1. An Inconvenient Indignation
Boats light across Louisiana, frogs, fog
And finally to grass.
All the prophecies hustle into
the jail
Carrying torches, chains and
sticks
And there in a room
They find nothing but thin-faced
heavy-breathing.
Flesh tears with the sound of
nails
The face acid-washed by crucified
painters gets a beat behind it
And flickers binarily into a
choir of flames carved into rock.
The whole wall will be finished
by tonight
If the eyes, the eyes bleeding
Doctors out of their fallen
mouths
Don’t wetly die upright in a
great headstart
On the weird injured couch
Ringing you up incessantly
Like a client cobwebbed in yr
need.
2. A New Kind of Dignity
The eyes carry their small
blackbags like tired smalltown doctors, suffering gentleness, minutely.
Every nurse wears pigtails loud
as their heels,
And all the bodies green
themselves
Ready for grass.
Everything screeches like a rusty
lawnmower
Worn around the neck
Until the face melts by
accidental
Acid into sherbet ice cream
Sweat, sweat, sweat
Till jazz
Till a cherry on top
Till an unsuccessful fashion
designer
This is the way we sit
Eyeless
Pus on our suffering tongues
Like a surfacing
Corpse filehosted by old lake
water
And home-aerobic weights
3. Speak Into the Microphone, Squidbrains
A toolbox enters, domed in lamps,
Like an old sewer rat
Who takes as long
As it takes
But we made this little pathway
to the
Farther end
To thank you
Thank you Martha
Thank you
We shall chisel every basement
Until the fuck of it
Carves waterfalls forgotten
By all but our hooks
Our hands our doors
Opening like sweatbooks
Looking for new keys
And chimneys
To beard foliately apart with
every touch
Of our gaping soggy
Speedingly hitchhiking hands
Full of wind blind with trained
German shepherds
4. Young, Dumb & Full of Cum
I’m digging up some shit
It’s cool I guess,
But everyone in this town
Went on strike for 3 weeks
So they could have a longer
lunch.
Fuck em, they’ll crack their
heads
Near an old courthouse door
And strangely loud tarantulas
Will eat their face too
Until it’s a hotel
With 2 many vacancies.
5. More Songs About Bildungs & Foots
Well, holy so impossible shit
This palace is haunted by big old suits
And David Byrne rolls like
Garth Brooks' thunderthighs
Farting out a mummy
In every daylit bathroom
That tells you exactly what you saw.
This is the first time you've wanted to sleep with
A blind girl on top of her piano
But an old man who sells antique books
Will surely giggle at you even tho his hair is so...y'know...
6. Truth Comes Down Like Tears
Who are you near the stone
To be so blind
Even the wreaths
Ignore your orphanage
As if it were water
Calmly raging even yet by moving still, again
O damn, now I'll hafta tell you everything.
60 years ago, closeted in this room,
A bird fluttered.
Nobody was here.
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