Creation Epic
after the chaos, I achieve my form: beautiful face and a single horn. I tear it from my skull in self disgust. I can still see, through the hole, my neighbors repulsed...
The Beast Man
he once was a lamb, a little living heart. we cooked him up, we ate every part. sleep, sleep, sleep in vain, little living lamb! from the comfortable current between two big sweaty hands and a solid wall, uncolored and uncontrolled, you'll have to devour our slowly undulating forms. this soft parade of hours, a river of minutes, I am the world. I am the world's original man, the shy man. he once was a lamb, a little living heart. we cooked him up, we ate every part. sleep, sleep, sleep in vain, little living lamb!
Orange
this is our call to chaos and raging torrents of self we can't swallow, hollow though we are. orange girl, my savior, my messiah. horrible world, my place in you is clear, my tools are near. the fool becomes a man! beautiful world, your new bard is at hand. orange girl, I was born to lift the lid off this world and drop some dynamite in and lean on the plunger and write a song about how it ends. it all goes up in a beautiful orange swirl. the end of this horrible world looks exactly like someone i know. but i can't place the eyes, the scar on the nose, the flames around it like a flickering halo of orange... orange girl, do you have any idea what you have done to me? it's awakened now, and it's too loud to ever get back to sleep.
I Am Not In Love With You
your paintings are beautiful
and your letters seem
mmm
i am not in love with you
is that what you needed?
i am entranced
continually amazed
and perpetually interested in you
ok
Sarah the Middle
i can't feel my gloves; this must be Love!
Elsewhere
what's that word that means anywhere but here? what should I say if I'm not sincere? wake me up, wake me up! i know this is a dream. i'm sitting in my car, but some bitch siphoned my gasoline. there's a place inside of me, and i want so bad to put you there, but my heart collapses on itself because all my blood is elsewhere.
All Lies
there is something I'd like to tell you. this is very difficult for me, I hope you understand, but I feel like finally I am able to really speak to you. my voice tastes good. what I want to say is that you have changed me, I no longer feel afraid to act, afraid to put out my hand into a shadow. I live to see your skin and your clothes and your hair, and your voice sounds like music. I feel stupid around you, but only because my body and heart seem to collapse within your gravity well. you exert so much force. I don't really know how to describe it. hell, I don't even know what I'm talking about, but I think you understand. I hope you understand. you affect me, your existence has changed my world view. you are collosal to me, a monument of beauty the likes of which I've never seen, and the glyphs carved into your side, though confusing and alien to me, seem beautiful in such a way that I'm glad I don't understand, glad that their meaning is only one of beauty.
1000 Years
with puppet hands and fingernails, I recommend the firing squad. put me away for 1000 years, I'll stay alive drinking my tears. you've given me something to live for, but I am your sweet fratrivore. Henry Miller, have your fill with her. I am no longer a human impersonator.
K In Your Book
take a look at this sad theme. you kept asking, "Am I K in your book? I think I must be." it was always knight-to-king's-rook, queen-to-king's-bishop-three. I don't ever think we could have been together free. but to the sound of moaning loons, I told you I'd be true. then I turned my gaze upon the Moon, and my howling went there too. so I wrote this song to croon to you on your radio this afternoon. where do you live? how are you? I fucked things up. I wasn't true. to be honest, I sometimes miss you. the truth is, I actually sort of loved you. but I know, I know you've already turned off the radio.
Muted Dream Speech
last night I had a dream where some old gypsy woman told me you were dead. that's all I remember from the dream. remember how it seemed like real love exists forever? we should've taken pictures. we should've taken measures. I've found a way of living now where nothing feels bad. I'm falling dangerously in love with myself. remember how it seemed that we were being very clever? we should've checked the tires. we should've checked the weather.
Jen the Devil
we are living in the Villa Borghese. these skin burns don't even phase me. won't you stay forever wet, Anais, my kitten, my nymphet? wet with words, with life, with ice. life for you and me in the Villa Borghese. the pain like snow, the shedded skin of females. sky train to Cancer, derail. this picture show. the red and thin fingernails. the dry seabed of answers, sailed. with Hell below, the haunting din of whales. the cry everlastingly wails. swallow the woe and rend the sky of details, so my simple plan will fail.
The End of Love
love is life is suffering. the end of love is happiness. happy emptiness. in the mirror, my eyes look so cold. but I know better. my hands are warm.
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Man-Child; a Portrait of the Artist
born haunted with one mad eye. head glancing down, but standing still. hands making some gesture that you can't understand at all. such information with a gaze. the whole time i am discerning your face. breaking hearts, making parts for myself to play. born haunted with one mad eye.
