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spiders
05:16
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(S) Scared crow. An arrow ascending
Fence posts. Man could martyr some saints
Oh joe You know Gets old Bending
you were always the shovel
(J) guess that makes you the rake
(S) moon and these Sand dunes
(J) from the same bowl
(S) that clouds been around
now 9 days Your sand joins the sand when you let go
Every flag
(J) Here take a drag
Every rag in the wind feels the same.
(J) Don't be a fool
Let me help you
out of that saddle
don't wanna
bust pa’s old bay
(S) got stuck with his head
compass for trouble
(J) shovel finds trouble
(S) mistakes find the rake.
(S) Wild turkey When’d we get so fancy?
(J) Come on Sean. you came a long way
(S) It's cold joe Hey if you’re not using your sweater…
(J) whiskey weather
(S) God damn pebbles Can’t stretch out level
(J) Man the stars. like an upside down lake
(S) Couple more trees. I could be happy
(J) Couple more kids. I’d be a king
(S) Couple more sips I won’t be worth shit
(J) Couple more drags. I won’t feel a thing
(S) Who thought up sky
(J) I’m really wasted
(S) Who had the idea. How’d they think of air
Think ma knows pas there beside her
(J) wonder what we smell like to spiders
(S) the best words never get heard
(J) hope they hear em up there.
(S) getting old
(J ) getting wider
(s) we smell good to spiders
(J) think ma knows pa’s there beside her.
(s) hope they hear us up there
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scared of the sea
02:52
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I bent to make room I can’t bend back
The storm your tin roof a long cymbal crash
When it falls as hard and as long as that
This will be the last rain this spring
rereading your letters. The pages are bent
The time that you took and what that time meant
The thick arc thin arc path of your pen
The rise and fall of your words reminds me of wings
it's like you’re writing to me now. Flying wings
You’re flying. And I am. It’s the last rain of spring
Flowered hours were our hourglass
Everything planted settled at last
If thunder is drumming that summer was brass
Brass and a last glass of meade
It’s raining now hammers gravel and glass
Against such a thing no drop alone lasts
The last rain this spring, the last glass for me
The end of the poem The rest I won’t read
I’m one drop alone. One drop alone. scared of the sea.
And I am. Done flying.
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Sean Keel Austin, Texas
Two dinosaurs rusting at roughly the same rate. The left most is UT math professor
Sean Keel. He writes lyric dense folk/country (and sometimes jazz) music both solo, and in collaboration with his family and friends band, Bill The Pony.
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