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Setting Up Mike
03:57
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ive contracted a disease
from the trampled trash in the city streets
ignored by passersby,
like a stranger's ghost,
i'm a plastic bag stuck to a curb,
above a sewer grate.
i'll leave my voice in NYC, my dumpster
and live in silence's false comfort
i'll pay no mind to judgmental eyes
to never speak is to move ahead
the already dead.
in the mess i found a pencil
to write things down and crumple the paper
dissatisfied with the dust that's gathered,
my soul is drenched in doubt.
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Cream In The Grounds
03:29
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i am the frigid wind
abandoned and forgotten
left to bustle through the trees.
you will always attract another
you are the radiator,
built by man as i molt to spring and summer.
i'll move on to chirping birds;
to natural warmth and light.
all the the time little did i see
that you'd have dittoed any seasoning.
i'll be a sunny picnic on the hill
ill be a fresh deep breath after the snow melts.
i'll be a fresh deep breath for someone with a sense of self.
blistered my churning brain.
i remember when you whispered "fear, away"
into my left ear, a methodic seed.
love is a kind of lunacy,
an unconditional mystery.
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Jellyfish
03:50
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memories of love washed up;
strayed from the current.
a jellyfish, dried and bland,
but having done its damage.
as much as you may have loved to touch her,
that favorite friend forgot your name
the moment you laid your lips upon her skin.
what seems so true gets buried in the sand.
the beach, a sad defensive spirit.
with your hand gliding over her waist the loss is never expected.
eyelashes batting always expect the sting.
beware or you'll be left in your head making excuses
for why such a boundless passion should be sterilized
and buried forevermore.
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My Favorite Person
02:40
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my favorite person doesn't have a favorite person.
she lives in a vacuum and contact means nothing more than a goosebump.
i jump everytime im touched
and she floats above
and a meteorite is jammed into the ground,
steam leaking from its pores
and burning bystanders eyes
growing uninterested with the earth.
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Thundertow
03:46
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nothing is meant to last,
so who am i to invest myself?
try to maintain and what's left is marred.
there forms a rime around a dying star.
who am i to excite
over anything infected enough to exist?
a win is a loss
and a loss is the undertow.
the brightest flame sinks low.
a life is birthed and grown
and it's time to go.
a cloudless day before the void;
mother bird cheers from a crowded bough,
but a ship on the shore
and a knife to a native's throat.
a gust of indifference,
a heartfelt prayer dissolved in air.
pesticide on the shrubbery.
something will always tear the seams.
the oil leaks,
left to sink and never cleaned.
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Stranger Cells Flemington, New Jersey
Stranger Cells is an experimental rock band from Flemington NJ comprised of
Matt Kephart - Guitar/Vox
Billy Palka - Drums/Guitar
Mike Edelstein - Guitar/Drums
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