One A.M. Bad Places
it's lit from the inside. something red pulls the boy out of paradise. they're all just friends, but they're all more than that. sexual tension you can cut with a knife. something red pulls the boy out of paradise. a little girl in yellow stands in the center of Hell, an evil man placing a green-gloved hand on her shoulder. a little girl in yellow stands in the center of Hell. an evil man placing a green-gloved hand on her shoulder. but strangely she isn't frightened. he finds it good to be an infant king. thirsty and drowning. thirsty and drowning. thirsty and drowning, one a.m., too careful. he finds it good to be an infant king. good boy, he kisses the back of her neck. she kisses him under the chin but for some reason he pushes her away. glowing black and white pain matches, rabbits in a mine field. fuck this. fuck this. we've been had. faces between the bunched up sheets, and birds hitting the picture window, leaving streaks.
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Elsewhere
what's that word that means anywhere but here? what should I say if I'm not sincere? wake me up, wake me up! I know this is a dream. I'm sitting in my car, but some bitch siphoned my gasoline. there's a place inside of me, and I want so bad to put you there, but my heart collapses on itself because all my blood is elsewhere.
Suivorous
she looked at me with glowing eyes. you're beautiful, i commented. she said, would you like some lamb? i vomited.
Lisa the Picture
is this a story or a lie? i know you'll never forget me. two sillhouettes saying goodnight, with a whole lot of spending money. i'm only seventeen, seventeen years old. when i was seventeen, it was a very good year (it was a very good year for small town girls). when i was seventeen, it was a very good year (it was a very good year for city girls). i'm only seventeen; i want to be someone. and i've been known to the girls. put your gloves on, we're going to sink the world. i'm only seventeen. will you hear, or think, in your fits? a breast - you break. your passions, they're hanging out (i slashed you open, and they're hanging out). i can say i'm not naive ... i wanted you to get down with me. (she loves me, she loves me not)
A Narrow Place
i run my hand against my wall. i have forgotten what password to call. i think your name, and i touch my wall. i wonder if you can feel it at all.
Meg1
quanta, quanta, do you wanna meet me? free me? everything i've ever loved, i manufactured. could you come alive with the right word? you said "3 cheers for pre-emptive strike," and two words on a postcard changed my life. henry miller. i still have the postcard.
Unacceptable
i have myself lowered in the alligator pit all dressed in comestibles. you're always there screaming that things like this are unacceptable. i call to you, you won't let me in, so i claw at you and break the skin, and you still turn me away, and i know you won't stay. o, baby, give me today; tell me you don't mean to say it's unacceptable. it's unacceptable to play out a fiasco. my love will beckon me by playing the piano.
Space Seed
o, cronos, what poison i must have been - i came out and i'm not what you put in. all your prophecies and all your sympathies, you always knew which one would win. so you came to me with an offering, so i'll absolve your sins. eat them, eat them, i bought them from a magician. buy me a souvenir for i am a tourist here. look into these eyes and honestly tell me i'm the same thing you are. i'm the hanging man, can't you see? and i've a task for thee: quickly, quickly, spread these seeds around for me.
Shapes Which Are Familiar To Us
i wake up fresh and rested. i seldom worry about my health. i am easily awakened. i have a good appetite for self. my father is a good man, or my father was a good man. my teachers have it in for me. i work under a great deal of tension. my hands and feet are usually warm enough. my daily life is full of things that keep me interested. my hardest battles have always been with myself. i have stolen things. i have never been in trouble for my sexual behavior. i do not always tell the truth. sometimes my dreams are fitful and disturbed. i know of things and animals and people that those around me cannot also see. once in a while, i think of things too bad to talk about. i am troubled by attacks of vomiting and nausea. i shrink away from facing difficulties. sometimes i think that you can't see me when i'm standing right in front of you.
Bad Places
once upon a time, in a dark place that was bad, a serious problem a very good little boy had. far too early, he learned the nature of man was to live desperately alone. so the boy fell asleep listening to the drone in his headphones. marina and lisa walked up to me and smiled. one said, "this is a dream," and the other said, "that's a lie." they looked at each other, each girl from a different time - they seemed to know something was wrong. then i tapped him on the shoulder, and i smiled and i said to him, "it's you on the phone." so i answered the phone and it was my voice on the line. i said, "what's wrong?" he said, "there's something you should find. you've eaten poison and right now you're probably dying! please drop everything and come home." but the love that i had swallowed i had vomited immediately. it felt like a bone. i came upon myself in an alley and frowned. "i don't know who to trust, or what i can put down," i said, but he just took my hand in his and said, "now," put it in his pants, and moaned. and everything seemed comfortable as i looked him in the eye, kissed him, and awoke. and you'll never be unhappy, and you'll never be alone in your headphones.
