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Gold Melts In Hell
08:12
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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
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2. |
I Was A Bad Person Blues
03:59
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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...
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3. |
Some Long Conversation
03:08
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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?
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4. |
Everyday
06:50
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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
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5. |
Today I Will Be Sad
03:06
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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
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6. |
Adult Theme
03:19
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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
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7. |
On Beheading
07:37
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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”
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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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