CHIRP: The Chicago Independent Radio Project

Cameron Gray writes

Unseasoned - A poem set to music

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it hides in bottles, it’s watching me, you can’t run or it will see

last year I read books on trains, all my papers and pants had stains

bought a used coat, went to court, took the pill outside the airport

insomniactivationalize, bleach it out before it dies, before it decides,

before it realizes, before it compromises, before it crystallizes, into something

our friends they’re not here anymore, I dream of knobs on closed doors

birdfeeders tennis and coffee your mother called

she was unhappy.

uneasiness stirring from deep, it’s unseasoned and

poison from deep

we drink and talk, but never crowd, we talk alike, but never aloud, never aloud

never aloud, never aloud, never aloud, I was never allowed to be

our friends they’re not here anymore, I dream of knobs on closed doors

streaming pages of hip band tours, I don’t fight no civil wars

it’s been smeared across the sky, it’s watching me where I lie

the stones in her pockets made her shiver, the egglayer drown in

indian giver

our friends they’re not here anymore, I dream of knobs on closed doors

streaming pages of hip band tours, I don’t fight in civil wars

our friends they’re not here anymore, I dream of knobs on closed doors

streaming pages of hip band tours, I don’t fight in civil wars