Decomposure - Hour 7 lyrics
rate meDecomposure - Hour 7
Divide water from meat, swallow minus eight crescents:
what is to be retained in blue tubs taped shut in removable stomachs?
sundappled gate formally composed
pinholed across the quiet floors stolen from middays and
empty rooms soundless as chalk on windswept stone.
face smoke eyes
Eroded veins enough to feel my own ghost limbs pulse like white trees
backward burning old man’s beard on galvanized ground
the tyranny of archived lives propping eyelids ever wider until they split
photo/coffeeshopping mall reunions on particle down
edgeless to burnt pyramid, uturns,
artificial hem train catchphrase,
armymen over rain poems charred for comment funnels
and plated to highway dusty friends,
switch to diet plaid, but we’ll all wear baggy pants until we’re old.
The burning tires roped ’round waist
drag snake ink flares, backmap scourge
to shoulder heat until dark lung, twine and prints
absorb to the forest floor...
This snap of measuring tape
will wag sixth cancer open
second sequestered digit than work shirt
the smell of gradient rainworms found,
a scarlet stump,
leaves bleached with winter.
Horn man years from a day for an hour in minutes
Eroded veins enough to feel my own ghost limbs pulse like white trees
backward burning old man’s beard on galvanized ground
the tyranny of archived lives propping eyelids ever wider until they split
leech plugin preposition
wrapped in thin painted felt snapped with rulers on skipole shins;
under my face: balloons connected to liquid crimped pockets
and dry fireside remote sauna
three hands interlaced like tetherball and lost bottom steps,
steps lined transition cold nerve endings
Don’t believe the hope.
Precipice away swiss hours screenprinted red
and parched on charfolded water billable hours
depth in reflective glasses centered in a mirror:
infinite, thin, tenuous
to follow the river in hip waders
