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This Broken Home

from The Wrangled Sloth (EP) by Slothwrangler

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In this house in the evening, Lights are all unplugged. In a vigil of candles, Walls are walked in hugs.

Sink is stopped up and dripping. There are holes in the stairs. Chipped paint in the corner, Golden frames hang scrubbed bare.

A dog sleeps in the hallway, Eyes race behind lids. His whiskers are twitching With secret scents left un-hid.

There are guns in the ceiling, There’s a wreath on the door. Taste the dust on the bookshelves, Pluck the plates from the floor.

From the blood on the carpet Where we drained out the lies. Staring long at the dry wall Where a black glacier cries.

In the bright day we sang loud, Drummed our hands on the dash. Stomped our feet, smashed the gear box, Paid our tickets in cash.

Then the gears ground in parking, Our tanks burnt to a hide. Threw our fears in the backseat, Left the doors open wide.

And if you’re gone ‘til the morning, We won’t light up the stove. We will wait in the kitchen ‘Til we ain’t breathing alone.

Balcony ledge creaking, As the piss drips dry. Through the silence of screaming, Beg and pray I won’t fly.

There’s a cut I’ve been saving When my eyes stare me down. Tangled tubes, mangled shaving, Boiling rivers can drown.

The forest is burning now. The dawn never speeds, But the car’s ready, waiting For the sow and the seeds.

So we break at the impulse, Move only in midnight. If we squint in the darkness, Those old flames remain bright.

Take my hand in the driveway. Take your foot off the gas. Break the door off the hinges. Wake my head from my ass.

Tell me I have been sleeping. Say we’ve come to depart. At the top of the mountain, Jump from cliffs into hearts.

We will open the windows, Wipe clean the mirage. Hold our breaths in the moonlight, And lock up the garage.

We will block up the gas lines. Mix some gin with Draino. We will dance on the rooftop As the lawn burns below.

Fill these tanks to the full line, Step away from the end. Replace the old frames without memories of the dead.

In this broken home brimming With the shards of sharp souls. Through the day’s night we’re swimming, Though the water’s too cold.

Break these doors ‘Til they bleed. Burn the trunk Of this tree.

When I go Don’t forget Where I’m from. I’ll be back.

Welcome moon, welcome midnight, Welcome sky, welcome sun.
Welcome death with a smile. Welcome life with a gun.

Pull the trigger, I’m burning. Pull the plug from the wall. Pull the rug out from under. Pull the punches and fall.

This house is a home, now, Filled with ashes and earth. From the cracks in foundation We will build what we’re worth.

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from The Wrangled Sloth (EP), released August 1, 2014

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