{the first words on this album are
“the first words on this album,”
for any and all persons concerned

robert magner a magnitude of gratitude i harbor for you
showing up out of the black and taking my car keys away from me
poetry and gin in the theater house with cooper chris
and alyssa allison all i know son is
that his son’s daughter’s name must have started with an
a and hey those days of gta san andreas and absolut one-hundred with pineapple
were the best of the rest we wasted in that place we never quite could quit
befit and besot by idiots and flamboyant djarum faggots all over the sidewalks
leading up to [loo tehr] a chair set atop
[been suhn] i’ve been a bit disenchanted children
chanting fuck barack in the barracks barreling down dorm corridors
pounding on our blue barred doors and tossing green at the sky by the fistful
squawking god forbid socialism
november two thousand and eight roommate thanks
for a few last months of shaking off reality between easy mac
and the stock market crash
a fair share of porn sites and double-oh-seven playstation two nights
even though i kicked your ass every single time
when the clouds roll in and summer is nigh
i recall two thousand and eleven and sigh

rather oblique
this all seems rather oblique, but
even though i kicked your ass every single time
when the clouds roll in and summer is nigh
i recall two thousand and eleven and sigh

eighteen thirty four two seven one oh six
all up in the mix
bitch, as a freshman
crescendo by the do’s and the don’ts
blurring lines of this artistic pitch
which sway wayward by the crane of the neck,
sessions at the counseling center [reh knowl dah],
laundry i meant to fold you,
hold you jessica, pamela, christopher,
grandfather you’re gone
as the boy in these songs
and i’m as calm as a lip balm
never applied before biology
bottles of pellegrino filled to the brim with vodka in the library
likely feisty goat french presses at our desk for ulysses
sestinas and seamus heaney, terrell, betsy, rest in peace
didn’t know you that well, leave for the sea
winston, fuck it i’m blasted
charleston, fuck it i’m plastered
but fuck it i’m the bastard of ceremonies
awkward vocal timbre and less than random [feh ruhl] moaning
as her necktie walks by
i admire your suit
and your loosely kempt composure
but I don’t ever want to learn the double windsor
even though i miss your kiss every single night
when the clouds roll in and summer is nigh
i recall two thousand and eleven and sigh
even though i paint you, miss, every single night
when the clouds roll in and summer is nigh
i recall two thousand and eleven and sigh

rather oblique
this all seems rather oblique, but
even though i miss your kiss every single night
when the clouds roll in and summer is nigh
i recall two thousand and eleven and sigh

rather oblique
this all seems rather oblique, but
even though i paint you, miss, every single night
when the clouds roll in and summer is nigh
i recall two thousand and eleven and sigh