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Girl Power
04:05
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Girl power is
school hours
lip synced away
and they store it in our gym
they store it in our gym
in our gymnasiums
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replica-work-shop
tactless message board
nothing new said
so thing new read
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get circulation
circulation runs
the spiral core
and whats a core
a circle in the center
bored
bored
bored in-
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replica-work-shops
tactless message boards
nothing new said
so nothing new read
lips flap like burlap sack
three legged races
running on
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Girl Power is
school hours
lip synced away
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2. |
Kirby
03:09
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Given,
treated
not like canvas
-like silly putty
stuck to the underside
of a spectator mess
of a desk
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Pressed to newsprint
and photocopied faces,
that weren't her own and
had I know
I wouldn't,
I wouldn't,
I wouldn't,
I
wouldn't I?
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And who isn't houdini
at this age,
press your face to the page again
if I could I'd make
the same impression
adjourned sojourner,
luggage slugger I'll never hug
I'm haunted,
like Buster Baxter is by aliens
and now I can't turn off my bullshit detector
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Pressed to newsprint
and photocopied faces,
that weren't her own
and had I known I
would have yelled
would have yelled
would have yelled...
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3. |
Beanie Baby Bay
02:35
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sticky webs of inhale-able speck flies
swim the air in packs of plastic bags
never reaching the senior’s lawn bowling lanes.
The blank spaces of the child mind is what makes it so sane
and as we reach into them with age we suffocate the child
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'Cause
I want to sit sniffing the fish breath at the mouth of the bay
and lay eyes closed on a pile of beanie baby sand,
in a pile of beanie baby sand
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4. |
Divining Rods
04:51
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You are my sensei now
and I was once hers,
so she is his now;
student/teacher merge.
Two hot springs pulsing unseen
heard inside our feet
hot...
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So she is up to you know
you have my blessings Pete..
hot...
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You are my sensei now
so soft and so strong
like hot springs pooling up
I'm bathing in your loving warmth
warmth...
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5. |
Sky Dome
03:03
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Where’s the aloe vera snail-trail?
Where are piglets painted,
rolled in calamine?
By number people
paint numerous things
a war on wallets, warp tunnel vision
Squints away a peaceful nowhere
death only exists
to those who feel stuck here
—(are you stuck here?…)
(Who knows where we are now
I could be dead some place else?)
in whiny swing-sets, whistling windows
abstract rain splatter painting roads;
the sky dome
we fell asleep in
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Find the duct tape, build another
red green season lasts all year
for the street racing
people everywhere in empty cars
give me a lift
you know I don’t have far
to go you know you’re in a maze
that has yet to amaze me
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Where’s the aloe vera snail-trail?
Where are piglets painted,
rolled in calamine?
By number people
paint numerous things
and 2 plus 2
is for (four)
when
death
sings
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6. |
Animate
04:28
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synapse of nets
waiver to be torn
orgasmic rims
climax when getting bent
now that’s a perfect slam dunk
a good surfer’s getting wet
as waves curl into snakes
swallowing themselves animate
swallowing themselves animate
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Painters of our lives
spotted from
the train
the taggers on the bus
need to
step up their game
there’s a snake
from any view
every day-decay
decals hung unframed
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Sky dives stuffed feathery
from our seventh floor balcony
clay splatters fall through
the needle eye of a stairwell
I wanna see what it’s made of
stretch out from end-to-end trails
a good hike will make you sweat
and swallow yourself animate
and swallow yourself animate
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Painters of our lives
spotted from
the train
the taggers on the bus
need to
step up their game
there’s a snake
from any view
every day-decay
decals hung unframed
from my eyes
funded or famed
nor monetized
unframed
from my eyes
funded or famed
criminalized…
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7. |
Twerk & Cross-stitch
05:09
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Don’t let feelings fester
nature knows how to kill the pests
but lets them live long enough
to scratch the itch
that makes cheeks twitch
twerk and cross stitch
to scratch the itch
twerk and cross stitch
get old
now all your stuff’s kitsch
