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Dizzy Seas

by Chris Bathgate

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1.
03:41
Sometimes my thoughts are like lights on the water: some calm and clear and the others they stutter, feathered across the feel of the water. Somehow my words they just scatter them further. I call it out. I calm it down. I call it out. Sometimes my words are like rooms long and narrow: faded in heat, of the mind's deepest furrow. Sorrow in soothe, Secret in cadence, somehow my thoughts remain otherwise sated. I call it out I calm it down I call it out
2.
02:50
NYC and away I run, off to a city with a coat unfathomed. Genesee and the day has come to cast a blow I can't recover from. Om Ohm O(h)m LIC and my tongue is caught deep in the belly of a thought untraveled. Genesee and the jig is up, my tongue is tied, my secrets covered up. Uhp U(h)p Oh
3.
Trapped in a real life. Trapped in a hard tusk time, oh sweet time. Do what you feel is right. Do you what you feel like, oh it's right. Don't say goodbye. Feel what the sea is like. Feel what the sea is like in time, oh it shines. See what it feels like. See what it feels like in time, oh I shine. Don't say goodbye. Trapped in a dark mind. Trapped in a hard luck sigh. Oh, we're fine. Don't say goodbye.
4.
02:57
Are you going to make me beg for it? Whatcha going to get instead, dizzy? All the breathing of the night. All the shifting of the lights. All I need now is a sign. How I quiver in its sights. Why's it always have to be heavy? When's the dizzy gonna seem steady? All the breathing of the night. All the shifting of the lights. All I need now is a sign. How I quiver in its sights.
5.
05:19
All my wasted days come back to me. Every hour, broken and dour, returns. All my hasty love pushed back to me. Every choir, spoken in flowers, returns. I didn't steal, I didn't try, I just stepped aside. Hide. I didn't kill, I didn't lie, I just said goodbye. Hide.
6.
On the northern country trail I'm not feeling very well As my footsteps start to fade How my thoughts they drift away From the tunnels all of green To other places that I've been To dark tunnels of their own To every kiss I can recall From the ones that were a gift To the ones I straight up stole All the patterns in between What's transmitted and received All the shadows in their curl All my footsteps they return To the tunnels all of green From other places that I've been From dark tunnels of my own To every kiss I can recall From the ones that were a gift To the ones I straight up stole
7.
03:37
Find a corner of the mind. Push past, halve the time. Close your eyes and then repeat, till the question starts to speak: Do I sail a dizzy sea? Do the waves roil over me? If that proves untrue, how does that shape the view? If the minds the grand device, if the world is its sweet disguise, all I feel are blues and greens out on the dizzy sea. Even my love can’t set my thoughts to run, or pull the witch bloom from my tongue. How our secrets intersect. How our seam is just a stitch. Where's the dark and what's the light? How does the sea divide? Find a corner in the mind. Push past, halve the time. How our secrets intersect. How our secrets come to bed. In the dark for long enough, more than the eyes adjust— even my love.
8.
The day is setting your thought on a riddle, Your heart like a fiddle, with the shit I should say to you. Your hey is heavy, cause: you slept in the city. Now your mind's on the contour of your tie in the rearview. Hey There is no conflation for a love in exile, in a world made facile, from your sigh in the rearview. Hey So, should I go back, make every deed correct, make every word perfect? Keep my heart in shadow and my cage gets rattled. That old anger unravels: you're still in my marrow. Hey
9.
In the tintype crisis of my quarter life, in the beer laden days that I spent back home, how something stirred how something shown. With the lipstick stint tilt taciturn, you were a hot mess then and I guess you're still gonna weeze some poems on the way back home. Where’s the kid with the crash? Where’s my contract at? Where’s my construct cash? Where’s the kid with the crash? Whatcha gonna say to the kids in the fray, in a powerful way, to the enemy of day?
10.
04:25
When I'm breaking down, I just wander round, through the streets at night, through their humming lights. How strange is the night? How strange is my time? How strange is the night? How strange am I? When I'm feeling high, I just wave goodbye, call up all my kind, swallow up the night. How strange is the night? How strange is my time? How strange is the night? How strange am I?

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released May 19, 2017

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