Heat Death of the Universe
it all evens out in the end, but it's a long wait for that moment of truth. so i'll just pretend that i've got nothing better to do. i broke the bank, i broke the bank, i beat the house, i outlasted the universe waiting for it.
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A Narrow Place
i run my hand against my wall. i have forgotten what password to call. i think your name and i touch my wall. i wonder if you can feel me at all.
The Then-Future
with the ballast of time behind me, I fade into a dream. i make a map of my moments past and i color some of them green. and i travel to each memory and stop all the catastrophes. my heart becomes fulfilled at last, and peace is finally with me. come away! i will show you how things maybe could have been. bring me that lamp you're holding and let me climb in. with all my life upended (that means turned up on its end) i throw in some mathematics and i watch the sparks again. and when i have completed all i'd ever hoped to've done, i turn my attention to the barrel of my gun. come away! i will show you how things maybe could have been. bring me that lamp you're holding and let me climb in. as i'm pulling the trigger, i'm blinded by the light from a patiently descending flying saucer in the night. a woman steps out of it and she smiles and takes my gun, says "You and I will go up tonight and fly into the sun!" fly into the sun! fly into the sun! fly into the sun! come away, i will show you how things maybe could have been. bring me that lamp you're holding and let me climb in. running from the world in my dreams, woman, take me away into the fiery sun!
Prodigal Son
soon ripe, soon rotten, gone now but not forgotten.
i will be your prodigal son wrapped in plastic. i will reawaken your dreams for all to see. it's going to be fanstastic. leave your ambitions to me, i'll see that they get done. you were looking for someone like me and i'm the one. i will be your prodigal son wrapped in plastic. i will reawaken your dreams for all to see. it's going to be fantastic. but you will have to watch me and see i never wander, because you know the son must overtake the father
The Desert and the Sea
i can't recognize the forgery. maybe i did not put forth the effort. she is the complex forest and the sea. i am the wind and the desert. i could not begin to try to feel. so you can put away your feather. and you're not going to get me to sneeze, so put away you pepper. i'm completely and utterly free. i am the wind and the desert. please complete the questionnaires for me. i promise no questions about secrets. there is nothing i can't easily flee, and that includes you and your secrets.
There Is No Band
on the highway, a man swings alone, his head at an angle from the telephone pole. no ay banda (there is no band). whatcha gonna do when your flight has flown, you're old and grown, your cellular phone, you can't call home, you're totally blown, you can't get stoned, the things you own are all you've got when you're alone? there is no band, and yet we hear a band. there is no man, we only fear the man. there is no plan, though we wake in the morning. this is all a tape recording. there are no drums, and yet we hear drums. this is all an illusion. no ay banda (there is no band). no ay orchestra (there is no orchestra). there is no audience. no one is listening.
Self-Surgery
something has infected my ear - a spirit in the form of pus whose musings i can hear. it tells me all the things it sees that aren't happening now. i just want to cut it out. it is inside my body. i don't want it there. my body is doing this to itself.
The Allegory of the Cave
on the accident report, i see my own name. i clearly have no one but myself to blame. in this hostile place, i'm given no chance to speak. i am told, "baby, you've peaked," and i've done nothing. everyone. i can bring everyone back. everyone. i can open everyone's eyes. on this memorial, there is a future date. it looms over me, shrieking out the music of my fate. i sing along with it, nothing else to do. i am creating it, and she's singing along too. you say you don't know what to make of it. i say, "shadow puppets." the moon, she is quarter full, but i can't tell if she is waxing or waning. i don't recognize most of the name she's naming. so i just sing along. there's no point in being strong for this. i was an accident, and so will be my end. everyone. i can bring everyone back. everyone. i can tell everyone lies. you say you don't know what to make of it. i say, "shadow puppets."
Morning Song
o, i will make the sun rise again. i will sing the sun awake. i will see the sun rise again. i will sing the song to sing the sun awake. i will sing its morning lullaby.
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All the Drugs in the World
all the drugs in the world couldn't change this feeling. all the drugs in the world couldn't change this feeling. i took all the drugs in the world just to stop this feeling, but all the drugs in the world couldn't stop this feeling. here's to my life.
