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one way canada

the stop light is caffeine

headlight off the up ramp

eye injury gasoline

alcohol dawn

sick heartbeat pitch-black dream

look beyond the medicine

for every uncle stuck in the seam



i fear it's raining grandmothers

i won't be held responsible

threaded sweater casserole

i have every doubt it's edible

interchangeable eggmen in winnebagos are increasingly incredible

yet even lawn chairs can pose to be disposable



they can't tell me which way to go

even a stranger can't expect a rock to grow

until all the lights align

you won't feel the way i'm feeling

until all death is restored

i tie the ropes across the ceiling



the glass could even shatter

but i'd be so unaware

like a thousand shafts of light caressing the air

all digits are frozen

more than an escape route in my face

yet even a red fragment of fabric couldn't hold my space



you can't put lettuce on cheddar and call it a sweater

for this orthopedic kitchen sink

in a tank when it's hard to think

it's becoming hard to make a decision

exactly where to make the incision

the jumper cable can be a useful tool

unless you're a fool



but when i switch emulators

needless to say i'm kind of upset

yogurt filled up chocolate

it's kind of aging in my shoes

it's sometimes hard to walk through where i'm going to

you have no such clue when there's nothing left to do

it's all complimentary

service yourself because we're breaking down

not breaking up

because up is just a direction

which is useful in terms of random selection



synthetic apologetic glances

when your figures just don't add up

when i say figures i mean fingers

chicken fingers point the way

the way meaning of course, the solution.

absolution was the thought today

just to suppress my depression

to second guess this revelation

and elevate for degradation

graduate for this succession

it always sounds like something

but i've really no clue what i'm saying



a mantis praying, ask me later why this isn't here

there's got to be something missing

you've got to go through it again

you choked on my words the first time around



until then i'll take it slow

lay it low

we're slow motion vehicles

through this passage of time

this fleeting moment passing

could never be forever encased in glass

you've always got to let things leave you

when it's their time to go

there shall be no recovery

the past is left alone