echofonic

i (heart) analog recording.

i (heart) analog gear.
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perfect song to describe how i feel today:

measure me in metered lines,
in one decisive stare,
the time it takes to get from here to there.
my ribs that show through t-shirts
and these shoes i got for free;
i'm unconsoled,
i'm lonely.
i am so much better than i used to be.

terrified of telephones
and shopping malls,
and knives,
and drowning in the pools of other lives.
rely a bit too heavily
on alcohol and irony.
get clobbered on by courtesy -
in love with love and lousy poetry

and i'm leaning on this broken fence
between past and present tense.
and i'm losing all those stupid games
that i swore i'd never play.
but it almost feels okay.

circumnavigate this body of wonder and uncertainty,
armed with every precious failure,
and amateur cartography,
i breathe in deep before i spread these maps out on my bedroom floor.

and i'm leaning on this broken fence
between past and present tense.
and i'm losing all those stupid games
that i swore i'd never play.
but it feels okay -
(and i'm leaving) wave goodbye
(and i'm losing) but i'll try,
with the last ways left, to remember.
sing my imperfect offering.
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if you can telll me who wrote that song, i'll give you a cookie, or a slice of pumpkin pie.