I Know Why the World Is
i know why the world is. i have cleansed myself with fire and cut away the past. i stand here skin, muscle and bone, alone, free at last! i know why the world is. i am a god among insects, but still i walk this earth of men unknown and unbelieved. i know why the world is in a desert oubliette. i know why the world is in a desert oubliette, not snakeless or sterile or wet. blind painter, illiterate poet, incarnate god, nothing, zero, here, now, listening to myself sing, i know why...
Umbasil
Umbasil was a monster who lived on a hill by the town. He loved the humans who lived in the town by his hill, and especially he loved the little girls. It's not about passion or glory or blood, it' about love. It's not about whether I do this or not, it's about love. It's not about passion or glory or blood, it's about love. It's not about one thing or the other, it's about love. Umbasil one evening heard a knock at his door, and he listened to the sound coming in: "Umbasil, Umbasil, open your door to a girl in need of shelter! O, it's so cold tonight!" "It's a bit late to be lost, girl, it's a bit late to be lost. Why don't you just go home." "But father has taken the voice from my mother, and two of my brothers are killing the other, teacher has only just taught me to suffer, and I've grown to big for anything to hide under." It's not about passion or glory or blood, it's about love. It's not about whether I do this or not, it's about love. It's not about passion or glory or blood, it's about love. It's not about one thing or the other, it's about love. "Come with me, little girl, and I'll see what I can do," said Umbasil. And as he descended the hill, he thought about what he should do, and while they walked, Umbasil sang this song to himself, and the following lines as he sang them he carried them out as well: "I'll rip every head off these humans, and save the little girls from them. And the town will be the town of little girls alone, alone, with me living above. It's not about passion or glory or blood, it's about love. It's not about this world, baby, or that, it's about love. It's about love. It's about love."
Shell Game
an aeroplane flying by, behind it your face in the sky. i hold on, i don't know why. i want to lie to myself, but i can't. oh i can feel you waiting and trying to hide. i know you want me with you, and i know that it makes you cry. you helped the lame, you sought the same, all until you realized that it was a shell game. you searched for fame inside a cave, all until you realized that it was a shell game. an aeroplane flying by, behind it your face in the sky. i hold on, i don't know why. i want to lie to myself, but i can't.
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Orders From the Authorities
take me to your leader. i want to have some words with him. mr. president, stand down. you're just going to lead us to our end. mr. president, stand down! how many other thousands have you sent to their deaths? no! fuck no! mr. president, stand down. mr. president, stand down. you're not needed anymore. i say you are a criminal, sir.
Can't Stop Livin' ('Cos I Love My Girl)
well i can't find a job to save my life. they're jut not hiring in that field these days. and i throw my bills on the pyre with the hope to erase the events of today. 'cos the world's on the edge of a knife, and peace just feels so far away. but every day i see her face and i get to wake up next to her sweet visage, she teaches me something new, i hear her voice, i see her eyes and mouth, and i can't stop livin' 'cos i love my girl. well the world may sometimes bring me down, as moment upon moment disappears without a sound, and it causes me to lose my way, and i can't see the greater purpose in it all. but then i see her face, i enter her infinite grace, yeah, i see her looking down on me with love and only love. and i know that i could live without her now, but i certainly wouldn't know how. oh i can't stop livin' 'cos i love my girl. right on. give me your love tonight, give me your love and i will feel alright. give me your love tonight, give me your love and i will be alright.
Curtains
i know a woman, ate the whole world, and she used to be such a sweet girl. she touched me with her secret. she burned me with her cigarette. i have belonged to her for so long, people will say i had the chance to be strong. but my soul is lit by the secrets i've learned and my path is written in the cigarette burn. o, there is a time, there were incidents, and so we hear them. but the mouth of god kisseth carrion, and when he appeared at the bus station that night our hearts froze. the living creature from itself hides. if you feed me, i'll eat. and we will, we'll leave tonight. look at you, moving through the world of light, your hair speckled with vomit. can't you see them, sparing you, limping, calling up to heaven, "fade lights, exeunt, cue comet."?
De Stijl
the storms are upon us, yeah the storms are upon us! don't go down by the riverside! down in the wet you'll only lose your life! "what do i care about life?" i said as i strode against the crowd. i snorted and i laughed out loud. i went right down to the riverside and i climbed down into the raging river.
Don't Look Down
O, the Heisenburglar will never have our souls if we continue to climb this technological asymptote to its logical end. I know your nose bleeds up here and it feels like you're alone, but that's just how it feels to grow. Baby, don't look down. There is more at hand than they can possibly understand. You never even need to touch the ground. Baby, don't look down: we are rising together despite the will of our betters - you are as light as a feather! Let's make our love the weather. Let's make our love the weather. Let's make our love the weather. Let's make our love the weather. Let's make our love the weather!
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