1. |
Gears
02:38
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stench of friction
rubber against stone
accomponied with a mechanical roar
i was a candy on your tongue
iron tempter
but why you spit me out?
so why you spit me out?
i'm moving by the hinges
by a variety of concerted parts
my nerves are stretched like a motor belt
in the throat of that steel construction
i spin my hoop as a circus acrobat
and pull the lever in different directions
merged with the metal beast
so why you spit me out?
we both moved by the hinges
we were both fueled
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2. |
Barbwired Dollhouse
02:10
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saliva dripping on a shirt
wet rag clings to the skinny chest
dirty toy for sick children
between the cracked walls of magic box
like a doll on a barbed wire
she sew a bedsheet and lay it
for covering with a veil of desire
white seams on the bridle torn
plastic hallway and red rooms where
door is locked
clock is stopped
mirror is wrecked
mind is blocked
they mix a powder and a spark
they make a groans in the dark
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3. |
Vise
02:43
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something sends an alarm in the narrow cabin
sirens sang when the tide surrounded the island
the spire of the lighthouse is immersed into salt
when strong arms turn the lever of the vise
I can clearly hear the sound of the cracking hull
these walls are moving i know
four of them against me alone
when these corners will shrink to a point
i'll become flat
flattened coin
seems i'm bound seems i'm bound
only barriers around
clapping clapping clapping
palm and palm
treading treading treading
sole and asphalt
please release me
pull me out from the enclosed space
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4. |
Oiseau Mort
02:35
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dizaines de formes triangulaires
s'envolent vers l'horizon
la cale a plumes a fondu aux nuages d'acier
au-dessus des roches qui blessent
au-dessus du brisement qui tempete
a travers l'orage
a travers l'orage
pour la lumiere qui caresse les plumes lustrees
pour les noeuds qui paraitront sur les nouveaux rives
leur element c'est l'air
c'est pas la terre comme le mien
pas la froide terre humide comme le mien
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5. |
Peyote
02:05
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a lifetime in the garden
of brown briars without leaves
no one gather this muck
everyone abandoned this place
in the late summer
this is crappy harvest
a lifetime in a cracked pot
with dry ground
injection is cause of infection
repeat is cause of defeat
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6. |
Dried Ink Drawing
01:33
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dried ink on the dusty desk
empty despair page
slowly decomposing paper
and faded cover
unwritten manuscript
of my sad novel
only drawing
raugh drawing
drawing
dried ink drawing
remains
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7. |
Plasma
04:18
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in wide mazes of underground rivers
liters of constantly flowing mixed colors
diluted with red drops
it rising up to the light
between the plinth bars
on a wet slope in grooves bumping
skirting the tip of the fragments
thick liquid enters the cavity
and diverges into hundred channels
a thud in the failed system
cramps of the eyelids are reflected in the tile
with filled red eye sockets
the knees push the floor
mosaic tiles are put together
in thin tunnels of hypodermic rivers
liters of constantly flowing red cells
diluted with white drop
it rising up to the light
into the pointed tip
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8. |
Silence
01:07
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and as the demon made an end of his story
he fell back within the cavity of the tomb and laughed
and I could not laugh with the demon
and he cursed me because i could not laugh
and the lynx which dwelleth forever in the tomb
came out therefrom
and lay down at the feet of the demon
and looked at him steadily in the face
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