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Sitcom Afterlife

by Frontier Ruckus

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1.
This year's robin's breast is not as red The entire nest is underfed Every bed I've made has broken down The AA meeting is letting out From the parking lot where my mother let me try out Driving my grandfather's car when I was just fourteen If the splendid world wants to end and rid us I wish it'd just get on with it and forbid us I can't keep track of what I own My brightest day was poisonous but agile And then you decay in a way so fragile In the sticky shade with an ice cream cone Whatever happened to the little sailboat We kept behind the shed but only once made float? I used to climb upon it onto the roof And now the earwigs climb the trashcan I figure I'll become a sort of watery man Pissing in my night backyard Distributing the proof You can keep a record of all your meals And the way that each day feels Safe and well-preserved in some hidden cavity But all your private and precious locales All your hidden heavens and all your pals Are gonna succumb to the brutal gravity Baby I know The splendid world is immune to flattery It burst me on the sidewalk like a run-over battery All my metallic innards come pooling out To try to name this is to be less famous If I were dumber and detestable I'd be more successful But on the sharp scorched grass there's nothing else to sing about
2.
How does one little girl Manufacture so much gall? Your little body's swelling with it all You're gonna need a bigger room You're gonna need some strong perfume To keep those boys interested enough to call Being young is no excuse, friend When you're old enough to flush that loose end After you cut those lines in the bathroom stall Is your microphone malfunctioning? Or is it finally broken? Mine's so loud it's ringing in your wall So when you look at a photo of us in our prime How do you not fall apart each time You think of me? Or do you not think of me Very readily? Bathroom stall hypnosis, doll Kicks in when that latch closes Although I'm told the snow gets cold Through disillusioned noses And when no one's bearing witness Will you still be the princess Of the bathroom stall? That's all I wanna know How does one little girl Pull the wool constantly? The dry cleaners ain't 24-hours, you see It's ok to take a break It's ok not to fake To be that girl I thought I knew you to be You tricked that kid in the bar smoke Into thinking he was in on our joke Well, he don't know the pattern Now, does he? Vitriol is poison I'm just trying to get some noise in Before you turn the power out on me So when you think of our feet in the sweet hurried flight How do you fall asleep each night You think of me? Or do you not think of me Voluntarily? Bathroom stall hypnosis, doll Kicks in when that latch closes Although I'm told the snow gets cold Through disillusioned noses And when no one's bearing witness Will you beg for forgiveness In the bathroom stall? That's all I wanna know How does one little girl? Don't call me from bathroom stalls when The heavy nightmare falls in I can't help you now, I'm quite afraid Well, I know that nightmare Yeah, I've been living there Since some little girl How does one little girl Make me feel so goddamn Betrayed?
3.
Summer, 2007 Drunk at the wedding Of my former enemy Those days I was still stuck in my young ways Back when the fresh-faced girls Were still a friend to me The theme song To this sitcom Don't have shit on Our greatest episode I still think back to All that shrink-wrap you Placed around your heart As it overflowed But who knows where we are? Now that my first car Houses nothing but the stuffing Of the pain of mundane joyful suffering Sad modernity Had its turn with me Baby, did it have its turn with you? You moved out to Seattle You won the raffle At work for the waterpark You drove me across The country black with loss But something in the dark Well, we made it spark But who knows where we are? Now that my first car Spun itself into the median On I-75 this evening Sad modernity Had its turn with me Baby, did it have its turn with you? My mom's there Selling menswear In the lens flare Of some little memory Summer, 2027 Drunk at the wedding Of my newest enemy
4.
Very Well 05:01
Burning smell of black-dyed hair Bathroom bit by winter air You shit-talk your old lovers What's left 'neath your cold covers? Your father's shaky tacit holds Ankles strangled in the folds The fitted sheet at the feet of spring Come see me when you can't sing Any longer as things go Mouth all full of filthy snow And you wouldn't know But I still can't believe And that smell The burning hell Of the tress And what can I tell You but yes? And very well I wake up to a joke so deep Laugh myself right back to sleep Walk along the thawing shore That's pawing at my young drugstore Where last I saw your baby teeth Glinting as I fell beneath And you wouldn't know But I still can't believe And that smell The stinging swell Of the day Has shown me the way And what can I say But very well? And you wouldn't know But I still can't believe About that smell The way it fell Indelibly spry And how am I? Can't you tell? I'm very well I'm very well
5.
