1. |
revenge
03:07
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Coat yourself in Crisco; slip out;
tunnel through the earth.
Swim to San Francisco – brand new
name and date of birth
Open up a restaurant, and
serve it to me cold;
I'll recognize the aftertaste
long after we are old.
Then, you'll have your –
May you get your –
I know that you can sometimes still see
me from where you are;
glaring out your little window,
fingering your scar
I can't really let it go, and
I bet you feel the same.
I see your face in strangers', and I
shiver at your name,
and I still want my –
I still want my –
(but we were each fed a lie:
Swallow, And Be Fertilized.
Regard The Others As Impostors And Competitors,
Suspects And Predators For Spitting On)
May we both get revenge.
May we both get revenge!
(Coat yourself in Crisco; slip out;
tunnel through the earth.)
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2. |
son-in-law
04:00
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Daughter-in-law:
call me a weapon, and I'll be the worst kind: a
xenobiote –
closer encounters than even the third kind.
I'm just like you, I guess:
Hosting the flesh in me
Why's it so hard to believe that you're older now,
and it's over now? in your
Korean carnation-print apron, you spawn again,
in the kitchen sharpening a knife
That was another life,
and your name
just somebody else's name
and now you're changed.
Son-in-law:
call it deception, and I'll pull the wool down and
parade you around,
giving the lie to your tossing of us to the ground
I'm just like you, I guess:
fled from the rest of me.
I know it's hard to believe that you're older now,
but it's over now, in your
Korean Carhartt imitation, you spawn again
in this dark dive, looking for a friend –
we both know how this'll end;
I've seen that face
on somebody else's face my age
HISTORY'S WRITTEN IN YOUR BODY, IF NOT IN YOUR MIND
GUESS YOU THINK YOU'LL ERASE HISTORY,
ONE BODY AT A TIME
(lovin is ruff)
(tuff ain't enuff)
(repeat refrain)
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3. |
time travel blues
03:06
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Past lives come and go,
buried in the snow.
Time travel blues
unravel ruse of progress;
Ogress You claws through again:
prowling, f*cked, or fakin',
or tragically mistaken –
O EVERY DAY WE DE-AGE
Trade your hopes for cash;
bury 'em in the ash...
Slow motion blues –
see motion ooze – you lose! –
this Justice just ain't quick enough.
Mercy cannot cut it –
catch the snake, and gut it!
O EVERY DAY WE DE-AGE
(and where you've been, a shadow goes)
Hell, relieve the leaver: they don't need you either!
...
Strip your right to rub the wrong way?
As if I had the power -- yeah, right!
I rub my eyes and curse the new day
where your rights are eyes in every screen
As third-life loves and lives-long deaths
arrest you on your phone again,
I count my old friends and find them all lost –
at least I'm on my own again.
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4. |
spirits 1-3
03:01
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It crept in on a smile
and it occupied these cavities,
root system spreading like the feelers of some horrible alien thing
Then you walked me home,
fresh and bright with cocaine;
we watched the sunrise, pink and gaudy as a gumball machine ring
I get your call,
and pretend not to hear it –
Spirit, I've been here before!
I was your boy here! (or was led to pretend –
tenderer then,
brittler now,
bitter and cowed)
And glancing at your handsome face,
grovelling overtly,
I wait for your cruelty to surface like a body on a lake.
Now I know every beard is blue
and all white blues are badly-gotten;
feel these teeth are going rotten
in the buzzing of the sweetness that you fake;
and that's why
I get your call
and pretend I don't hear it –
Spirit, might these shadows be?
I'll be your girl then (or I could play the role:
fey on your couch,
packing your bowl,
lacking in soul.)
It's tough to trust someone who looks the way you do.
You didn't know me back when I looked just like you.
Nobody knew me then at all.
I get your call
and pretend I don't hear it –
Spirit, can they see me here?
Or am I a pale shade?
(You wait for it to fade:
a trick of the light...
a twitch of the lips...
and then your tongue slips...)
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5. |
phantom lips, pts. 1 & 2
02:53
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Wajima lacquerware
black and pearly flowers
bloom all around your dark blood red cabinets;
I shed my bets
where the key's hung
Ancestors in the room
gather, ominous;
luminous shades and feys
hover over us, gossiping
in a grey tongue
They lay a path of ire,
salt, and lavender underfoot,
under our nervous nothinging,
and, sweetening, I give it up now
()
I move my hand to feel
the swivel in your hips,
arching my phantom lips
back up into you
under you
in a fever
and slip back in the past
(a lost athletic life:
time my breath –
I'm just dying to impress
an icy-eyed motivator)
() I give it up now
() I give it up now
()
Undo me!
Unlatch me!
Run through me
and fetch me!
I want you
Invert me
until I
desert me
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6. |
iris vs. arce
04:01
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Twin sisters,
different prismatisms;
diffracted
into these organisms:
they let you just forget that awful schism –
I can't live like this:
Half spectral,
manifesting only in
your bed in
ultraviolet, infrared,
while others watch in seven colors
I can't even see
Oh, Iris,
what became of us?
You'd think some virus,
crystallizable from our affection came
and split the light back into black and white
(I'm in a hole)
Come over;
I've forgotten how to braid your hair and
bend the light to hold you close,
now our goddesses are ghosts
and you're a mascot for the winning team
(I'm in a hole)
Hell's an island in the sun,
and I will see you there when this is all done.
()
(You're out of the house!)
(You're out of a job!)
(You're out of your mind!)
Somewhere over us,
some girl in Kansas
astrally projects into our Technicolor premises, and
Somewhere under us,
there's another us,
resigned to violence and small-town disappearances
and I don't need your time
I don't need your sympathy or your honey wine
My curiosity's satisfied
My ninth life starts, and finally I'm wise to you
My body lies to you,
as I take what I need
() I give it up now
() I give it up now
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