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Jezebel (Radio Edit)
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subservient roles in the economic skin;
the skirts will accumulate the stain of sin.
the women so lovely in their harlequin dress
could never advance past the role of caress.
hegemony will never come to an end,
as vengeance awaits with an outstretched hand.
the paltry pittance has become the norm–
if only the state would acquiesce to reform.
the steady logic of an ancient penance of establishment
impinging on the cowering souls of the damned.
the economic inequality perpetuates their plight;
the cycle of inferiority evolves.
the stammering heartbeat of the jezebel
rekindles the lust of this manmade shell.
the women so lovely in their mannequin dress
could never aspire to career success.
their labor is harvested a mile from the ground,
from harrowing harlots with a horrible sound.
disquieting judgment with an innocent grave,
abandonment welters in neurotic/erotic waves.
the steady logic of an ancient penance of establishment
impinging on the cowering souls of the damned.
the economic inequality perpetuates their plight;
the cycle of inferiority evolves.
pillars of salt piercing through the ground
recall the image of forsaken towns
and cities where status was tied to a wage,
where they fed upon money in a petulant rage.
the sexist logic of a system of askew establishment.
rapacious yearning for a profit, untamed.
peculating from the labor of the class marginalized–
this will be remediated in the end.
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The Power Broker
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a landscape that slumbers in the splendor of summer.
the encroaching consumerists threaten the borough’s livelihood.
they lack social empathy. their suits are designer and pristine.
defying the harmony that unifies every neighborhood.
they’ve conquered the subways, suppressing attempts to unionize.
they’ve defaced our murals and buried the lower caste in debt.
perfidious politicians manipulate with no regard for life.
and stymie the competition, their soulless endeavors undefined.
the artists stabilize the district while developers gouge the housing market.
they tear from us our will to contribute to the systems they inflict upon our homes.
the fires consumed us, accruing insurance for their banks.
their insipid espresso bars, the waterfront urbanized and bleak.
the public’s ambivalent to crimewaves distorted by the press.
the vitreous architecture–their city’s a schizophrenic wreck.
perfidious politicians have crippled any opportunity
for social protections they once afforded the precarious working class.
the decline of the industrial sector is the fault of this eternalized regime.
condemn the power brokers and reclaim the city we once loved.
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Jezebel (Acoustic)
02:47
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subservient roles in the economic skin;
the skirts will accumulate the stain of sin.
the women so lovely in their harlequin dress
could never advance past the role of caress.
hegemony will never come to an end,
as vengeance awaits with an outstretched hand.
the paltry pittance has become the norm–
if only the state would acquiesce to reform.
the steady logic of an ancient penance of establishment
impinging on the cowering souls of the damned.
the economic inequality perpetuates their plight;
the cycle of inferiority evolves.
the stammering heartbeat of the jezebel
rekindles the lust of this manmade shell.
the women so lovely in their mannequin dress
could never aspire to career success.
their labor is harvested a mile from the ground,
from harrowing harlots with a horrible sound.
disquieting judgment with an innocent grave,
abandonment welters in neurotic/erotic waves.
the steady logic of an ancient penance of establishment
impinging on the cowering souls of the damned.
the economic inequality perpetuates their plight;
the cycle of inferiority evolves.
pillars of salt piercing through the ground
recall the image of forsaken towns
and cities where status was tied to a wage,
where they fed upon money in a petulant rage.
the sexist logic of a system of askew establishment.
rapacious yearning for a profit, untamed.
peculating from the labor of the class marginalized–
this will be remediated in the end.
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Thames
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entangled in the bedsheets, an endless affair.
the sunlight strikes the mantle with rarefied air.
a heavy heart weighs on us, a glossy love.
conceiving altered notions of what we’ve become.
but if we let it grow,
we’ll find a mistress here as cruel as time.
under the somber clouds,
regret will fester under tendrils of light
on the walls.
through the window comes the city of sounds.
an inevitable departure, fated to drown.
I’ve never been to London, but I’ve dreamt of the Thames.
when the river finds our veins bare, the endless will end.
but if we let it glow,
the stacks of photographs will turn this page.
just like an antidote,
a conscious narrative fulfilling you.
and so we watch it grow.
the murky waters swelling past the banks.
and we could write it down,
the signs and sigils scrawled on the walls
of the Thames.
on the walls of the Thames.
on the walls of the Thames.
I find it hard to wake up in your arms.
suspicions left unresolved become incendiary.
a heavy heart weighs on us, a glossy love.
conceiving altered notions of what we’ve become.
and so we watch it grow.
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winter wracks the mind into submission,
an oppressive atmosphere we dwell within.
the memories evolve into a burden.
we blot it out with ink and fentanyl.
collapsing in the throes among the C trains,
we claim to hunt for love but can’t recall.
our bodies weren’t built for this exposure,
so we escape into the country for a weekend.
an epilogue,
an artist’s cage.
the numbing fog,
the restless rage.
we watch the hills recede into the ocean,
standing on the empty blackened shores.
the scene that we initially desired
leaves us gasping, clutching for a meaning.
an epilogue, (on giving up,)
a poet’s page. (on getting lost,)
the endless smog, (among the trees,)
the restless rage. (and hoary frost.)
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