You say that you've forgotten But I know that you're rotten in your sweet little way Like the crabapples Themselves like ornaments Fermented in the suspense Of their sweet decay Drinking Shell station wine beneath the Sylvan Lake willow My prophesied Rebecca on my bike trail and pillow I still see your cheeks so red in Pontiac summer The pulverized sidewalk and the racing and the stupor Or in danger, and the kids using a milk jug for a basketball I'd risk it all to ask it all, to bask the fall again in splendor Tracing your rotten spine Oh, but when you hair was still long Everything a new song and the heater and the theater Soiled tights and the nights Where we touched in standing darkness The odor was magnetic and we wore it like a harness My memory is freezing in your dead night winter attic Evacuated all except for the electric static Of our bodies sparking on the carpet and the mattress Something made a tar pit out of what was once a fortress Who can really say? Maybe I took that for granted But somehow my lips never left Where the back of your neck slanted Oh, my little wastrel My sweet lost friend My piss is in the tendrils Of your rented house ivy That ensnares the end Suspended there Like the crabapples Themselves like ornaments That's what you said one morning Looking out the back window of my parents' Weren't some mornings so fine? There inside that book I gave you Maybe there's a line you wrote to remind you or to save you Pretty "bois" sell shitty ploys But mark down all they're telling Catchphrases that vaporize Within ironic spelling But now the crabapples are in the century's storm The World Series is over And the world's collapsing in its form I think of all those young names that day on the stones we read Then cold Arizona Iced Tea when the cemetery scorched us red Now I am blind to your weekends The snorting kind of your new friends But there's a lot where Washtenaw ends that you might recall I know the way your body bends In the parked van where still impends The smoking frozen moment and The cataclysm of it all And I know your girlhood diary pens I read it back to you with tenderness Inside that summer bed Across your mother's hall Did I die inside the cleanse Of blinding-sun Lake Huron lens Where we were perfect?—that depends It's all just sand and squall Do you still hum when night descends? I thought it was your calmness then But it's your motor panicking With the animals trapped in your wall All the boys that you fucked over Eventually got out of Ann Arbor Honey, how come you're still stuck behind The counter? The streets we used to take The cracking of the lake I'll never get that final point you were barely even trying to make
6.
I no longer know your name But I can't forget every single time you came around Every time you came around for me You came down on me so hard I will never be the same April spits a frigid flame Of boiling memory The neighborhood for me Is black and perfuming Lilacs fracturing in the yard Now you don't mean shit to me It isn't how it should be Darling But I didn't refuse you No, I didn't choose to Stick my nose in every single opening that's powdering But the place where the ice glare Tasted the sharp air Of the open water on the lake As it breaks Oh the spring night Oh the sting might wake me up to see Your initials on the sacrificial version Of me Darling anonymity You're planning alarming schemes It's startling when you teethe on the cartilage Of my ear and knee What's the last thing that you said? Will somebody find you dead Inside my TV screen? Grassier and green The smell of gasoline The summer's perfume keen And so dense I am always panting for The smell decanting on your floor The kidney and the spleen The bladder filtered clean The purity I mean The prettiness The preen You, in a sense Now you don't mean shit to me It isn't how it should be Darling But I didn't refuse you No, I didn't choose to Stick my nose in every single opening that's blossoming But that place where the ice glare Tasted the sharp air Of the open water on the lake As it breaks Oh the spring night Oh the sting might wake me up to see Your initials on the sacrificial version Of me Darling anonymity You're planning alarming schemes It's startling when you teethe on the cartilage Of my ear and knee It's harming the summer's I have left It's squirming It's making such a mess My heart is at the broken Dairy Queen Where our kiss is melting with the rest
7.
