Decomposure - Hour 9 lyrics

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Decomposure - Hour 9

Realigning heartbeats in tar

while gridlined cells and prepaper fans

sift snow’s surface whitenoise

as moment’s light sugar fingerprints

split equal sums of trial and error

on floppy disk for a hairspire’s passing rustle,

unworthy even of static;

no diversion in any cold bitten sand grain.

‘Am i still worth a candy?’

sat late snapped elastic wavering around ghost columns

but like a trampoline with a hole

i jerk back to earth and crumple airless for hope smoke:

no nutritional content,

dormant in silos for halley’s eternity

adding commas like there’s no tomorrow

already between your fingers

I bake my eyes under the sun

and lose the loom where truth is spun

(Parallel with axle connections

alone as through heater grates)

Soup sipped straight from the pot,

or spread on the table,

or rung in a mug?

in focus the superimposed fullbody mask

amoeba pink, inflated glove

bones worked with hulk fist innards

to ns centre hunch black iron chain box

locked lined to lone garbage bag

remove every breath,

still sipping warm sweet plastic...

Set change soft and dextrous the gentle crossed

branches orchestrated leaf for old globe

waxcut grey at its latitudes and longitudes twice bolted

as blackboard blood blister flop mesh course

the supple weeded lint trap stifle its fetid blue slick

failsafe locker tilt coagulant in slight ajar single switch

like an overturned tin of warming grease joeyed below a rusty oven.

dustyeyed looms bulb without breeze and silent steps upward,

pillar and picnic sketch underscore,

oil black unassuming,

final as gelatinous whispers

heaped on an endless train.

And then...?

A skipped space of chapter

pulled from the watery movement along pattered shadow

to lurch and spit like alkali and devour the earth

in the twisted tread of bicycle thorn?

This would be an emptied egg

washed sunset and jewel

arranged on display behind glass

to be crushed under another stray or velvet paw

No, i will knot my fingers

and cover color pin fullscreen at a little left starred

set to trowelling aspartame deep in the niter.