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1. |
Midwest Radio
02:46
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Screams elope
With swerving smoke
As his listing shadow rose
Of sickled flames
expanding low
On the modest wooden slopes
The possum boy
looked at me
as he took apart those sleeves
his sutured face
expelling steam
from over burdened seems
I’ll sit with him
once again
ashes in our teeth
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2. |
Fur Sustained
06:15
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Today I felt a glacier in my mind
Turning loose my fictions fossilized
I helped there fragile fur up from the ice
And watched their fumes defuse into the night
You’ve draws your book of bargains in my arms
You’ve calmed my storming brows with placid palms
You stripped my of the gauze that gripped my skin
And fixed my burns with supple leaves of tin
-()-
You
Couldn’t know
Your pausless grace
With your eyes so closed
In my fictions of blame
My stomach sneers low
You draw on its frame
Integrate my stretchmarks
With drafts of your name
-()-
Today I watched a stuntman slit his throat
Addressing my attention as we spoke
He asked my if I felt my tax was fair
As he combed the scarlet droplets from his hair
Today I found a fletching for my brain
Painted feathers frozen to their lanes
You’ve dug me out from hides and inner grains
And washed my feathers from their slouching stains.
-()-
I found the moon
and its cult of mourning shrooms
kneeling in their garbs
by the bass of my tomb
its not where I sleep
but I’ll go there sometimes
to admire the glaze
of my taxidermized eyes
I hear you sneeze
From somewhere inside
Stuffed with the plastic
proposing my hide
I’m glad
You could see
What’s been built of me
My fur sustained
By its falsity
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3. |
Diesel Cells
06:03
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Deasil drums look like stomachs
Possum boy drink their contents
Its wires are bubbled up with bruises
Deasil cells churn with friction
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Where do words learn our systems
Where do systems learn of fortune
Possum boy builds inclusion
With knuckles bubbled up with fluids
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4. |
Teeth
05:13
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When
This tooth
breaks through
My gums recede in salivary truce
Of what use
But to swell again like
Carbon fiber noose
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So drop the floor
Weight my legs
Execution diapers to be flexed
A world of mesh
Spanning from my lacerated neck
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On to these eyes
Built of teeth
Sundering the toggeries’ of sleep
Ill let them eat
Decomposing textiles beneath
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Sequestered sheets
Built of yeast
A stagnant sentence pending its release
Into the heat
Watered down and delicate as meat
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Its all awake
with nerves ablaze
the possum boy is softening his gaze
drinking leigh
purging on the gloss of his design
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Slow and refined
This gelatinous lime
Clutching and distributing its time
Along these stones
4m
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Spray on foam
With ruptures shown
Associating everything it knows
I’m this way
Consolidating dry walls for a stage
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Modest and raised
Trap doors inlaid
Basal is the venue where ill hang
Commissioned crowds
Shirts held up to percolate their mouths
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But in this mesh
I couldn’t know
The properties not summarized in rope
Canyons towed
Distant gums peeled back and sewn
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Clear the drool perspired on these slopes
Distant gums peeled back and sewn
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5. |
Decommissioned
07:16
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Frames in my hands
Sand bags in my mouth
With Sulphur on my breath
I’ll vaccinate these clouds
The sun chafes to blue
I blink away failed tattoos
The scriptures in my spit
Spell a sunken vessel truth
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But I know its use
I feel my coral cloaked youth
I know my codependence
Like the fringes of a bruise
I’ll go collecting retinas
Like coasters from the past
Hand painted soldiers
Lingerie for your glass
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I feel you here
For I can still surrender
You need my resignations
Like I need your even temper
For my caliphate
I recite the many answers
As to why our terse religion
Was built around my failures
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See my scything smile
Slipping tides of wheat
My overhanging nails
Build a resume of yeast
Plaque ate my bristles
Scurvy ate my teeth
The chimneys look like stubble
On my decommissioned face
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6. |
Possum Boy Was Buried
06:22
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The possum boy was buried by the diesel cells
A trench was dug and brimmed with a tangle of assorted road kill
Among the bludgeoned mammals blared pair of hairless nostrils
A skull without a dome and some disassembled fingers
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The possum boy was found to have died upon discovery
A junk man found his body and conveyed him wrapped in bed sheets
An autopsy was served and perverted by ability
As our clumsy lacerations yielded no discoveries
-()-
Just a boy,
Without a chin,
With tiny teeth
And cheeks of tin
Hair
of slender stone
nails
overgrown
his eyes
will cotton down
his lips
will narrow out
His claws
Will turn To shells
His brain
A muddy cloud
-()-
The possum boy drank whisky from a dog bowl by the drug store
And stumbled towards the shelter of a stationary Chrysler
Layed up tween its wheels he drew names along the cylinders
And slept before his sky of constellated debtors
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The possum boy awoke to see his fur among the gravel
His balding fingers reached to feel the smoothness of his temple
The possum boy stood up to hear the chantings of the freeway
with asphalt in his teeth he walked off towards that highway
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7. |
The Principal Said
10:46
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The principal said
Lunch would be breakfast
That somebody’s Dodge was
Parked without reference
Did security notice
The improvised explosives
I tucked tween the seats to
Cause a diversion
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Where are the squadrons
Escorting my protest
Maybe my sermons have
become inconsistent
Did the commissioner want
His name to be referenced
When my self execution was
Confirmed at the conference
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The principal said that
Lunch would be breakfast
I smiled at Emma who
Passed on the assignments
Show me the line where
My name will stand witness
As I choose one of six different
neutral indictments
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You look so angelic with your
Hairline of serpents
I said in the mirror to
no defined purpose
When they all dry, my thoughts will
Hold up in their corpses
Like left over water , coiled in,
Inactive hoses
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The principal said that
Lunch would be breakfast
I knew in advance, the menu was,
On the schools website
I went to my father who’s father was,
Killed in the service.
I asked him for duct tape, used the
Money for condoms
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They’ve probably expired now but,
I guess I’m not certain
They’re dates are obscured
They’ll never be opened
I went to my mother who’s brother died
Unmoving and drooling
I asked her for brake lights and bought me an M19 browning
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The principal said that
Lunch would be breakfast
That somebody’s dodge was
Parked without reference
That exams would start late,
to accommodate,
a quick investigation
when my cars explosion halted his
brief explanation
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The sirens came loose and
Lockdown proceeded
Their desks were positioned like
Beach raid equipment
I loosed a few rounds into the
Crowded exits
As I continued towards the
Principals office
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The principal said my
Foundations were lacking
on an earlier day when my parents were
Called for a meeting
He showed them my test scores and
Prescribed me some counseling
He asked if their marriage was dissonant
if my siblings were fighting
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A few years later he asked me to
Rehearse my ambitions
Have you started dating yet kid?
Do you exercise often?
I wanna serve justice I said
And stand for our nation
My father taught me to shoot and
I’ve always felt different
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The principal smiled at me and
Looked at my figure
Lunch is for breakfast he said
Get it before its over.
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