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The Great Lakes Ace

Above, a few feet,
From the gallery
Archaeologists spotted the empty space
Larger than the cross off M-68 by about 3 times
But they aren't the only ones exploring a void
Ancient like the pyramids is empty in the chest of the boys
Digging up the artifacts of time
Hidden in your lines
That I write
And when we collide
It's like a land mine
Hid in the jungle near a pyramid where
Built between rivers
2 shrines to weary livers and lovers
Whether its desert or monsoon weather,
When it's winter
You will be there
Somewhere in the hardware store
Picking out the tools you need
To dig more deeply
In the spaces left between
Or to mend that stupid leak

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Departure

Seperate hemispheres gone dutch
Right hand, left brain
Get another rush
Left hand, right brain
Get another buzz
Often it's a medicine
Keeping your eyes open
Or 
Acting as a sedative
Fluids for the sleep
Leaves from a tree
Just to feel at ease
Quality time with capital T
Chain to stay awake
Or sleeping through the day
Non-compliance with how the doctor medicates
But its medicine that we take
Another party scene
Two in the last week
Hanging out, friends- with drinks
Maintaining relationships with THC
When my liver dries up
Or your brain goes to mush
You'll find out why we
Ingest all these things
And if the right could speak,
Would we more easily
Solve the left's mysteries of speech
And why you can't tell me what we really need

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Fairwell, First

I walked up our street alone
Emphasis being
The key ingredient
Alone
I've been warm,
Keeping out of the snow
And I'm glad there's things you'll never know
You were torturing me
Camped out under 400
With the memories we shared in tow
I walked up our street alone
A mile from the park where I would sleep
I walked up our street alone
And I left you at the hardware store
Looking for the tools you need to fix your leak
I'm not sorry and I will not be
I walked up my street alone
Unlock, delete
Texts from you left on my phone
I'm moving on
I walked up my street alone

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Wisdom, Justice and Moderation

There's construction on 400
Bed rolls under the junction
Lights passing overhead
Eyes shut but never rested

With the film money rolling in,
New homes are built
With the overpass covering,
some are sheltered from the rain

Underneath 85,
Just south of city lights
are those still trudging through life
Bed roll, holding dog close for the warmth to survive

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Sister Perugia and the Fa Cup

Exit gate C opened up,
And the followers flood
Turnstiles overcrowding,
And fallen ticket stubs
A namesake for the estate
Just off of 23,
On the way to my place
In the southern United States
We've been distant, 
More than I envisioned,
But I invent connections the whole drive down.
I think in 2014, 
when I was 18 or 19,
A midwestern soundtrack
For late night soccer and drinks
Triple C highs
And Red uniforms in extra time
World Cup in the breakroom
In between classes at school
Another cup of coffee and a bet in the pool
I didn't know much back then,
I only liked the color red.
I didn't know what the number on the sleeves meant.
Exit gate C opened up
A capacity influx
And the following crush
Now a cup match, memorialized
For the 96 that died, 
Guilt heavy in my heart,
For a shameful valuation of life
I think, sometimes, that you catch me staring in your yards some nights. 
But I just need to relate, 
To some degree,
A measure of pain
Briefly, I commiserate 
Before the rest of my complaints
Turn into the same songs I heard on darker days
But this distance isn't quite so great
When put into context, the hours spent awake-
You and I, writing similar lines
I can lie on my bed, 
Close my eyes and project 
I can see the Midwestern home project store,
I can see the terraces of a stadium filling up with more,
I can see 23,
The same way that you can see me.

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Yen In Reverse

Two finger salute
They do a little dance
Gotta wash your hands
Two finger salute
Chew a piece of gum
Freshen up some
Two finger salute
Maladaptive solution
For a funhouse illusion
Two finger salute
I saw you through a mirror
Late in the night
Staring at myself so long
I saw through to the other side
You were combing your hair
You were brushing your teeth
I picture you reading in the den
With some food on the table
Picking up your pen
And writing
After a two finger salute

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Bellicose Troupe

Put on a troubling list on MSN
Is that store that I've spent too much of time in
If I had the money, I would buy it
Yeah, Colleen
But I'm glad I don't
I can't wear their clothes
When it closes up,
It's so small,
Few will ever know
I will always know
In the same mall,
A heart shaped rhinestone
I know it's fake, oh
Boy, but how would they know
If I had the money, I would already own
Yeah, Johnny
I'm sure glad I don't
Sometimes it sucks being this ing broke
But money is my tool sometimes to cope, yup
Acting like I can just buy a new scrotum

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Food Review

The aesthete bounds into the Bakery
He tasted all of the bread
To the village, the crumb tastes perfectly 
Yet the contrarian said
I've tasted crust, and your bread is too sweet
I'll eat somewhere else instead
And the Baker saluted the foodie
Yet regarded the critic as phooey

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Facism and Filles

Don't point out my mechanisms
Don't point out my mechanisms
Unless you want to be a snitch
In that case, do
Cause I'm a snitch too

I'm being literal

Don't point out my mechanisms
Don't point out my mechanisms
Unless you want to be a snitch
In that case, do
Cause I'm a snitch too

Some use sirens
Some use alarming words
I am partial to both
Birthed in panic notes

I'm a fan of tricky rhymes
I'm a sucker for lies,
and sometimes can't help but decry
the secrecy,
the need to hide

I'm a populist,
I'm your therapist
And you are also this
 you, Jon Smith

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Uranian

King Omsorg marched at the front of his column 
His intention to kill fellow Danes
He met his first man, bashed him over the head,
But his column had ran away