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Correspondence
04:40
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Dear one, remember early April:
the hail and crocus bulb.
As per the damaged deck gone moldy
and regarding wine to mull.
We used to stare, just wonderstruck
at our idiotic luck.
Dear one, are you advanced in changing?
Yours truly, left behind
as per the unkept vow still healing
badly around your favourite tree.
We used to eat like turkey vultures,
kneeling low
We used to stare, just wonderstruck
at our idiotic luck.
That we could be just in this humming,
deep in this joy, this sweetness muck,
this infant cloud whose silver lining
yielded storms; your bowels seized.
I still expected all your letters
right before your lips mouthed “please”
envelopes marked return to sender
made the brook inside me freeze
I was the red-red-red--red-Robin
you were the car- car- Cardinal
my aura all in jealous yellow
when I saw your ashes fall.
I was the red-red-red-red-Robin
you were that worm-ready beak
all of the psychics say you hear me
even when i cannot speak!
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Casseroles
04:56
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Give your dead what they require
Not a solemn funeral pyre
Not a choral intervention
Not this epilogue or mention
Giver your dead what they most want
No romantic house to haunt
No close likeness set on fire
Give your dead what they require
Give your dead their final due
Open wide the chimney flue
No sandwiches with ravaged crusts
No more pledges to combust
Give your dead what they require
Not another rosy liar
Not a guy who knew them when
Give your dead their death again
Give your dead what they require
Not some son they may have sired
Not some line, some mark, some wire
Give your dead what they require
It’s the dullest solemn hum: Here they come, here they come
Every kind of casserole
Every kind, every one
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3. |
Hello Gorgeous
03:10
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Is it better? Is it worse?
Shun all magic then be cursed.
Goodbye, Georges!
Hello, Gorgeous!
Fall in love, in reverse!
I was born a horse and carriage
On a path toward a marriage
Goodbye, Georges!
Hello, Gorgeous!
Wear a veil inside a hearse
What’s the matter? Are you crying?
Take heart, take names, take up sighing
Goodbye, Georges!
Hello, Gorgeous
Be the last or be the first
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4. |
We Are Bears
02:50
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this place that’s mapped
can’t exist
we are bears dreaming
i can’t read the map but i can feel it
we are bears
dreaming
all there is is snow
every day
and we are bears the kind that never hibernate
with useless paws
and smaller nets
for every pungent trout
my father wrote a
map for me
it was black on snow
in cursive from the 20s
for what is known about this place always gets unknwon
“you need a map
every day”
“you need a map
every day”
my father said
this place that’s mapped
can’t exist
we are bears dreaming
i can’t read the map but i can feel it
we are bears
dreaming
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Baby
05:16
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Don’t come back as a baby, Baby.
My hands were not made to twist
the infant, your soft resurrection;
a pig on a glowing spit.
I am no more home than you are
I am no more home than you
(just a bit of scattered grit)
Don’t you dare come back as mine
I will laugh you right outta my womb.
I will treat you like nobody’s baby
I will dress you in itchy wool
I am not your home! I’m not!
I am not your home! I’m not!
And I am not your fool!
What if you came back as another? Don’t you dare, don’t you dare.
through embers
through……...
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6. |
Curse
04:21
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When I arrived, all of your bottles
had water in them to their waists.
And all the pills inside them floated
like so much well intentioned waste.
That night I left the kettle on;
Left the house, left the water.
It boiled over, left a burn,
a call heard by your doting daughter
When I arrived, she had counted
all the things that you’d done wrong.
And she a sharp and marvelous weapon
Left you only two days strong.
That night I left the tub filling,
Left the house, left it running.
The neighbours saw a waterfall
Patched it with their youthful cunning.
When I arrived, you were waiting
In a kind of arrogance
With your hands folded
Round the last of that romance (its thrust, its dance)
That night I left the candle burning
left the fire, left it smokin’.
Nothing left of mold or mud
And only one of us is broken.
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7. |
Stages of Drowning
04:07
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Q: What if I drown over there, off the pier?
A: Off the pier, off the pier, off the pier
Q: What if I don’t make any noise?
A: Nothing to see, nothing to hear
Q: Will it take me by surprise?
A: The first stage of drowning is always a surprise
Q: What if I regret my choices?
A: A moment in time for all your lies
Q: What if I hold my breath and pray?
A: Nothing to hear, nothing to hear
Q: Will it feel like a surprise?
A: The first stage of drowning is always a surprise
Q: What if the fish are watching me?
A: The fish are here, the fish are here
Q: What if I’ve never done anything good?
A: The fish don’t care, the fish don’t care
Q: What if I hold my breath and wait?
A: You are rescued by a man
Q: What if no man rescues me?
A: You will sink down into the sand
Q: What will happen before I sink?
A: You will black out and convulse right into the sea
Q: Will I sink right to the depths?
A: To the bottom, kelp and tulse
Q: Will my mouth froth and sputter?
A: You will froth just like a dog
Q: Will I sink like others have?
A: You will sink once you are waterlogged
Q: What if the fish are watching me?
A: The fish are here! The fish are here!
Q: What if I’ve never done anything good?
A: The fish don’t care, the fish don’t care.
Q: Will it be beautiful to watch?
A: No
Q: Will it be romantic?
A: Certainly Not
Q: Will my friends miss me?
A: Their lives will be a ruin
Q: Why will I sink?
A: There will be no more air in you
Q: Is this true?
A: Yeah it’s true, it is true.
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8. |
Lettuce
03:54
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The say I can turn a phrase pretty
I have a way of making them laugh
For whatever’s that’s worth
it’s a dime in my purse
A cup of coffee from the carafe
Lately I find, everything’s kinda
not just a chance for me to be funny
The birds and the bees,
the way that you wheezed:
therapy dogs, an ivy full of staph
Knock knock! Who’s there? Lettuce!
