1. |
Sequoia
05:12
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If I reach in your bag
What might my fingers grab?
Tomato leaves or parsley sprigs?
Or hearty, warm human scabs?
If my tongue enters your mouth
And I have a look around,
Tasty teeth and sucking love,
And holes that lead to acrylic
Flaws
But I don’t like it
The condescension
Hidden mother
Sequoia
My calm wraps round the brick
The bark folds where I itch
A missing link to the clouded stalk
And the telephone I switched off
Titled bystander
Blaring lavenders
Angel eggs to flood their necks
Pinkish tears from ink eye objects
I’m fumbling shells to complete the set
I’m weaving my own head
But I don’t like it
The condescension
Hidden mother
Sequoia
...
If I reach in your bag
What might my fingers grab
Tomato leaves or parsley sprigs
Or hearty, warm human scabs
If my tongue enters your mouth
And I have a look around,
Tasty teeth and sucking love,
And holes that lead to acrylic
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2. |
Solar Gesture
04:08
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If I could build a dollhouse,
I’d live in it all alone
If I could find a train track
I would use it to split my throat
My hands stink of mercury
From when I dipped them in the bath
Charcuterie fingernails
Each a replica chloroplast
The snares set to catch the rabbits came up dry
I tied our hair in Gordian knots but couldn’t make you mine
Pragmatic in nature, helix stapled twice
The four stringent paths with two honeycomb eyes
Opening my heart of hearts to show you the contents
Grinding down my canine
Just to pluck the pretext
Yearning all the syllables
That spilled out from your breast
Cracking your faberge eggs
My solar gesture in the nest
The snares set to catch the rabbits came up dry
I tied our hair in Gordian knots but couldn’t make you mine
Pragmatic in nature helix stapled twice
Four stringent paths with two honeycomb eyes
Bread and butter
Dead in the gutter
Fat old mothers
Littering the mattress
Wiping tears from your eyes
Purple hearts applied
Horizon magnified
Wiping tears from your eyes
Purple hearts applied
Cogs intertwined
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3. |
Valence
03:53
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The fountain drips with sweat
My reticent blood you haven’t met
Pikes beseeched with lead
Time and time again
I’m gladly blinded tenfold over
For my tarred valence to pine
Hold my ears
Wring the fuse
A point of reference
I should not lose
I hid the books inside the porch
The oval shapes I wrought tapered in the warmth
I counted all the different thrums
My lungs were emptied by the gleaming of the sun
Execute
Eyelid tones
Screenplays for
The joyful abalone
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4. |
Miring
04:20
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My crescent eyelids will not crack
When the sun splits from its perch
Portable pine smelling keratin
Dipped in water to lap at the words
Holier than thine sanguine heart
By the featherfalls of the eve
Another assertion dreadfully
Clawed into the dirt I heave
Tentative faithful on the mic
Grabbed by a foul fingered lurch
Digging up skin by the handful
Under the posts staked in your
Urges coiled in malcontent
Made in generic concrete pelts
Miring only works when it
Strikes you where it hurts
Rewarding constitution with tired bouts of thirst
Receiving your second listen when I’m zeroed in the hearse
Another blessed day of opinion counter verse
Phones under the pillows just so I delay the words
Crime experiments crept in thought
Propagated by foes of zeal
Regular waitresses wiping stones
Just to get the blood to congeal
Tentative faithful on the mic
Grabbed by a foul fingered lurch
Digging up skin by the handful
Under the thread that you cursed
Miring only works when
it strikes you where it hurts
Don’t need a fucking ventricle
In order to love myself
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