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Sheer Curtain

by Alex Curtis

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1.
i hold your crumbling antique tightly in my hand pull my knife from phallocrypt you sit self-satisfied like a cat of cleopatra with knights sworn to protect the sacred drip scorpio leans over me now with all his venom spit anoints with boiling water on my back seconds caught crystallized a silken cowl covers you no defense when rats are on attack now blackness covers all the moon an obsidian oval bending in the corner of the night it fills my chalice with a wine of fermented hydra blood each head, a different palate of insight fly to your island now safe behind the mesh and tarps where all your sharpened sticks will keep you warm and well and i'll retreat to where i hide my drawer of magic you never told me all my gold would melt in hell
2.
and it moves like a black asp through the empty sockets howling and singing with sinister pride before suddenly bursting into 10,000 particles of vapor that float in the ether a whole day and a night until they can find an old carpet to make damp the bottoms of her bare feet were itching and the growth on her neck was getting larger and larger and larger and larger (etc.) and everything seemed to be coming to its natural end so she sat quietly at her kitchen table and she lit a cigarette and she drank a beer she began to sense the importance of each passing moment and she felt it all changing her it was changing and changing and changing and changing (etc.) and that's when she first heard him speaking...
3.
after the rain falls the river will carry garbage from one county down to the next and i sit and wonder if anybody is getting married today as i watch geese fly overhead in tandem i think of the friends i lost touch with this year and i sit in wonder at the abruptness of theresa carved her name into a rock face that preceded her age by millions of years she was fined just six hundred dollars by a forest authority she killed spiders on her spare time thinking to herself what am i doing here? will i outlive my stupid ideas of myself?
4.
Everyday 06:50
every day i am leaping with the same intensity forward today I forgo my personality in the name of the Greater Good the worst is knowing that at night i go to sleep at roughly the same evening hour and even in my dreams i’m spending time waiting in a line at the grocery store how about an admission? will you receive my transmission? or am I a stunned pigeon cooing stupidly into a cosmic abyss of course you’d love to read it i’m depraved and indecent shouting lunacy and spitting frothy drool onto the hairs on my chest and standing erect like a monolith held up by post-coital tristesse but I don’t have to believe in myself because everyday very good try they tell me with a sick warm look in their eyes you are the ubiquitous monobloc and we’re all sitting down on the job the sun is dropping below the horizon now the last light of day disappearing and it’s a grand primrose smear across the sky everything goes black in an instant and I close my eyes and jump in it i’m counting down the minutes the minutes the minutes the minutes the minute and I have nothing left to say i have nothing left to say have nothing left to say nothing left to say left, to say to say say ad infinitum everyday everyday everyday everyday everyday everyday everyday every day a nihilistic and unholy meditation people just love letting you waste their time they embrace the message about the human condition and if you tell them it’s on purpose and for the sake of ART well they just about explode with dumb joy but let’s not get personal give no discernible details let no vicious patterns repeat themselves endlessly it’s all just vague outlines amorphous shapes no fucking geometry no hard lines no proper nouns no Christian names that’s the great vision that came to me in my dreams didactic is the new romantic we all know too much about each other and we hate each other now we hate each other more and more EVERYDAY EVERYDAY EVERYDAY EVERYDAY EVERYDAY EVERYDAY EVERYDAY EVERYDAY
5.
today i will be sad but not for the first time and i won't be sad for long i will meditate on the anomie of a life handed down by some higher powers whose unsure orders emanate from glowing screens in lonely bedrooms but then i will feel affirmed by my purpose in it all i will spend the rest of the day in a refuge by the sea cleaning and doing chores and thinking about celebrities that i'd like to fuck there's blood pouring into the fountain of youth yet medical science tells me i might live to see 1000 years old i feel bad about something i said to a friend about their spending habits and i found out that a baby was born and another person has died it's all suddenly interrupted by the sound of a door being thrown off of a balcony and i don't feel sad at that moment, because i feel genuinely terrified today i will be sad for about 15 minutes but that's all
6.
Adult Theme 03:19
there's mold in your sink and it's starting to stink in the damp void there's more than you think ethereal world bacterial culture and i'm just trying to wash my hands but i just feel like an idiot there's mold in your sink falling into your drink in the damp void there's more than you think able bodied cameramen demonstrate extraordinary focus gathering holy images just kismet ligaments meniscus navel obscure pathogens quaint realities shocking tragedies unflinching virtuosity warbling X's yearning zooms
7.
On Beheading 07:37
i never saw their faces but i could guess that they were smiling when they left me tied with a nylon rope to the back of a winged horse that flew into the sky sometimes i imagine that i’m living in the jungle and if I close my eyes if i close my eyes i can hear the tiger growling at a level of fourteen hertz and it instantly fills me with anxious dread the beads of sweat that poured off of my face turned to pearls as they hit the wooden floor and bounced under all the old furniture some bounced out the door and as I leapt to retrieve them all of a sudden a thought came over me what if all of this is real? what if all of this is real? sheer curtains hung at the entrance of the catacombs and i noticed as i looked inside that an apparition cloaked and jeweled was floating between the bodies picking violets that were growing from their eyes i sat in a leather bar on 12th Street thinking to myself about the last thing that I’d be wearing when i died so i put lipstick on and i took my clothes off and i made a piss and flour glue mixture to cover my whole body in gold leaf then I receded into the night and suddenly it was much colder outside there was a hologram of a dagger pointing downward hanging somewhere between the ocean and the sky and like a beacon i was drawn to it but more, to what it guarded: a beautiful naked siren with sable hair standing lightly on the surface of the water with her arms in the air and with one hand she held the head of the idol and with the other she was reaching for something she was reaching for something bigger “i want to say something profound, i don’t want to end up dead outside a karaoke bar “i want to take purposeful action” she told me as she stared with sincerity at my hands “If we’re not rebuilding everything disappears” “and if we’re not destroying, it’s a boring heaven”
8.
i was hearing voices from a high place rattling down in a cacophonous boom maybe from the third or fourth floor of the apartment next door from an open window on a warm summer afternoon i couldn't make out a single word of a rapid discussion or translate the tones into some kind of human emotion was someone talking on the telephone did someone leave a television on was i hearing a single voice or voices dancing in a crowded room i imagine all of the faces i've ever seen that pleased me saying all the thing i've ever wanted to hear is this message echoing out for me or am i intruding on an intensely personal moment i suppose that's what we're all wanting to do i was hearing voices from a high place (repeat)

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released May 14, 2016

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