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(Manifest)

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

I want to call a request through heating vents, And hear them answered with a whispered no, To crack the code of muscles slack and tense, Let every second step…

When the bus-shelter windows and napkin-dispensers surprise with distorted reflections, it's never the someone you're hoping to recognize. When the rent is too high living here between reasons to live,…

Aside

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

measure me in metered lines and one decisive stare the time it takes to get from here to there my ribs that show through t-shirts and these shoes i got…

Confessions Of A Futon-Revolutionist

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

Held like water in you shaking hands are all the small defeats a day demands. 10-6 or 9-5 trying, dying to survive. Never knowing what survival means. Leave the apartment…

Elegy for Elsabet

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

So the fields are stubble, the garden is done where the scary scarecrow stands and sees her holding up horizons with her hands. She's so tired of reading Daddy's lips…

Exiles Among You

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

Her body is a difficult sister, and she loves her, and hides her somewhere in herself safe from harm. She's barely coasting into a paycheque, stuck on empty. Her blue…

Greatest Hits Collection

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

Knock so I'll know you're still there, half listening, interpreting the air. Full of failing foreign tongue, my dialect of stammer come undone. I've got these threads of you and…

Illustrated Bible Stories for Children

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

Morning bright, rise. Go over your lines. Iron your carefully crafted disguise. We'd all like to sing. It's easy to sigh; to sprinkle a handful or plausible lies. Our buildings…

Left and Leaving

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

My city's still breathing (but barely it's true) through buildings gone missing like teeth. The sidewalks are watching me think about you, all sparkled with broken glass. I'm back with…

My Favorite Chords

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

They're tearing up streets again. They're building a new hotel. The Mayor's out killing kids to keep taxes down, and me and my anger sit folding a paper bird, letting…

(Past Due)

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

February always finds you folding local papers open to the faces "passed away," to wonder what they're holding in those hands we're never shown. The places formal photographs refuse to…

Anchorless

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

They called here to tell me that your're finally dying, through a veil of childish cries. Southern Manitoba prairie's pulling at the pant leg of your bad disguise. So why…

Benediction

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

you don't get to be a saint the dead man says you get to warm your hands for a moment you get to catch your breath and say one thing…

Diagnosis

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

I have a headache. I have a sore back. I have a letter I can't send. I have desire, it falters and falls down, it calls you up drunk at…

Everything Must Go

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

garage sale. saturday. i need to pay my heart's outstanding bills a cracked up compass and a pocket watch some plastic daffodils the cutlery and coffee cups i stole from…

Fallow

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

Wait until the day says it's closing, and public is put away. Write by the light of a pay phone your list of "I meant to say". Like "Winter comes…

History to the Defeated

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

There's blood in the sink, and he's plunging his wrists in. A hangover halo is washing away. Mechanic-school dropout stares into the mirror, stands up in his derelict daydreams. Always…

Leash

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

Had one of those days when you want to try heroin, drunk driving, some form of soft suicide. Sitting in silence and staring at ceilings or peeling the paint off…

Letter of Resignation

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

Takes a dried up ball-point, lemon juice and water, keeps a diary invisibly, In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite there's a certain search for certainty, you know…

None Of The Above

Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước

All night restaurant, Norh Kildonan. Luke warm coffee tastes like soap. I trace you outline in spilled sugar, killing time and killing hope. This brand new strip mall chews on…