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6.​ ​Traffic Cones Dumped on the Winter Beach

from Neon Corridors by Teen Brigade

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The least gross shoe, would you want?
To shoulder the infinite boulder
The kid who runs the chain outside your front yard
In the back the lonely grain is subpar, but with heart
The kid runs around the chain in your front yard
The winter-filled beach is not too far
Creatures who teach the kid who creeps in the shipyard
They sleep in the rouses upskirt in the warm sand
Even in the winter night there’s some warm sand
If you’re looking for heat, why don’t you dry your cold hands?
If you’re looking for sleep, why don’t you lie in your own bed?
And if you’re looking for me then why don’t you call me up then?
Swallow to peach, stuck between leather seats
On the yellow morning commute of the suffering overabundance
Packed tight, lies to pundits of the public eye
The summer sky will never be our friend
The dormant opry of a bible belt ravine
Where the bodies oh the bodies are open
Touch of the sky through the trees
The winter beach is just a leech to clutch the skin
Carry us in

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from Neon Corridors, released January 21, 2016

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