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bloOming Onion
01:10
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fogs dance on the glass//let me come home-
return to the pretty and the bleak quiet history of the cave.
mother im a satanist mother I am a satanist mother
I am a humanist mother I live for man
Spidersauce lick my toes on growing snowcones
hYdroponic, tec-tonic, catastrophic. Morose,
close to god,
im shedding light.
Massive, Enormous, indulgence, corRuption,
interrRuption,
the eyes are behind the face
she iS Shedding petals like a bloOming Onion,
as
Little boys stub their toe sucking thumbs
&falll aslleep to
starlight singing darkness between the trees.
its (a cypress dream and a golden meme, a story to be told from a train
or at high speed.)
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Soul Soundscape
04:25
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The ricocheting soundscape of your soul
runs thru my fingers as sceptres
enchanted by
hot-pretty words
germinating in
your throat
perfumed with tangled truths
and stuttering promises
that just.won’t
leave.me.be
in these worlds of rooftops and ghettos
and wandering bones strung alive
as if to re-animate
this body
of mine.
I follow your evening gown as it reflects
sunlight off shoulders of glitter ’n
gloss ‘n
shined
oiled
Leather.
-and get lost in the material qualities of your face.
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Laying, in soft-spoken light rooms
floating amongst time
as planets
Where I build you gingerly
Finger, upon finger
As the jenga of your body
with each pinky
fingerlocking
as a promise we have created
as phantoms we emit
signals
from the region of thighs
coding the minutes of hearts
ticking time bombs
whlist gazing- into ghosts
in softspoken lightrooms
whilst gazing into ghosts
a promise we have created
pinky-fingerlocking
we have created
phantoms
whilst gazing into ghosts
-
In ebbing light
your mirage enters
as a cool exhale
filling
my chest
curling
inwards
with the reel
of your gaze
flicker
ing on
night’s
on night’s
supple
belly
I,
silently
bang
ing
in
side
this
lac
quered
dis
play
I silently bang
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4. |
Narrating the Rain
05:50
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I hear you
in your clear
white vicinity
with cheeks ripe and blooming
and flowering curiosities
embellished
in your naked legs
ornamented
with poised little hairs
narrating the rain
pushing up the smell of Spring
Ripening round fingertips
little globes perched
quietly in the diorama
of gestures
as you leave your oiled impression on my cheek
pushin' up the smell of Spring
pushin' up the smell of spring
I hear you in your clear white vicinity
with cheeks ripe and blooming
narrating the rain
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When divinities become damnations and halos choke dreams
where sorrow comes to grow and reseed and hearts die
who owns their lovers dreams and callous souls come to quiver in the moonlight shadows dance on headlunchs
its all a bit of taut
its all a bit of fate and a lot of timing to rhyme and weave such a detailed sleeve on the arm of the beast, the hair of the goat, the shine of the curse it’s a little bit of death
and a touch of destruction
to sew the seeds call the winds and
ride the pain away
a little bit of necessity and some sacrifice
but-its all a little bit of cheese,
you know
you didn’t kill my heart but you pumped it dry but
I had no moistensoftness kiss left to send you a heartfelt kiss
this is when I call upon Joy
this is when the angels come to jolt their ploy and wring my neck
this is how the fire stopped lit the trees and creamed the grass and the sky divided
when I broke the solemn promise
and pushed the letter in your stomach to rejoice in tales of love and spirit,
the divinations damned the joy when the sky collided
and this is where my heart stops
this is where it came together and stood still for just a second to see
it left a long time ago
and took a piece of me
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6. |
It Has Been So Long
03:46
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it has been so long since my body
belonged to yours
Where for a brief enchanted moment
hung freely in the stars
before time came to take me away
but I remember riding
I remember riding
the bright light
with residual kiss-ness
Lingering
in the corners of my mouth
and nothing but feverish blonde rain
in my eyes
riding moments that took longer
than the deserts of your arms
longer than the autumn
which comes to cradle me
in the teat of pungent colour
with her swollen blue eyes
narrating falling cardinal
ballerinas
as Everywhere answers
to the hymn
of singing stars
as Everywhere answers
to the hymn
of singing stars
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7. |
Big Things
04:36
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skipping on scales X4
Decorating door frames of epiphanies
while skipping on scales
skipping on scalesX2
prodding the invisible door
to another world
which i cannot follow you thru
no, i cannot follow you thru
skipping on scales X2
centre the tipping mindX2
'cause some places just can’t exist
can’t exist
at the same time
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The static triangularity of your hips
gives me courage, and I am
Raging, Fuelling,
on the inverted heat of this
introverted spectacle called
Myself- as I
see you hold Big things with
Little hands, like spiders
rummaging through coloured-Prismatic
ramblings, manifested as the many
faces of your heart’s desire.
with nothing to do but build
pillars in the graveyards of your palms or
the plateaus in your chest
(as you so dearly miss yourself,
as you so dearly miss yourself
scattered about infinity)
you never were quiet
no you never were quiet
near avalanches
Mellow out stranger
Mellow out X2
Mellow out
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8. |
Sing Darling Sing
05:15
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Sing darling sing for my burning loins
its time to go to bed.
I never thought I would be touched again /
You touched me and I left myself- I found you
at the end of the stairs, in the middle of the crowd, in the square, by the horses in the street.
In the Circus i Found you.
During dawn twilight midnight and the afternoon,
I saw you at teatime and under the fog,
I touched you in sleep,
I touched you under the eye
I touched you in a Dream.
The world had never been so glassy ‘till my eyes couldn’t move.
There is always a fleeting tunnel,
and a bench for lostsouls- not quite sure
Who’s heading Where,
for south or pacific,
west or The Dream- for Home or the train.
There’s Always a place for those who can’t tell time, and for those who’ve lost it.
Surely Darling there is time to spare?
Caught in the underground there is so much to lose
and so many Dreams to Live, places to travel, to take refuge in-places to hide in.
Take this Kiss and run for a new sight-
take flight or
choose to stay, because
I would sure like to taste the stars with my teeth.
Sing Darling Sing
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The longitude of your grace surpasses
me, beyond all lengthy dramatics of beauty
swept up in the stratospherical loops of your
telepathic winds-
lost in a patterned deja vu
Which follows me in the grimy salt plagued path.
Chalky hesitation, treading anxiousness you-
You- being
just a breath a vaporous ghoul who tips
on the toes of islands-
I pass you as a building, excavated
and cloaked,
the sheet billows and exposes one breast,
neatly
saying hello
confronting me with vacancy.
In these days of which your always is
just a little further than one skipping stone
these days of crushing bones
and ritual burnings-just to conjure up
desired misbelieving daydreams which
Spring. you from your hipbones
and melt
you to my bedside.
Dearie I’ve
inscribed my toes and my thumbs clumsily
with numbers, devising clocks which
round up or down time,
dearie. I’ve
built things here
I’ve built these things here and they just seem
to fall back to powder
which
sprinkles over your town;
Over latitudes and longitudes over
aching seas, Over
the trembling little lands
which hold our feet down.
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10. |
Sleeping Veins
04:14
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O how quickly you-rush
back in and shock
these sleeping veins,
with your little ways
I feel the dark
velvet of pulling
which removes me from you
exquisitely exactly
awfully apart
As I glide along
rivers of memories
perhaps I could
dolphin my way
over to you, to the other side
of the moon
or maybe things will
slow, so that I may float
out everywhere
as if in a dream
and maybe then
some part of me
will find
you
sitting
quietly
perfectly still
just as i left you
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