Có 38 tác phẩm của tác giả Weakerthans, The

 One Great City! 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
late afternoon another day is nearly done a darker grey is breaking through a lighter one a thousand sharpened elbows in the underground that hollow hurried sound of feet on…

 Pamphleteer 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
im standing on this corner cant get their attention facing rush hour faces turned around i clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest then watch it swoop…

 Prescience of dawn 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
The sirens woke me up again I know their coming for me someday, just a matter of when Count to 25 and yawn Touch the clock and turn my back…

 Reconstruction Site 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
Well I'm lost, I'm afraid, Rope tied down to a leaky boat, To the roof of a car on a road in the dark and it's snowing. If I'm more,…

 Sounds Familiar 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest. Shedding skin faster than skin can grow, and armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives: words, to meet and to define and…

 The Reasons 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
How I don't know how to sing, I can barely play this thing, But you never seem to mind, And you tell me to fuck off, When I need somebody…

 Time's Arrow 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
("Smoke falls. Things are created in the violence of fire." - Martin Amis) So you watch the sunrise sinking, and she's talking in her sleep. A dream of how alone…

 Watermark 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
i count to three and grin you smile and let me in we sit and watch the wall - you painted purple speech will spill on space our little cups…

 Without Mythologies 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
A soft breeze with the slippery concrete black and full of muddy slush, contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung on a tunnel of silent shivering trees (the ones you…

 Our Retired Explorer (Dines with Micheal Foucau... 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
Just one more drink and then I should be on my way home. I'm not entirely sure what you're talking about. I've had a really nice time, but my dogs…

 Plea From a Cat Named Virtue 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
Why don't you ever want to play? I'm tired of this piece of string. You sleep as much as i do now, and you don't eat much of anything. I…

 Psalm For The Elks Lodge Last Call 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
Let the waitress put the chairs up, let the glasses that you broke, form a picture of our leader with a halo made of smoke. Let the golden oldies station…

 Slips and Tangles 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
we're rolling neon lights and slinking purple skies squeeze out soft regrets from all our lives as i greet another door that opens in to that place that we repeatedly…

 The Last Last One 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
You always stole all my last words. Here's no exception then, one more for me to send. And nothing happens in the end. I'm thinking of you less, more concerned...…

 This is a Fire Door - Never Leave Open 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room. Half illuminate a face before they disappear. You breathe in forty years of failing to describe a feeling. I breathe out…

 Uncorrected Proofs 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
as for myself, I am always forgetting what it was I wasn't going to write about what I wasn't going to say again -Catherine Hunter The mirrors and the unacknowledged…

 Wellington's Wednesdays 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
The night's a spill, a permanent stain; the city soaks in silence, salt and dirty snow. A blue glow from the tv again, the cutains never open, faces never show.…

 {Hospital Vespers} 

 Weakerthans, The | 13 năm trước
Doctors played your dosage like a card trick Scrabbled down the hallways yelling "yahtzee!" I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic Something calling "The Politics Of Lonely" a toothbrush…