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with all potential to harm
the wait staff calls back as you step to the car
the wall paintings carved
to be born with it
renders out over medium heat
leaves just a little on the char
double checking that none of this had to be used
practice the steps on google maps last night
pulling up the street view
the preparation, the redo
the aranci here filled with another life,
i’ll take a bite
step back under the streetlight
got away by transfer of loonie alright
the coins here look different alright
its posthumous under this light
username relatability
yank it down like a kite
yank it down like alright
side street invitation
a line of 6 bikes
somehow we all end up gridlocked
my x, y axis a fight
my x, y axis a fight
with all lost potential in this
first comes
the hunger,
the travel,
the enclosing abyss
i might throw a fit
this ragdoll frozen in time,
crossed over the bridge
my future son’s enigmatic
pulls out milk from the fridge
you gonna wake up or keep sleeping it really is what is it is
but if i plot my path
there’s some bones i gotta dig
this fragile dinner plate i bought for a couple of bones from a kid
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coffee stain
01:14
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lodged in the barrel
throat lozenge apparel
i'm thoroughly ambivalent
the conclusion i’ll come to at the end of this is
that its all in the narrow
the repetition
the logarithmic
clear pull back of the arrow
and it’ll double the distance
we’ll lose it in the smog
as if i had the foresight
to know the call
would drop
razor thin
where you goin after this can i follow?
where you goin after this can i follow?
where you goin?
coughing through the walkie talkie
a large collective pause from the building lobby
the way the gauze unravels
an old ripped Tee a negotiation
with my past self
the stain on the front
that was shaped from coffee
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towards the sun
02:29
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slipped outside, check my stats
slice it up
it’s 3pm Medellin sun
overcast over a quick cup
might make it out of here by 5 with some luck
way they call it a stud
way I stub my toe on what I thought was a banister
always finding out I don’t know enough
always finding out I don’t know enough
always finding out I don’t know enough
towards the sun, that’s consoling
i got sunk costs from cause and effect
cause all these days end up rolling down that same path
i stay blasé with it
knowing tomorrow i’ll wake up and there’s something else there sitting
that I can’t handle
it all adds up in it
we gonn meet in transit
we got pass each other in traffic
i was 6 hours back
how we call that the same day?
the certificate at the end of this
a couple jackets
that I stuck with
a few bad habits
i’m looking for anywhere to ash this
the crack of the seagulls above
the back porch like a handcuff
i’m waiting to call the bluff
shake my head like free associate
danger
late afternoon
too early to step out
i wager a couple more on the table
the room smelled of crabgrass
an argumentative last laugh
i’m always ready to drop my tools
when it comes to it
i’m always ready to drop my tools
when it comes to it
towards the sun, that’s consoling
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the screensaver change
the screen door play
strained to see the license plate number right in front of me
the email chain
astigmatism rain
i was stepping outside just to feel the temp drop
how it don’t scale up on the humidex like we want it to
last year the car wreck shook your plans
the card deck missing a few too many
to make any time worth wasting with it
you side step
someone mobile ordered and its wasted
they want it redone
the screensaver cycles
a bone saw, the prime meridian
think its all split in two
when i get tired
i send that raft through lake michigan
invisible i step off on 5th avenue
a foxhole my big ticket item
i fill my basement in preparation
and send that through
when i go
they’ll know i was hiding
my fifth finger jammed in the door
and for the rest of this it goes blue
the brightness in the door ahead
the keyhole
and my declining breath
an old man sketching inside the breakfast area
I glimpse at his paper and see there’s nothing on it
but 2 single lines connected as some crumbs of bread
the trail opens at a break in day
we’ve been walkin a couple hours in silence
as conversation fades away
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taking a line for a walk
02:11
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meandering
it never feels real
chiseling the inside wall
breaking through it is a fleeting pass
furthest from the sun
on this patch of grass
i like to think this a wooden ship
to a lesser extent
to a lesser extent
and i
see land ahead
and i’ll
circle around again
meandering
the true journal entry
the clearing sketch
a sequoia in the far
far back of the woods
a muffled gun shot
the falling sense
