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I make you scratch your head.
You've got an itch to spread.
Why are you sore instead
of aching when you go to bed?
I don't know what I meant.
Still it’s magnificent.
My head cannot prevent
the swelling when my rules are bent.

Mindless pablum, no surprise.
I'll try this problem out for size
And spin the meaning, turn a phrase,
And pin the word-play 'til it stays.

I woke you up tonight
So you could shed some light.
Your heavy burden might
keep you from sleeping, if I'm right.
You count. I'm left for dead—
A numbered quadruped.
If you don't mind, I'll shred
the evidence. You skipped ahead.

I have booked you in advance,
Yet overlooked you in a tran-
Scendentally enlightened state.
This mentally excites our date.

We humor one more day.
Sun shines and I'm blasé.
It dawns on me, cliché
has shone the light the beams betray.
I grin and bare with you.
Exposed in public view
We both get burned into
our memories, and vows renew.

Moods can slump and moons can rise
And fear is lumping truths with lies.
Try both to hide and leak your facts,
Be mindful how your brain reacts.

I make you scratch your head.
You've got an itch to spread.

©2015 Brian M. Weidemann

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from Buy Popular Demand, released November 27, 2015

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Brimaxian Portland, Oregon

A persistently versatile mix of guitars, keys, synth strings, and more, in the rock, acoustic, and alternative genres. Dense, poetic wordplay sung by a semi-amateur baritone. Wry wit, hot guitar licks, and the occasional augmented sixth chord.

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