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Citywide
01:36
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Citywide
Saints and old specters
draped in rags of shame.
Lost to families
ignored by friends,
they rip shots upon
split pleather stools
while the world spins
and the traffic packs itself
like criminals to cages.
Tipping silver pieces
they dive to the glass bottom
like they’re searching for Jesus.
The air reeks of hostility,
festering behind the beaten skulls
and old cigarette smoke.
Two for five,
here in the two one five,
for those in homes
of crumbling bricks.
Modern day vampires
up before the sun
and commuting back long after
the bright rays have gone away.
Creatures of the night
trapping themselves in dives and dens
listening to the gospel
of static riddled sports radio.
Gold fish in cloudy bowls
dreading another day stuck
circling the same sphere
only hoping
only salivating
at the thought of a shot and a beer.
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In the Offing
02:38
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In the Offing
Deep,
deep,
deep in the black depths
of my hollow pocket
prays a crumpled fiver
to be released, set free,
finding itself unraveled
and allowed up for air
so to swim to another’s hand.
Drowning
in a sea of still sneakers,
heels, boots, loafers,
lined up behind one another,
ever so lightly screen-tapping
and filling silence chit-chatting,
are prisoners of patience
shuffling to cramped cells
at the far far end
of the long external hall.
Treading
water in a stream
of dribbling guitar and bass
that’s escaped the alley entrance
to greet those that lie beached
just outside the pulsating venue.
Floating,
soon I find myself
up and at the front
feeling my melodic toes
dive into the tide,
caught by the current
lineup of opening acts.
Waves
of fluid instrumentals
rise and wash over me,
lifting me from my anchor
and sail from the sidewalk shore
toward the ocean of castaways
some of who arrived alone
only to have never felt more peace
in a school of strangers
kicking to the same experience.
Sinking
into the choppy pool
swirling with noise,
are hoarse voices
calling to inform me
the water was fine
as I drift down further
journeying into the deep
deep
deep
deep.
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3. |
From Nothing
01:57
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From Nothing
I who have nothing
but the pocket change
sunk deep between
my despair and my dreams.
I try and hitch a ride
With the chattering bus change
like paying off Karon (Sha-ron)
to cross the violent Styx safely.
I don’t wave goodbye to the Doldrums,
to the wasteland I leave behind.
No,
No tears stain my cheeks
when the bus door seals
and the engine roars to life.
I who envision decrepit shantytowns
built at the bases of glass palaces.
Who sees demons laced with shadow,
wreaking of booze and sin,
still feel relieved at the sight
of the small town fading.
Feeling the heat of adrenaline
from fear of the unknown
warming my cold heart
after so long sensing a numbness
like I was frozen in the biting ice.
I who is prepared for self-damnation,
knowing of the narrow path
my two anxious feet teeter on.
Where they trudge in ash and mud,
through the fire and rage
through the torment and pain,
until my peace of mind
becomes mine,
in my self-constructed paradise.
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Katcheen Tongues Los Angeles, California
Katcheen Tongues is a Philly/L.A. based art collective focused on fusing music and observational rhythmic poetry, wading in the waters of avant-folk and lofi psychedelia.
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