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Sky In The Tree

by Atomic Houdini

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Caught like a butterfly, soul trapped on all sides swallowtail eyes die to a silent beat Her future feet bring to life making war with the sidewalk to catch that chocolate white whale That could swallow all the children with their fishbowl heads and their bell clear voices that remind us we ain't dead yet inside, keep those eyes open wide Paper sky eye beam on down so indifferent to our house found once again by the axemen chop chop, chop-chop-choppin' thinking our trees are their prison bars Left looked, scene unsteady screened screen eddies fly pixel flashes blue dream on her glassy friend gaze or flitting flirt fleeting word fleets fast freckle Victrola horn vortex contour of silence spun round till her eyes signal fire flower cheeks Sandy stone hands hold the world tremblin' up high still deaf as a paycheck when splashed by the sounds of those who just, just forgot themselves thinking our eyes are their prison bars Amanda standing in the Jacarandas won't you make those sharp clouds cry? Choked like a bow-tie but still asking why your body's in the blender of a modern fender bent dream drawn defense where the pavements always warm and the insects don't swarm for fear of that storm that could swallow all the children with their fishbowl heads and their bell clear voices that remind us we ain't dead yet inside, keep those-
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Eyes open, I's open, night last we, skin roll on waves a membrane for the liquids a lover to caress those fleshy sand hands what's below? don't we know? if we're one with them? there are no other frames pulling us just this rush the rush (night, last) the rush
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Foreign hands, or foreign lands for-in stands an i-mage that is not the m-age maze, amaze me Unearthed earth, dreaming again of your birth exhale, inhale, repeat without fail the shifting fields of taunting time will grow indifferent to your squirming on the lines as they did before They took little Lithe and Lady Mondegreen the saddest things are shivered not called out in screams (on screens) Conversation stumbles, fallen leaves us strangers to the eye stranger to the I these leaves upon the wind when taking leave of branches grown apart from the start NOW I! will never sleep a child again beneath my fathers eyes THAT TIME! is paths that stretch above a grasp into the haze PLATE GLASS! will thoughts that separate last beyond the...?
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River Valley 04:48
I was shoved out of a dream that felt like a river valley me was told this world got no room for ya dilly dally One eye a Krishna and one eye an alley fight me was beheld if he was in my shirt then he'd be the one repelled by Old man says 'I'm calling the guns for to protect me' from having to see past the veil of your alien ambiguity 'Cause values are hard to stick to when they clash with the animal you and the eyes outside your tribe don't count for much if you're still a rough draft and see me as projections of your, misguided mythologies those images that don't get at the I in the me the I in the me the sky in the tree the sky in the tree the eye set free where the sky meets sea I dove into my waters seeking the I in Me was the bass clef hard pressed to keep up with the I's treble pace Gracefully woven patterns in my deepest lakes space underwater afternoon unwash my mind Our head world has entangled itself in a net of feedback loops jangled like a fountainhead thought that has to answer to the troupes Of third generation musings that lost themselves tryin' to study the stork and wonderin' how they fit into the search to see that inner sea, blow over by the wind Blood looks to itself to keep warm but them, them, they don't see the limb behind the blossom it's just socks under the microscope it's just the robe of Jesus lies suppose nothing can free us so truth for time, cause a chair don't sit in itself and dots for lines, cause that's close enough if it takes too many ticks for those images that get to the heart of the I in the me the I in the me the sky in the tree the sky in the tree the eye set free where the sky meets sea
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She smiles and says that we are out of silver nickles whispers endearment to my ears doors their timbers tickled As they are on a fire-cheek day faraway that sees us as clouds kissing till you leave as a mist and leave me missing those simple nights of Taking off our clothes just so we could put them back on dancing drunk on our love all coordination gone While brass chairs leak instead of keeping their time She smiles and says that I was her love in a past life moments with her make for odd-dove brushstrokes on a sundial canvas As they are in a fire-cheek dream of torn seems when it sees us as clouds kissing then you leave as a mist and leave me missing those messy nights of Hot drinks and big ideas but we still shivered like two animals small caught wandering in the copper cold past Where rests now my autumn cousin? two shades blue are minded of him wander through the walls of bodies spliced they have no spice of life no skin roll on waves when their fibers have all dried Brushstrokes brushstrokes, must-strokes paint my eyes? Our peach cartoon will laugh at their fading skies Brushstrokes brushstrokes, must-strokes stroke and stoke A flame that burns all cheeks And leave our old wrinkled brass peep shows dripping sadly down my favorite worn saddle badly addled from its' madly battles
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Storm clouds roll in again towing their flashing din and every drop is a shifting mask in our momentary cask that leaves whispers of lives to pass He lost his mind to rocks you can hear in how he talks now he regards me as a spy you can tell by the look in his eye when he sees the camera in my hand from taking pictures of the... no cat and no damn cradle and daddy used ta beat 'em with a ladle 'bloom red jets and call all bets off! shouts a steel barker Rainbow vein statues are they vain statues? all statues melt in the rain back to where they came from it's just a darkened glass is it a childhood photo past or the prophecies of tomorrow City breath but leave (believe) a breath or two for me sea rise and sun-sick as they keep on coming with those bricks all day chanting as they bang their sticks 'ahh now when the masks come off you know I'll get mine' sea of arms and stray blows melting into another animal time Foamy teeth and eyes slit narrow dead tree rain could drown a pharaoh The patterns that are shaping us are shifting outward in a rush time flies where'd ya get them wings? space monkeys where'd ya get them stings?
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Shimenawa 05:37
