‘O Absence’ & ‘Daywalker’ by Wyatt Martin

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b/w 35mm – photo by Wyatt Martin

O Absence

there is a song to sing in cigarette smoke.
I drink wine and muse with friends like a mannequin,
dressed in ammunition,
chasing the morning sun
with tracer rounds

send me a gunshot away from here
and with 200 discharges send shivers
down the spines of these Green mountains.

dig a cut I can crawl into.
waking up on ice with less organs
in a rat-house coffin covered in fish scale mirrors,
all so as to love in excess, and to stray as close
to death as possible.

they’re breaking in and I’m losing
weight down the drain like a sting Op.
drunken dollars in the juke, misplacing
my xanax, cheating, or sinking
In what I ought to be
taking lightly.

Daywalker

It’s been so long since I laid my head down
Carry me carry me carry me all the way down the stairs now
Bury me bury me bury me in your bed it sounds like
She says she says you are stayin’ overnight tonight

She says goodmorning likes it’s all part of the play
But it starts with good evening (last night) how was your day
Then she pulls out a left hook left me with nothing to say
She said you’re sleeping in my bed tonight I won’t have it no other way

And so pass the months
And so go the days

I’m wondering why I don’t see you in daytime as
I spend my days as we walk our separate ways

I’m wondering why I don’t see you in daytime as
I spend my days as we walk our separate ways

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