December 2011
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Erasure- Fingers & Thumbs
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Two Aunts
When I feel the old hunger coming on,
I think of my two great-aunts,
A farmer’s daughters,
Speaking into the dusk in North Dakota.
I imagine the dark baron
Riding out of their mouths,
Thick-skinned and girded
Against disaster, swathed
In cuirass and chainmail and a curse.
My hunger was theirs
Too long ago. It swims in my blood,
Groping for a foothold.
It is the dark I thrust my tongue...
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Reasons
For our own private reasons
We live in each other for an hour.
Stranger, I take your body and its seasons,
Aware the moon has gone a little sour
For us. The moon hangs up there like a stone
Shaken out of its proper setting.
We lie down in each other. We lie down alone
And watch the moon’s flawed marble getting
Out of hand. What are the dead doing tonight?
The padlocks of their tongues...
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Q Lazzarus- Goodbye Horses
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New Order- Dream Attack from Technique
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