i don’t feel inclined to revisit again
its not any of this is in consideration
to a lesser extent
a fragment, a cigarette
an expression is the source
we go forward
we go forward for a breath
we go forward
we go forward for a step
we go forward
we go forward with a step
and i
see land ahead
and i’ll
circle around again
and i
see land ahead
and i’ll
circle around again
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-2.5 / +2.5
02:09
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under water
under construction
under some piece of advice
under ground
i’m still a problem as much as i’d like
the handwriting scribbles
mistook the final copy for the sketch
and i bet what gonna set me adrift
something i couldnt expect
fortune approach me while i’m grazing empty
my own body, it calculates how the lazy tempts me
in conversation with the ski lift
i glimpse over and see the neighbors above ground pool
thats full of leaves fallen
its opaque, the back office
calls for you to drop it
how’s comparison the thief or whatchu call it
its theft to compare anything to me and so you stall it
under surveillance
under the microscope
under review
i put 50 on cleveland
i dont think anything’s worth solving
if i get over myself
i’d probably understand what to call it
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takeout
03:04
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took the detour for some extra minutes
hammer in hand
the night is footsteps
a hard hat, a line without limits
picked over by the worms
weird fishes, areppegiation
a tackle box, the slope of the curb
i step out for the reprise
the respiration
in my line of work, you cut the line if its weighed down
the plate empty,
i been on hold for like 10 minutes now
the music cuts they said the machine is down
its cash only for the night
ima call back in a minute
ima try to get the line
ima call back in a minute
ima try to get the line
took the detour it’s a mirage
im unraveling
my front bumper dented for no good cause
the morning blue jay
on our clothesline
you tried to take a pic before its gone
snapped it quick
the whole time it was just a trick of the fog
im still asleep my memory’s jogged
its all hands on deck
its a bus load of schoolchildren i’ll take the next stop
the water bottle stuck in the vending machine
i shake it
but i can never get the god damn thing to fall
ima call back in a minute
ima try to get the line
ima call back in a minute
ima try to get the line
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8. |
2 truths & a lie
02:33
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once in new orleans I was slipping out the back window
the wood barrel caught me
a little dusty
the masthead printed
I didn’t check for my name on the list though
a couple steps from cafe l’etincelle
they know me by the wrong name
i never bothered giving them the fix though
the fixed game in conversation with my heroes
i’ll FaceTime my day ones just to cycle through some old photos
where i’m going next not a priority
the only thing on my mind is getting this splinter out of my barefoot
my basement in the same set up it was the last time though
paint chips in the back corner like they skimped on the air in the bag
i let it all out slow
i’ve never been to new orleans
always asking what i’m going on about
the tree in the same spot its been since the last time growing
the font in all caps
the guest editor will probably call it out
i slow the pace down to a crawl
so i can consumed in it
spending so much time wondering what more can i consume in this
spinning compass its a placeholder
my philosophy is that back fence
gonna get knocked down in the next storm so you might as well go over
once in the west of France I was slipping out some guys van door
slept on the mattress in place of his back seat
didn’t note much else going on or what I came for
stopped in the public park for a sheesha break
so he could take a nap
then we went forward
thinking back how i only note we were going a bit over
and he was moving across country lines, then shipping all of his stuff over
we never bothered following up
he might be curious about what branches fell
acoustic panels, my dizzy spells
the longest day of that year was still just another way for ice to melt
last year a silo, and still the ice melting
preoccupied with not touching the ground
my feet hanging over the opening
a little too hungover to get back on the boat but someone else bought the ticket for me
so i’m goin
i’ma overlook the water
the location a placeholder
my philosophy is that back fence
gonna get knocked down in the next storm so you might as well go over
my philosophy is that back fence
gonna get knocked down in the next storm so you might as well go over
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cropscropscrops Montreal, Québec
montreal based abstract rapper, producer, and occasional video slicer. builder of glitch, narrative, and cracking staircases. here for the longest of hauls.
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