Down in the morning we thought we'd never lose I saw everything It startled me I briefly knew what you were gonna do I sprinted that night all the way to the bar 'Cause I smelled danger all around our little star The galaxy Was blacker than the one I thought we knew At the jukebox I stared across At the display You were putting on I thought I'd gone to hell that day Who were you when you were laughing In that horrid way? Next to him What made it dim, our special day? When we were Down in the morning we thought we'd never lose Drowned in your fried eggs Half-asleep I'd sweep the glory of your unshaved legs I wonder where the moments go when they die? The quotient's too imbalanced to ever truly fly And that is why They eventually just settle down to dregs But on that day The squirrel dragged its way across The bike trail where we did fail To save its loss Maimed and lame is what we became In the coin toss All the same, nobody came To claim the dross It's piling Down in the morning we thought we'd never lose Where I'm still sleeping in It's a lazy sin Please don't wake me when you go to work When I came to The thought of you Fiercely pierced my Bothered skin Grandfathered in To fence the present tense Inside a murk I can't bear to think of where The moments go The underwear peels and reveals A layer so slow Do I dare to think of there That others now know? The pubic hair and cubic square Of every strand of banded glow Down in the morning we thought we'd never lose On your sister's pull-out couch Where you heard me vouch For the existence of what's inside It was true Until it died But what killed it? You willed it And I woke up
8.
Little Henrietta From the discount hair salon I invented you to come undo The torture I've been thrust upon I'm a rolling pin A half-deflated soccer ball Left to brittle in the yard In the spittle of the broken fall I'm the scared aggression Of a little dusk dog's bark Middling and piddling In the safety of the dark Pontiac's been tainted Rochester is done Chipped toenails are painted By the blacked-out friend that was The carsick sun But little Henrietta's from the same township as me So natively she knows about The coughing memory Now everything I see is full of Coffee And the lofty little Hope of love Every day for you my Lovely little one Scratch your back and never slack Or back away from our first day of profuse dripping sun Darling Some chipped-tooth baby doll I had Stung me like that day That I rode my bike into a wasp Then Pizza Hut to wash away All that stinging cruelty You'll understand, I pray The future is a creature that Can only hope to lick the love Its tongue tastes of today But little Henrietta and the pillows on her bed Where really we just kill The memory that won't stay dead With a tendency for spilling silly Coffee And the lofty little Hope of love Every day for you my Lovely little one There are three blades in my back But two of them are yours to track And see where they've begun Darling Little Henrietta I have had three wives You're my only ghost The organs I have lost control of The roll of film I can't dispose of How your memory survives Like communion host Or floating with the burnt toast That was coasting in my grandpa's daily Coffee And the lofty little Hope of love Every day for you my Lovely little one
9.
Counterfeits 02:43
10.
You taste like A&W Orange and brown Draw through your straw Wash it all down The strange age The gas gauge The rash upon my ribcage But you'd never leave me in the lurch Or deceive me when the search For the morning Gets boring Mechanically scorning Twenty-thousand broken tunes A galaxy of afternoons Birthdays of November ruins Are soon to be my vehicle I'll be dozing in the divorced dads' Devastated bachelor pads It subtracts and then it adds But all in all it's a miracle they do That's when I go where the college kids loiter Just hang out and reconnoiter The umbrage The language With each dumb pang of anguish I think about how I spent my year In a twin bed with young skin near So blindly Remind me How you snuck that knife behind me Some nights it's achingly ample Some nights it's just a sample Stamp a little dimple in the Simple love you think is yours But who's in your camp when the world darkens Dampening with snarking grins? The parking situation thins When unwieldy eras lock their doors 'But you know I got a lot for you But it'll never do Oh, unless Well, nevertheless You go Do what you gotta do If you're not so true I guess A&W Is fading too We'd walk through the town in an endless loop In the rapidly melting ice cream soup That stuck us together In Frontier Ruckus weather But ain't it precious? The freshest scrape? I faced rewind and erased the tape And I saw It all go But I still hear the audio Our sitcom plot line's terrible It rots on the vine like a parable Written by the veritable human punchline You now kiss I'll be driving around the Silverdomes With the student drivers and mobile homes The worst survivors of all my poems Would never treat someone like this I bet Your makeup's indelibly smeared on that towel I once feared it was permanently on me as well Like the cinder From that winter And the slush along Dequindre The ride that we got from the mechanic shop From the Persian woman in the Mercedes drop-top Her marriage Miscarriage We thought her stories bonded us in awareness We thought nothing like that could happen to us We were two of the luckiest Bastards in the mastered art of Barely ever giving a fuck But in the end one fuck got gave Two, if you count our literal behavior The root beer, dear Will you please save a drop for me, as you cutely suck? 'Cause you know I had a lot for you But it'll never do Oh, unless Well, nevertheless You go Do what you gotta do If you're not so true I guess A&W Orange and brown are through It'll be just like we never knew

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released November 11, 2014

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