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Funeral Dyke
04:44
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Dressed like that at a funeral
You’re gonna give someone the wrong idea
You’re getting excited
You’re getting excited by all the death
You’re a funeral lesbian
Get your clothes off
Get it wet
You disgust me when you’re wet
Get your face down in the dirt
I will fuck you
Now you’re dirt
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When sinking through every step, crippled
then spilled and wiped down on the walk
“Never would get through black
the way is shrouded in ice and snow.”
All he had four words, Thuriot
a million
waters
breaking
down vermillion way
When freezing on the bathroom floor with Dust-Off
the crows can pick at my skin
I can hear dogs bark in the ugly morning
barking in front of their masters’ houses
All he had, four words, “It’s up to you”
when he snatched the can right out of my hand
on the bathroom floor, “It’s never been you.”
Head Head Head
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Penalty Scar
04:40
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There’s a circus on Mars
A cloud of witnesses
A dancing hazard light
A laughing eidolon
Midnight seance going vision
Get in
You have earned your penalty scar
Twist it in
You have earned your penalty scar
Yeah, you have
The lights are going
Get in
A laughing penitent
Fleshed out perfected
Marauding imbecile
Piteous maggot
A dancing hazard light
Fields of Orion
A hidden opening
I can crawl into
Burning fields after you’re cut
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Snake In The Grass
05:30
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I’m stuffed up my spine
Now lay down for the just behind
This is what I know
Defanged
hideous maw gapes open
January
January
January
January
A snake
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Summer Smiles
08:32
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And they would kick me in the head
If I turned to see what the fuck he was doing
I don’t know why I was so interested in specifics
He took me down with a knife to my throat
He said, “Don’t you say a fuckin’ word.”
So I stared at the floor and tried to relax
The whole thing was quieter than I expected
Goddamn summer smiles
Our summer
It’s not there anymore
A smile so wide
I can’t believe it was real
Deserting life
petrified en beteg gondolatok
I can feel it pressed against my throat
When I close my eyes
I liked it.
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6. |
Folk Song
06:45
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In the glade
where a cut up bitch
with blood upon her face
turned into a cavalcade
epicurean waste
In downer’s glade
submission.
In downer’s glade
gutted
subhuman
Animal pleasuring
fucking that mouth
you cut up bitch
Al-anon worshipping
gutted
subhuman
waste of flesh
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Won't Come
09:24
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I wanted to tell you how struck I was
by the woman from Daugavpils who appeared in the showstone
you presented last we gathered at this forum
I was struck by the pitching ruel
the shards of sidereal damask
the shroud of disappearing ice she wore
as she was pitching toward the Levant
I’d like to see her again in the amber
I wouldn’t mind feeling her skin
through lace
and smelling wet gunpowder
Is her second sight like mine, Kyrios?
Is her second sight like mine, you Valkyrie?
Will I see my mother and father there?
No. No. No.
I’m ashamed
She was brought up Lutheran and we’d never met before
I was pitching toward the Levant
but crying out always
for the owl’s blood.
In the summer you found cruel
Knowing full well
I won’t come back
I put you deep in the ground.
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