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All of my dreams
fall into place holders
will snuggle them
warm enough to hatch
and hanging from a latch
a body of dreams ascend
All of my dreams
fall into place holders
will snuggle them
warm enough to hatch
and hanging from a latch
a body of dreams ascend
over our beings…
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toe clamped
legs panting
sweat is what
bosses drink
championed
your gold star
makes yellow teeth
of the rest
championed
your gold star
makes yellow teeth
of the rest
of the rest…
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Don’t let feelings fester
nature knows how to kill the pests
but lets them live long enough
to scratch the itch
that makes cheeks twitch
twerk and cross stitch
to scratch the itch
twerk and cross stitch
get old
now all your stuff’s kitsch
but not
—
All of my dreams
that fall into place holders
will snuggle them
warm enough to hatch
and hanging from a latch
a body of dreams ascend
All of my dreams
fall into place holders
will snuggle them
warm enough to hatch
and hanging from a latch
a body of dreams ascend
over our beings…
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8. |
Obsidian Hands
03:31
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Obsidian hands,
sumac lungs,
a meridian expands
slouching postured slums
my skateboard coasts by
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black portal,
stone teacher's
only tutorial,
'your door unlocks from the inside
And it's not feng shui
to block the doorway
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In third grade I argued,
stones aren't dead
those vital
minerals
keep you alive,
watch yourself,
that time,
you lay on Barton shrieking,
you were dying,
you survived.
Watch your thinking
why put energy towards them?
Maybe the spirit takes shape
inside the landscape
and our bodies are suspended,
in light,
of our highest spirit.
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9. |
Jenga Hi-Rise
04:13
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I’ve directed
countless music videos
at the cross walk,
watched squirrels
leap faster
than Donovan Bailey
in his own park
I’ve been practicing parkour
on all the parking blocks
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disappointed passers-by
while staring at the sky
‘what’s he looking at?’
‘nothing’s happening’
‘nothing’s happening’
it happens for me
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find a seat in the grass
follow the rivers etched in your hand
build a jenga hi-rise
that they’ll understand
but please don’t stand under it
but please don’t stand under it
no please don’t stand under it.
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I’ve been practising parkour
on all the parking blocks
disappointed passers-by
while staring at the sky?
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‘what’s he looking at?’
’what IS he looking at!?’
‘I can’t see anything’
that’s all I see.
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10. |
Have Fun Levitating
03:36
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Like the
vortex mapping
of kid shrinking rays
new challengers approach
bottomless, ever-sinking
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pulling
frayed ends
every hour a twizzler
hanging from our teeth
self-serve belief.
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Victim hooded
jedi faces
lose touch
levitating
victim hooded
jedi faces
lose touch
levitating
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scoop up
daisies
have fun
levitating
scoop up
daisies
have fun
levitating
have fun...
have fun...
yes, have fun,
we're in heav-un...
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11. |
Manic Aaron
04:34
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Curious, courteous
shaking everybody’s hand
collecting business cards
from each and every craft stand
Aaron calls himself manic
manic comes off pretty sane
what does that make me
your pal
for a two hour eternity…
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so now he’s sending loved ones
felted scented handmade soap
made by a mother
before her sons tucked in, no
it’s not how much you have
but what you make of it
Aaron sees all existence
in a moment
so healing..
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12. |
Andy Kaufman Face
03:17
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They lower buses for him
hawk-eyed Andy Kaufman face,
one night he's in my dreams
the next we're both on the bus again,
he's a special, special case
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He's one of those people who are pretty
in a light that most are blind to see,
as there are many who seem to loathe
a quiet company
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Not me..
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Aren't there enough megaphone mouths
reciting the phone book?
Is that why they're no longer left
on our doorstep
have they moved on to reading something else?
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So drive me,
to Tobermory,
of the 90's...
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Ben Schillaci Hamilton, Ontario
Ben Schillaci fell in love with music as a teenager thanks to the soundtracks of skateboard videos.
He's always been creative with a DIY approach to whatever he's doing.
Ben Schillaci recommends:
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