've laid to rest, kept in recess, but caffeinated fever dreams compress my debt to a single cent, torch everything that's left ...so I got dressed and (because you asked) I took the test, did anything but try my best but CRUSHED IT less than zero stress, then ate my breakfast, headed west. Because if I'm stagnant, I'm invisible so I, by principle, stay second-wind invincible for the once-thought indivisible residuals we divvied up and cut with half-heart LIVID parentheticals, all now tethered to their brethren, all bereft and underfed, and when that clock strikes half-past-ten I best not hear you ask me when. The gas station attendant claimed he rearranged his skeleton to suppress his brittle neck's attempt to keep it in development he cracks his knuckles, fills my tank with fumes and ruminates while I contemplate when to make my final move. The stop signs posit plot lines, hold the motion sickness over but that PARASITIC HOST thought GOLDEN ROPE his FOUR LEAF CLOVER Now the forecast looks grim for a yes man, I've been told so now I never leave the market when I'm feeling undersold. Yes you, of all people, especially should know how to juggle all these ducks without disrupting their presumpted rows so no matter what the vice grip of the undertow might say those waves are angry and that stubborn tide is NOTHING if not here to stay
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Ache 04:47
An ache's an ambiguous feeling that can crack and collapse from the ceiling it's the lump in your throat it's the ring in your ear it's the paralysis brought by impossible fear it's the knot in your back it's the hunger for sin it just depends on the mood that you're in An ache is the pain that's the easiest to fake in the way that it takes on this number of shapes avoidance will whisper her song in your ear you'll find yourself tense from the straining to hear when opportunity knocks in the noise of the stress you'll wince, and ignore the whole mess
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it was seven o'clock in the morning I woke up restless, clumsy down the stairs, conjured up my checklist with some persistence found her overcoat seventeen plus one i cross my eyes to dot the t's but never made it home and she sings just like a bureaucrat buzzing like fluorescent light she sat beside the bearded lady I caught the red-eye just in time floored by strings of colored lights you can believe it when you see it, pal it's archaic but you'll rue the day momentum caught me standing still her purse smelled like imported grease allowed to wed the TV set mongoose bike, missing peg, cracked her barrel; wanted it aloof, and up to no good too! by four, by eight, by god the proof: truncated form aloud we see the TV nod my uncle was an umpire called the game, ate the scorecard, flew away! punched out his paystub ate cobb salad at the bar and by now, the moon was just an afterthought we laughed it off, but rope as taut as this we know we'd better not forget who tied that knot "we're as separate as six degrees", I said then shook my head so violently my even-keeled demeanor turned from retail black to stop sign red I fought it off and walked the block but, wouldn't you know it, she had long since stopped but I had never heard of chapstick and so the casserole acted fast (CLICK) so left with nothing but a matchstick carved my initials on the plastic end of placid acrobatics- and so that geriatric name sticks, and it FITS! just like fantastically elastic deeds, and other things that make my cat sick
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Once upon a futuristic blistered solitary stricture a frozen boy chose to overthrow every pixel in the picture then feed-the-fire thoughts were wrought as riot squad insistence fought with beesting rubber bullets he tossed the towel and forgot This and that go tit for tat lead the pack belt loop exact, escape the frantic antique fact that fortune yields a rusted plaque And so I'm dormant, bulletproof all gargoyle pride, nailfile and tooth, oilslick friction endurance and TRUE as though it MAY BE, perchance, she knows this pirate creed: I think that then I'd be the through hand of SHIPWRECK CLEAN And so I'll throw the plea I wrote to feed the lump inside my throat a knotted staff of notes that float like heartbeats through a stethoscope Too uncommon, this repose, bold enough, long-sleeve SUPPOSED kevlar clothes adorned his bones when MANIC nodding HORNET'S NEST descended watch as stormboy froze Sick forlorn, scorned by asforesaid storm as seasick nights short circuit morn why wait for storms to dim the lights- the lightning's delightful at night although FRAUDULENT at-odds-with-GOD let me SLEEP TONIGHT And then sunlight blinks, a lightbulb not-quite-screwed-in on a busted bum-leg endtable during a somersault contest oh, then the earthquake: god forsake the spinning plates whose white-light crash was my mistake But suppose that I was frozen long before those gates had been reopened that thunderbolt osmosis spoke before my turn to be outspoken some plaster-casted black-eyed paster can't confess unless the damsel can unhand the grandeur, cured by such distress