I didn't ask to be a traveling salesman Or run clone factory for shadows no can stand My head was filled with buzzings from some outside source The noise was deafening as bees flew from my pores I never asked to carry bag of leaden bones or put out skull-fire that smokes with narrow thirsts I didn't ask to be a traveling salesman I guess I'm happy to just catch catch as catch catch as as as caaaaan Shimenawa... I didn't need a figure arms of plastic hard Or try to be a mirror of a well liked card I didn't need someone to kill to keep me free I step from circle to where I I am I I am Sky as a song, legs swept along wind brought the smell of voices lost and they slice through your eye like a cloud through the moon a timid mother who hides her halo too soon From the sky was that clouds reply after I inhaled the voice of a friend Alight from dream, such pretty sigh the water ebbs this way From the sky was that clouds reply after I inhaled the voice of a friend A light from a stream, such a pretty scream the wind blows this way I didn't ask to be a traveling salesman Or run clone factory for shadows no can stand My head was filled with buzzings from some outside source The noise was deafening as bees flew from my pores I never asked to carry bag of leaden bones or put out skull-fire that smokes with narrow thirsts I didn't ask to be a traveling salesman I guess I'm happy to just catch catch as catch catch as as as caaaaan Amaterasu...
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Amaterasu, you bring the night with you Unearthed earth, slide along space lines in time, Now you, will never sleep a child again beneath your mothers eyes And your time, is paths that stretch above a grasp into the haze And that plate glass will thoughts that separate last? will thoughts that separate last? will thoughts that separate last beyond the...?
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I was a lover out standing in the rain impatient to inhale your soft perfume again The lighting bugs burrow in my skin And I remember a night you wore a teardrop tin (I'm watching myself from the outside I'm looking at) Next I am a boy who flickers in fluorescent lights Wondering why there are faces so uptight With the a man who doesn't glance at the news he simply paces and whistles out his blues (I'm watching myself from the outside I'm looking at) This port is full of souls stuck waiting Who are afraid to play a new game Because rules always change A mother sits with a child to her breast The coffee in her hand she sets to rest Skyline yawns and kisses circles 'neath her eyes And hundreds of people touchdown on the rise (I'm watching myself from the inside I'm being seen) I wipe a tear and catch a whiff of my perfume and think of strong arms to hold me soon If I look long enough It's true that I can see the child in that mothers arms is me (I'm watching myself from the inside I'm being seen) I let my mind wander, I let my mind wander and I begin to see, the truth in things not me I let go of me, I let go of me and let things be, what they will be, vision is free I am a lover out standing in the rain impatient to inhale your soft perfume again The lighting bugs burrow in my skin And I remember a night you wore a teardrop tin (I was watching myself from the outside I was looking at)
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My brother and me, we walk through this desert, this desert of snow, that eats at us but waters our trust, as we walk on The strangers we see are reflections in our eyes because we don't know what they carry, beneath the surface or so we think A girl came to me, out of the night sky she cast off her diamonds to hold to my eye a human kaleidoscope she said: "no matter our color, or flash we are only flesh, blood, and the soul we build" "our death is at hand" was our midlife lament "as a species we've sent every signal we know" and the patterns our hands make our hearts feign to break and we swear we'd never do such things but every life is leaf to be kissed by the sun and fall back to the earth as seasons done family tree you can grow but the wind it will blow and winter will leave a few to walk through the snow to walk sundials through the night again as shades to all the places we've known persisting patterns so hard to break through sometimes wish that we could start anew persisting patterns so hard to break through sometimes wish that we could start anew (sea-rise and sun-sick please don’t lay another brick in my front yard) life grows up, and life grow out regret brings about such pretty foliage (we skin roll on waves a membrane for the liquids a lover still) where rests now my constant autumn cousin two shades sky are always minded of how (I let my mind wander and I see the truth in things not me and) I was shoved out of a river valley deep and wide the limb floated away on (I let go of those trees for those images that get to the heart of) ((strange how we're left searching, for what we are, already strange how out of place, in our own homes, we are))
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River Valley 04:39
I was shoved out of a dream that felt like a river valley me was told this world got no room for ya dilly dally one eye a Krishna and one eye an alley fight me was beheld if he was in my shirt then he'd be the one repelled by old man says 'I'm calling the guns for to protect me' from having to see past the veil of your alien ambiguity 'cause values are hard to stick to when they clash with the animal you and the eyes outside your tribe don't count for much if you're still a rough draft and see me as projections of your, misguided mythologies those images that don't get at the I in the me the I in the me the sky in the tree the sky in the tree the eye set free where the sky meets sea I dove into my waters seeking the I in me was the bass clef hard pressed to keep up with the I's treble pace gracefully woven patterns in my deepest lakes space underwater afternoon unwash my mind our head world has entangled itself in a net of feedback loops jangled like a fountainhead thought that has to answer to the troupes of third generation musings that lost themselves tryin' to study the stork and wonderin' how they fit into the search to see that inner sea, blow over by the wind blood looks to itself to keep warm but them, them they don't see the limb behind the blossom it's just socks under the microscope it's just the robe of Jesus lies suppose nothing can free us so truth for time, cause a chair don't sit in itself and dots for lines, cause that's close enough if it takes too many ticks for those images that get to the heart of the I in the me the I in the me the sky in the tree the sky in the tree the eye set free where the sky meets sea
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released June 5, 2012

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