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Spoon (Intuitive Kingdom Remix)

you walk on the edge of
the frozen abyss
in the back of the dead
i scribble to listen
while soldiers are bleeding glass
your spine, it’s a war, it’s a dance
you smile a note when you walk
& the burlesque of the mystery thickens
when you’re not an angel of the frozen abyss
you’re lost inside the glare of the moon

he’s doing an awkward dance in time
when your talk is enchanted by shadows of mist
i want you, me, & the enemy you created
when we watch your reflection
there’s blood on the floor & you say your scouts are the moon
you cut off even speaking your mind
the skin that stretches & turns to glass
is lost inside the glare of the spoon

in a call on to know how to weaken
your words, you fall, you all
good puzzles start to walk
& you smile when you dance on my hands
singing of how you created a window
the chill face in the twist of the back of love
if you change & punch & leap into shadows
all lost inside the glare of the spoon

in the mirror reflected a million times over
your face on the middle & born into truth
in like you threaten to chop off the edge
of the spark like you press your face in the snow
& the heart of my heart becomes curved like a spoon
i’ve seen all my hands i was thinking i wanted
to dance in a tomb & my eyes are so lost
so lost inside the glare of the moon

Note: My poem “Eskimo” is probably the oldest poem I still have, written when I was a senior in high school. It was heavily infused with my love for the Echo & the Bunnymen song “My Kingdom,” so I decided to remix the poem, cutting it up and splicing it with samples from “My Kingdom” and a couple of other Bunnymen songs. (Which in itself is kind of a tribute to the band, since singer and lyricist Ian McCulloch has thrown a line or two from songs he loves into Bunnymen songs.) I tweaked it a lot until it turned out as it is here.