Author: waby eliott
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LAST DAY IN OASIS TOWN, DESERT
-the wind was seething, heavy. -after waking, and gazing at the pummelled window -i pulled my patchwork desert gear into a bag. -i borrowed some sandals, a bike, and ate a healthy bowl of noodle. -then peddled scowling at the wind. -in the town, in the open maze of buildings, -the sands were kept at…
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SKP
the hat was a little too smug the morning turned into a bug with my freehand i waveddown a fastspeeding car and poured into the door from a jug the morning incredibly thin the sun scuttled up with a grin the black leather bag with its money and buckles hung grasped by the scruff in…
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FOLLOW THE WEED SMOKE
follow the weed smoke. here 3 boys sit on a bench by a fence in a field with a hedge and a road and a row of young houses they are grinning they are talking they get serious somewhere walking then they joke when they smoke follow the weed smoke. here’s a girlfriend with a…
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TREE
the soul of my feet kiss the seat of the sky my head buried deep as a bone my arms splayed akimbo, away from my side my trunk is a gnarly old throne a child sits under my leafy green shade drinking the juice from a lime the crust is my college, i suck dirt…
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HORSE
enter the field of the galloping stallionkicking up mud like a young rapscallionclods of mud in the clean cut airnostrils flicker while the white eyes glareflaming mane and thumping legswarily edge back, back to the hedgeviolin bow tail, violin wailhoofprint, horseshit, horseshoe trailstrange thing with the wigwam skinbucktooth beast with the habsburg chinhorse in the…
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IMMIGRANT
this song is dedicated to all migrants, immigrants, emigrants, nomads, refugees, and foreigners. may your wondering feet take you where you need to be and may the rabid forces of border control and beaurocracy disappear from your holy lives. lyrics: .. far away on another continentshe looked up at the stars, hand on her heart,…
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Beast
the long man of wilmington is this guy on this hill who carries two sticks or staves or spears or dowsing rods and he tells of solstice and watches over the people. good luck, people.
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nUBE aZUL – letras en español
mis letras a español, de los albumes the cloud (LA NUBE) y my blue tempers (MIS TEMPERAMENTOS AZULES). traducciones por el mismisimo güeivi éliot con ayuda de meli. burning hot coffeea swanmountain sea & desert treepoisonsnowliverrollerlightning songbenidorm todaydark eyesst. catherineella gravitygood morninghimalayablues noirdrugstxtpinstripe trousersmirrorblack sheep moanpequeño huracántrainno feelings + little fish BURNING HOT COFFEE 10:59…
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the PETROGLYPH.
i stalk past broken pines, past stonewall partitions swallowed by moss, past the young oaks of autumn with rust in their leaves, their bodies skewed and contorted, past barrel-chested chestnuts, almost-forgotten giants, their torsos thickset and stocky, their trunks hacked and pruned and farmed continuously for hundreds of years, by long chains of generations, untill…
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Ripple-Watching
7 sep 2024 ripple-watching a stone thrown in a slow fish shows his slicing fin the circles move through solid time the trees reflect in broken lines the branches climb the waves come close they touch the land the meaning grows buried in my heart my problem buried in my chest the truth opening my…