Auction Block

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Too much stuff

You carry and keep too much stuffed inside you

This time around, I won’t carry it with you, love, I won’t!

I’ve a race car for heels, a skyrocketing soul
A heart built to withstand the truth

Hold on tight, study me, I have been set free
By my own hand — I’ve been set free!

Free to not compete with your garbage or ghosts or girlfriends

I thank God I know to no longer be content to clean your kitchen

This time around, I want your body and soul, stripped and ready

Willing to expunge the demons

Be condition-free, and the highest bidder is me

Baggage be for yesteryear

We’re older now, with fire-proof feet

Only sheer-will and brass goggles we’ll need

Take my hand, I’m leaving now, before the excuses become too loud again

I see noise in your heart spilling onto your counters
Yet life, you keep in your closet

Let it go
Let me closer

I’m leaving now

Clear

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Sugar, speak

Speak aloud to the ghosts
On this journey, with you from an infant thing

You know they know you
They’ll believe you

Have no fear
For it’s rest you’ll find
There
In them

And laughter, then silence
Finally

Look for me
Here
Speak

Bring us back to life

Steel & Glass

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Hold fast to speed
Virility
With horse-powered heart of cold, hard steel
That feeds the oats my hand cannot

Fall sleeping, glassy-eyed
Blind
A plasma world upon a wall I cannot penetrate
That feeds fairytales, as my feet live actually

Speeding

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You, Pontiac boy
Ever-beaconing muscle-car radio
Oldies songs all the way
Turned up

I, Chevy girl
Ever-grasping the volume knob
Ripped it off, tossed it out
My window

Pictured us
Forever grooving, reminiscing
Life-long love song
We’d drive