1. |
Bug Bomb
03:23
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Call upon me, fleecing the bathers
o, such impish behavior!
…
You’re not the first comedian
I don’t think you
know what the fuck you’re doing as a human.
Let’s trade places! Don’t make me
set off the bug bomb!
Annoying lover! Better take cover…
A gossamer morning, and
I’m brimming with forgiveness.
Arras pulled to center -
I’m splintering inwards
Life could be so easy
if the brunt could change.
You’ve had your window
now it’s time to dispose with going
slow
Annoying lover, better learn
to take cover.
Don’t make me drop it! Don’t make
me set off the bug bomb!
I take the light back into
my mouth across the gums and it’s gone.
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2. |
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Son of a gun’s been
Stuck like gum
You do grow up, and you
learn enough, make yourself
known in the morning.
You’re history
the only swot to succeed
moving around the mess
a shadow seeped from
the lunar surface.
We’ve all been through his death -
better left unsaid
In the heaving cavity
Keep the factory on its threads
In the heaving cavity
Disappointed in how y’all
Drop the ball.
Are we falling asleep in the stodge?
Dim it.
If I ever wanted you to come with me
down to the beach - you didn’t
Where there’d be batteries
on your pizza
I don’t like change though I
will say how long til my brain tires of this
Useless drawbacks from the side effects
Second place - second guess.
In the heaving cavity
where there’d be
batteries in your pizza grease.
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Too many years too many years,
and still I’m running out of years
You wait for me to go to sleep (it
won’t be long)
By day two, the second dose will start to plume
in the ardent ruth of the black rearview
How do you get all that you want - life’s
lot a lapping font?
Too many moments cut
too close to the core
A dogged survived, both hinds tucked
inside - the Quarreler’s Dance.
I wasn’t doing well with tongs
A rose from Hell, still unspooling
seams from 2013.
I couldn’t stop the gym disappearing with
you and him in it.
Glinting, minty rock & roll could
never save your soul, no matter
your feelings full at the Roll n’ Bowl.
Wrack yourself on the loom for penance
Beauty’s breadth is with whom you’d share it:
You pressed as much into my flesh.
An expanse of scabs. He
whose lips curl planting
fare with the tilt-a-whirl.
He who dyed rosebud tips blows
the scent of hyacinths.
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4. |
Hip Hop
03:12
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Kai rides on a tailwind
of whimsy
eyedropping
lace-unplanned,
shrapnel understanding
The decadence is SO demanding
Maybe you don’t need so much scenery
Fickle sibilance hides your hints
I’ve washed your bowl
and folded your towel!
There’s no one else left on the planet now -
I’m no polymath, you can see the crystals on my breath
In puffed and lasting light,
in marzipan dawn
where all equals parcel on
laziness is a factor
If you’re anything like me as a drunk,
there’ll be denial of the hand at the cliffside.
HOW DARE HIGH ART FORCE A WEDGE IN
DRIVE US APART?
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