The Rhode Island Mixtape

3 Movements Inspired By The Absurd Cruelty of Unattainable Happiness (Summer Passages)

I sold my nightingale,
I freed
it from it's cage!
Now I spend nights staring
out my window
hoping it returns unharmed
but I know it caught fire in the
sky...
it will never be mine.


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sunshade cloak all secrets
like an obsidian dagger!

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Spill my secrets, spilled my blood,
down by the pier
spending nights
chasing that damn
butterfly.

The Rhode Island Mixtape

It's well known that
if rain
falls
after midnight, those
secret rendezvous
between earth and
sky
will coat all lungs
with the misty touch
of a thousand
lovelorn
princesses and
as such the romantic
blooming of a love unknown
becomes like the
burning
of a sensible reputation.

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If sand is so vast
and quantity unknown
then why does it's
beauty
not rival the stars?
A canvas blanketed
with unrepentant
beauty
can cloak the eys
to skew the perspective of
what is
beauty?
And, what should not be
spoken.


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I felt your grasp
slit out of
mine
and the coldness
of your
heart
wracked your body
with its
malicious intentions
so I
GASP!
my lungs heave and ache for
air!
but it's no
match for
the
cruelty of your
intent.