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Sketching Across Figures

from Deniers by Synapse Lens

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South end in January.
Frozen blood in tributaries.
Needle highway signs, let’s go
create another status quo.

Engulfed in flames, on Woodward Avenue.
What’s the use in calling for rescue?
Fire’s a lighthouse in the storm ––
a warning sign to dock while it’s warm.

Circles end, I can read the escalators.
What’s linear dies beneath the ground.
Pretend that you are moving on and upward,
the earth spins from left to right.
I drive from New York down to California
I am fighting to stay in the same place in time.

The pockmarked sand of La Jolla.
They demoed our apartment in paranoia.
A white flag is a luxury condo.
It’s the symptom of a wink and a code.

I’ll stay put til I get the itch again.
To find a place I'd consider worth living in.
One day I’ll look at the landscape and know
I’m lying to myself and go.

Circles end, I can read the escalators.
What’s linear dies beneath the ground.
Pretend that you are moving on and upward,
the earth spins from left to right.
I drive from New York down to California,
I am fighting to stay in the same place in time.

Condescend, spit proud knowing I’ll never know a thing, talking in circles about the only time they had ideas, I had ideas, and did anything other than condescend, spit proud knowing I’ll never know a thing, talking in circles about the only time they had ideas, I had ideas, and did anything other than...

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from Deniers, released March 6, 2021

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