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Haiku No.5 01:16
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My dumb buddy My silent friend Dirty little jacket from the attic Dirty little Rabbit Holding onto tears I must have cried over the years Though they would’ve dried you once were soaked emaciated in ‘em You were there when none else was there Soft as cotton Clean but cut Tarot from the addict to the rabbit Has to break a habit Staring at the real boys who talk to girls don’t play with toys Put behind a friend who never again will be relied upon To hold, and to know me So tender, an extension of the soul Where here’s a box now lets pretend that I lost you My dumb buddy my silent friend Dirty little boys got a habit Silly little rabbit Dirty little mind Clinging to a lie Blaming all the nothing in the stuffing Crushing and the touching Nudging and the flushing Rubbing and the slutting Brushing and the budding Grudging and the strutting Judging and the cutting
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Tongues 1-3 04:13
1st voice: The call is a coarse mechanism 2nd voice: And when it’s raised it is a slave and gear to reckon with And when it’s tamed can carry the shame of tears a monolith 1st voice: Get it in wordplay Amped up on cliche Terrible isn’t it Terrible isn’t it Allow it a sojourn Tripping on the tongue Sometimes it can burn Sometimes it falls numb 2nd voice: Earl of Words King of Terms Marques De Mot Oaf of Oaths Cow of Vows Cat of Chat Orc of Talk Wall of Call 3rd voice: These were terms agreed upon before we started now you want to take them back you perjurer good thing we wrote it down See the little imp on my tongue See how he waggles up and down and Up and down and up and down and Up and down and up and down and Side to side and upside down and inside out and back to front and
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YHHH 02:21
I now refrain from flinging roses out of windows for you. I say refrain, I mean I struggle to muster the energy. I’ve stopped writing about love and stuff: I don’t understand it. And I’m going to stop trying to. I’d say you don’t understand me but for me to speak with any authority I’d have to understand me myself. You say I never did fling roses out of windows Those were just photographs, And every lover in this dry city is either dead or dying. Sometimes they weren’t even photographs. Sometimes they were rocks, And more often than not the windows were closed. Badly taken photographs of flowers thrown like rocks still float All the mocking way down, Hailing from the top windows of every empty building In this loverless dry bone city.
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So am I the only one who’s got a problem with this. So am I the only one who cares a jot. You better hold me back boys, hold me like a friend. Am I your friend? Are you my friends? Cos it’s something I fear that’s in doubt. So am I the only thing that’s standing in the way of this. Does it suck to be so jacked up on apathy, To just fapp as it burns. Is there no-one to sign up for all these things We’ve talked about for so many years? I don’t to fear. I know what’s happening. Their gonna take us out the back And then shoot us in the head. They’ve got a problem with us alive, So it’s cleaner if we’re dead. But then they’ve got one bigger problem than that: Too many humans. It depends It depends It depends It depends It depends On us. We’ve gotta take the power back! We’ve gotta buck the party line! And then they’ll suffocate themselves, They’ll hang themselves in time. But when we’ve smoked the bastards out There’s still a bigger problem than that: Too many
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If you lie here I will stand here. If you lie here I will stand here. So what if I break. So what if I’m struck.
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Haiku No.3 01:23
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C20 03:50
William Mckinley. Moll Cutpurse. Mr. Uni-gunt. MIT, mining the moon, to make moon rock colostomy coracles for fecally incontinent citizens. You think I don’t hear your cries of “KEEP THE SHIT OFF THE STREET”? Mound upon mound of smouldering cattle banked up to an effigy of foweegifay. Don’t worry citizen: no-one can see you clicking that link, licking, licking that clink: CLINK! William Mckinley. Matthew Mcconaughey. Mahatma Gandhi. Marcel Marceau. And, mass-murdering mardi gras marionettes, Katy From Mars! And holding the whole bowl to ransom over one little egg? We all want to save the polar, citizen. NOW! We all wanna save the polar. C’MON! We all wanna save the polaroid pictures of William Mckinley. Karlheinz, dressed to the nines, buried alive (grid of nine percussion sounds; all even; before phasing out into syncopation.) L.F. Czolgosz was executed by electric chair. A steel worker, charged with 1st degree murder; a real jerker. Married in Durslur and Filigree, further more was executed by the tCHEK-tCHEK-NUH-tCHENuh-tCHiK-tCHAIR. And Karlheinz, dripping with dripping vines, Etruscan by design and entirely fit for the purpose of stabbing Mr. Uni-gut right in the left eye. The jelly sort of wobbles, and turns the stomach. FELl-EFf-GOLe-TSlokS WAS Ex-CUTIE-PIE-LAY-TRIkIC- tCHyAyer!!! Mr. Unigut. Please sit down here, citizen, and don’t mind the bear. His pockets are over-flowing with blood-sweets and Dum-Dums. Suck, suck, suck; that’s all you ever think about, boy. If it were my day we’d all be dead anyhow. SHItshEEEEEEyitttt, CITIZZZZEN!!! You make me want to shhhhhhit! The moon, carved at last, into an accurate sculpture of William Mckinley. MC Hammer. The March Hare. Mae West. Myra Hindley. Marvel. Madonna, from the Material Girl video. Mama Cass. Marlene Dietrich. Gustav Mahler. Thea Musgrave. Joseph Mengele.
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We were the educated. Classically trained to be dumb and numbered. As the wheat from the chaff if we ever reacted to anything that wasn’t old or irrelevant too, We’d be dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb… just like you. I learn what I don’t wanna learn, and I don’t need to learn, and I don’t learn enough For me to function properly. Ritalin did nothing for me. How about you diagnose me cos I’m not performing to your expectations Of results and behaviour. And yet there’s people in the world who’d give their left tit Just to learn the alphabet. And all of this while you’re focusing on kids in detention for not paying attention, When YOU’RE SO DAMN-DUMB AND HUM-DRUM You can keep your DUMB EDUCATION.
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Help yourself to a bite of me. Everyone else has. Don’t feel bad. Take a snap at me. Plenty to go around. Plenty to go around. —[David R. Edwards]— Prepare ourselves appetising, but still we don’t accept you’re here to eat. —[David R. Edwards]—
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Oh if I could fall Fall into such Into such contagious sleep That even if these Walls were made Of lead, I could collapse And splash…
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Whenever it hurts However I grieve It’s always so sad and I feel like a shell of a man Or even a beast. Whenever you cry Whenever I weep I feel like we’re hooked upon the crooks of a powerful owl, Such a masterful thief. Life, life, oh life, life, life, life Doo doo doo doo doo Life, life, oh life, life, life, life Doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo doo Smoke out the pain Like a bush into flames, licking up and engulfing the glade, ’Til the canopy drops. Life, life, oh life, life, life, life Doo doo doo doo doo Life, life, oh life, life, life, life Doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo doo Whenever you cry Whenever I weep I feel like we’re hooked upon the crooks of a powerful owl Such a masterful thief.
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