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it seems to be a cross between the all-that-is-ever-still-violently clean and the vagabonds trolling for profits to glean ...but then wait, if fate, with it's bow-legged gait and the gumption to function as promised (but late) assumptions neurotic at the junction of similar synonyms that just can't relate I tried to decimate that whirlwind, skirted curbs and scraped my knees, but all the time I spent on wheels just made my land legs ache WHITE HOT uneasy feeling, cast and reeling plastic CRACKED and paper PEELING stealing from the richest twisted wrists concealing it to lift your soapy opera's mopey listlessness and so with scrambled legs and arms to match I patch the drapes torn down then up my cats just can't resist a POCKETFUL of SOCKET WRENCHES, rocks, and lots of now-wet quick-set feather-tar cement and everywhere that Mary went, those sheep found ways to circumvent the clock stops the hopscotching interval impulse from foliage right down to doornail-dead red mulch although my forehead reads clear coast, my thoughts predict what I fear most to enact a plan of satisfactory action, one must flip the script when ziploc-trial-by-fire eclipses those pocket-picked, starving-rich, don't-scratch-that-itch-type pessimists it's then that those that wander wonder which of their best ideas they'll just forget it's then that THOSE THAT WANDER wonder which of their BEST IDEAS THEY'LL JUST FORGET
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a cyclical stillness instills some fulfillment until the still millions forget their forgiveness beget, and then let this cyclical stillness unravel, unwind, undone that gavel's now tattered momentum is spun from the knots, forgiven in stillness, undone thread the needle, feel the steel eye that's begun to keep watch with the sky where the clouds are now hung a cyclical stillness instills some fulfillment until the still millions forget their forgiveness beget, and then let this cyclical stillness unravel, unwind, undone you cut me some slack just to cover your tracks and once you've a knack for this undoing act I collapse, then attack I've been watching your backwards excursion for lack of a version intact, but in fact, what I like is aversion like that yes, perhaps I'm the sum of the numbers exact and relaxing in this undeniable fact once the bags are all packed and the dishes are stacked and the porchlight realizes she loves the moth back I'll finally step off this interminable track and give up the day that you cut me some slack
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modify, customize, intensify the product line demand supply to just justify the need to rewind sanctify, align your hindsight, find a finer kind of light refract it back to the exact same place we found our tracks had been erased one fell swoop was all it took I knew that I was off the hook unprecedented second looks confirmed that I was overlooked she dreams of birds and I suppose that first she loves them then she lets them go she dreams of birds and I suppose that first she loves them then she lets them go the book may say that if we part ways then all but one will up-and-stay your marmalade and bad crochet will haunt my dreams while you're away she dreams of birds and I suppose that first she loves them then she lets them go so play your lute and can those jars 'til farce and fable mute what's ours steal cheap cigars to fill your throat let those scapegoat days keep you afloat misunderstand, demand that all the handfuls you've been granted stand to reason with unplanted seeds of seasoned understanding that enchanted but recanted scenes that please will not supplant the things found feasible that can't deny the evitably unreasonable she dreams of birds and I suppose that first she loves them then she lets them go
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her friend sully says nothing except that he's fine (and of knots in his mind) but someone this kind is not at all someone you go and just find only in hotel room 139 sullivan offers to give her a shot and before she can tell him that maybe it's not the best plan considering the things she's been taught but her brain somehow finds it the preferable plot now she's thinking in knots and they're tied round her arm denying fresh fuel to the blaring alarm like that broken machine needs her blood as thedcharm to pierce the balloon but protect it from harm and so for now the cogs turn about, rotate, and shift she gives Sully some cigs and her thanks even if she receives crushing regret as reciprocate gift so she thinks to forget but arrives just as swift and when it comes knocking to burn down her home she'll demolish herself to escape that bleak drone of an irony steady, a fine metronome keeping time for remainders, even if just a poem
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Phantom Pact 03:29
I have this friend, he hardly speaks but when he's dealt a card he peeks to see if it's the one he seeks it's not, he sits and keeps his peace from within the fleece of godless lambs the devil dealt that crooked hand then gave the game for shelter and beneath the table quickly planned to snap back like a rubber band now candid, he picks up the stack of cards and deals me in exactly a dealer should, in fact, with splendid, expert, skillful tact now with the odds, against me, stacked I fantasize some phantom pact a religion that could count the cards if I just have faith in what they are so my friend, he breathes a wordless sigh and folds his cards without so much as blinking but I sense his spite while conjuring my royal flush

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released August 31, 2016

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