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Palestrina
02:12
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That one night I had a dream:
I stood in yellow sunlight
Sampling ancient architecture
To the strains of Morricone
Followed your footsteps up Escher-esque
Staircases that stole my breath
I’m a calm peripheral fixture
My private tears are tough to picture
There’s an art to being the one left behind
By one who belonged to the world
They didn’t know the you I loved
(Did I know the you they loved?)
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Impunity
01:48
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He’s my lifelong pen-pal in prison
The grouch I carry a breakfast tray
For me it’s only a game
Made for children with scissors and paste
Our fat egos play chase
In an empty train station
And cleave together in a chaste
Love bed of better-than-thou
I turn my camera on, he cheesecakes
A starlet splashing in the bath
Outside the riffraff die
Of the ripples he makes
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Pink slip
02:17
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He pays for a replacement voice
The romantics think it should be me
His last effort: a ham-fisted apology
But he could bruise his knees for decades
And never see how after too many whiskeys
When I cast off the rosebud and eyelet
My selfhood made him suspicious
His play turned into punishment
Determined to exaggerate
The differences of our nature
To know another human
Really shouldn’t take that much
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Final cut
00:48
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This is what “violator” means
To think: you were a child alongside me
A brutal shriek, the morning breaks
On the leftover stumps of my wings
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Good plates
01:53
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Snapshot of the wedding day
Knew better, did it anyway
Crash-! the unflinching facade
Crash-! cold narration of pain
Crash-! the way he’d absolve himself
But caricature my tendencies
Crash-! practiced flip of the switch
Crash-! his WASP conformity
Send them sliding down the eaves
Smash them on oil-stained concrete
I’m the spectre loose in the forest
Unapologetically
The singular bounty of silk brocade
That I was born to be
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With the pin removed
01:26
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“…there is nothing holding the lever in position, which means there is nothing holding the spring-loaded striker up. The spring throws the striker down against the percussion cap. The impact ignites the cap, creating a small spark.
The spark ignites a slow-burning material in the fuze. In about four seconds, the delay material burns all the way through.
The end of the delay element is connected to the detonator, a capsule filled with more combustible material. The burning material at the end of the delay ignites the material in the detonator, setting off an explosion inside the grenade.
The explosion ignites the explosive material around the sides of the grenade, creating a much larger explosion that blows the grenade apart.
Pieces of metal from the outer casing fly outward at great speed, imbedding in anybody and anything within range. This sort of grenade may contain additional serrated wire or metal pellets for increased fragmentation damage.”
(howstuffworks.com)
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Oblitterati
01:10
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Floods of dots and flecks and specks
To drown our self-significance
I want to blow us all to bits
Freckles on the smug face of the universe
Befriend the garish spots that dapple tablecloth and forearm
Learn to spare the bugs that startle us but do no harm
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I haul my earthly burden to and fro
Hammer away in stifling shadow craving
A flash of mercy from the devil I know
But after one tantrum too many
All of a sudden I see
Her face as it is: gaunt mask laughing madly
And the weight lifts off of me
Pistol cocked
I dress to depart
Borne forward, resolutely
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