Lettuce who?
you know who
you know who
Let us in! It’s cold outside.
They say I can turn a phrase pretty
I’m skilled with the ladies, I know how to talk
whatever it means,
we can all eat our greens
And try to get over the shock
Lately I find, everyone’s kind
Everyone is just trying to be funny
The jokes aren’t landing
Despite all our planning
I know you’re wishing I’d still make you laugh
Knock knock! Who’s there? Lettuce!
Lettuce who?
Well you know who
Well you know who
Lettuce in it’s cold outside
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9. |
Thicket
06:08
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It’s in the “us” that can glean
more about our one base nature
from this perfect coffee maker
than from any nomenclature.
Where every earthworm rises to the surface
like an unresisting corpse,
ancestors I once resembled
sure as day surely warp.
Every accidental coupling
The tiny turtle that won’t make it
All part of this fixed pastoral
You can love it (you can love it) or you can hate it (you can hate it)
Walk quickly now into the clearing
Where I feel like I’m a thief
There is a kind of animal
Made for wanting, made for crime
It’s in the us that’s made to suffer
and consume at the same time
Walk quickly now into the thicket
Yours is mine, mine is yours
Consider what you almost can’t:
The universe, its heavy furs
Walk quickly now into the clearing
Where I feel like I’m a thief
The rare sight of a bull moose mounting
Is ok, I guess, it’s true
But it hasn’t much to say
About this thing with me and you
Greetings from all your dark hair
spread across the lake: a loom
I processed the negative, your eyes:
Inside the dark, the darkest room
Every song suggests a saviour
I’m not sure what that’s about
Every drill a pill to savour
But it’s not to take by mouth
And a soldier’s heart will waver
Are you sure that way is south?
There’s deadly nightshade in your kitchen
I know - I’m allergic
The other shade’s a psychic burden
So thick and dense you can’t see through it
There’s a deadly nightshade in your garden
And I am just an amateur
Listen to the trees they’re breathing
Listen to (listen to) the grassy purr (the grassy purr)
Walk quickly now into the clearing
Where I feel like I’m a thief
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10. |
Frank and George
03:19
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Frank and George meet by the tower.
Some bones now and a box of ashes.
Frank and George need a shower -
Decaying dandies with long eyelashes.
They meet in the heather, if the city had heather
(What is heather anyway?)
Making jokes and chatting about the lousy weather -
they fight about abortion, they agree about equal pay.
Frank and George in all their charisma
sit and fret about their girls:
Is she okay now? Is she okay now?
As time and youth are cut in curls
For all of time worry, worry:
Their bodies worried down to specks.
They meet in the daisies if the city had daisies (what are daisies anyway?)
Or at the top of a Montana crust
Making jokes chatting about the lousy weather
They fight about souls, they agree about trust.
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11. |
Mercury Gold
03:16
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I’m gonna turn this fat mercury into gold
Pawn this heirloom for my dinner
just enough rope!
Trade my nature - robes of a sinner -
Mercury to Gold
This is what I’m for.
I’m gonna bake me a cake full of birds!
And each flight will leave a wake of words!
This is what I’m for.
I’m getting ready to be exciting
(hear the world shuffle in its slippers).
Come down to the harvest's yield
from the big wide field, with my newly sharpened clippers.
This is what I’m for.
I’m gonna have you, you’ll be at my feet
Sleet wet and shivering, sleep-genius whores.
There is more to winter than Christmas : this is my declaration
This is what I’m for, and what you’ve been waiting for.
I’m gonna turn this fat mercury into gold
Pawn this heirloom for my dinner
Just enough rope
My base nature in robes of a sinner
Mercury Gold.
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12. |
Whose Box
03:42
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whose box is on your back?
whose box is on your back?
I can carry that box I can
I can carry that box
I can bury that box I can
I can bury that box
There is nothing extraordinary
About the weight that I will carry
I can carry that box
whose box is on your back?
whose box is on your back?
I can scatter that dust I can
I can scatter the dust
I can shatter the gust I can
I can shatter the gust
There is nothing that’s the matter
with the ghost that I will flatter
I can scatter that dust
whose box is on your back?
whose box is on your back?
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13. |
Sulphur
08:08
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When I die, my hands burst into flames
A relative is holding one of them when it happens.
And even though my mouth has been sewn
Or is full of tiny worms or removed all together
The tongue the vocal cords shut
In a decorative box
Or is full of ash and sand - still,
An old boyfriend wants to kiss me
Push his tongue in
And he does,
When you die, your toes become spherical mirrors
And in them we can see the reflections of everything misremembered.
Remove them with a saw.
And come when I call you! Join me in the flames!
Become not unlike a tall and loveable matchstick.
Stinking of sulfur, let your head crumble into my
side pocket.
Side pocket.
When we die nothing happens,
except the two of us do see tiny lights in every pond -
light bright, luminous like those satellite Google maps: ethereal!
And they pine for your voice and your ukulele sound
They almost lick you are so loved.
And this is hilarious and our laughter is on fire
It rattles our teeth like dice.
So come when I call you and join me in the flames
We are not unlike two tall and loveable matchsticks.
Stinking of sulphur let your head crumble into my side pocket.
We crack like fat in the skillet
Only smaller
And wilder
And further away.
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TIDAL MOUTH Toronto, Ontario
TIDAL MOUTH is an ongoing conversation between Rachael Cardiello and Daccia Bloomfield. Daccia writes the words, Rachael
writes the music.
TIDAL MOUTH: a site where very different waters merge and become difficult to distinguish.
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