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I DON’T KNOW

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be the savior of my religion
be the hand beneath my pillow
be the paperweight on my papers in the wind
be the kiss that beats my alarm clock

i’ll be the dust on your stage
i’ll be the canary to your coal mine
i’ll be the detour to your house
i’ll be the fire to your attic

we’ll be until we can’t
we’ll move like wind ahead of hurricanes
we’ll dance like we’re drunk
in my parent’s basement

then you’ll be the ghost under my stairs
then you’ll be beneath my flowers and my letters
then you’ll be the flowers that rise to your grave
then you’ll be cumulonimbic swan songs

then i’ll be with you amongst the madness
then i’ll be swimming beside you like two halves
of a pair of scissors piercing through paper chaos
then i’ll remember the way we felt

i’ll remember the way we felt

then i don’t know
i don’t know
i don’t know
i don’t know

we’ll make it up as we go along.

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LUNGS

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i never really considered my lungs before
it was as if my heart was the mob boss
and they were just these two goons on each side of him
but now i know what it is like to dig deep for a breath
and come back empty handed
i know how it feels to not have the wind within you
and i’ve come to love the lungs i was given

i’ve been reduced to whispers and murmur
i’ve found an invisible hand of a criminal
clasped tight over my mouth
my face turning blue then black
like day then night
and i have found myself dizzy

i know what it is like to miss screaming
to reach deep for the demon within you to find it comatose
sound asleep in the passenger seat of my bloodstream
i will never again deny a battle cry
i possess within me
a twin set of speakers
designed to project from the core of me
the biggest fucking symphony you can imagine

the stage lights meandering the audience
flashing blindly bright to all those around me
my bass will shake the foundation that you have created
empires were made to fall
otherwise, we’d become too god damn content

these lungs of mine
they have each other
we think we are a lonely heart
but maybe we should focus on the fact
that we are a pair of lungs
within all of us is a golden libra scale
tipped by the slightest hint of a kiss or a war

i will never deny my lungs again
i will breath in everything
and spit back fire
i will burn down your false empire
and my own, and i will keep you warm on cold nights

i never really considered my lungs before
but the ash has been cleared from my throat
and i sing like a new born baby cries
i sing like our very last breath dies

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FEAR

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fear is the strings that move the fingers across the typewriter
fear is the blood that pumps the legs through the unemployment line

fear is the crackle behind the mother’s voice in the son’s head
the father’s voice in the daughter’s head
fear is the force that lifts the blouse over the head
the pants down off the ankles
fear is the wind that blows the sheets off of the bed

fear is the truth that pushes the words from the back of the throat to the ears of the anxious
fear is the fire in the pit of the stomach that burns the oils of regret

fear is not the torch that leads through the tunnel
fear is what you are left with when the light goes out
when you walk blindly using the broken glass beneath your uncalloused feet to guide you to uncertain rooms, uncertain bars,
uncertain jobs, wars, trenches
into the uncertain hands of uncertain lovers
where on off day days you get a good glance at something fleeting
but worth the walk

fear is not the snap of a father’s belt

fear is those residual scars you choose to keep
and those you let fade
those battles you fight like a mad man
and those you let go of like lovers
you wanted to hold onto
but sometimes the things we want most
are the things that would kill us

fear is the bones beneath the skin of courage
and fear is what is left in the ground
when we disattach
unafraid
from our bodies

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2012

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