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as a lover, so
03:48
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appearance
eyes opened to let in color, clarity, and nature of the head.
ached, tangled till was pulled every thread
oh, unraveled though not ever fed
sore and hard lead
the faint comes quickly
*as a lover, so a bottle of beerX4
left alone or domineer
aroma
the fragrant components enticing nostrils and therefore figure
or else it’s a digger. trying to unearth the good
the unrotten misremembered but not forgotten
to kick out all that has been brought in
to be known not waste o.
flavor
the distinctive taste, to not waver, to stay ones pace and to savor
the indication of the essential character
*as a lover, so a bottle of beerX4
left alone or domineer
fermentation
the chemical breakdown disintegration to slurp to drown the culmination mmmm conversion and production
from two to one
strength
the amount of power, promise, potential, the will to cower
move sluggishly, thuggishly or else be thwarted
grains
and thus, seeds are planted
of wheat or fruit or feeling
oh darling I am reeling
hops in through the heart strings
the bitterness that slips under your tongue
to be thrown aside or flung
when anything is that close—when anything is near
when anything still looks that good from here
*as a lover so a bottle of beerX4
should be left alone that’s clear
as
water
mostly, wort and sparge
then rushing down your throat
until
empty
placed gently in recycling bin
but I still got me a friend in a bottle of gin
*but a lover so a bottle of beerX4
but a lover
but I love her
but a
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warwick
04:02
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I forgot the noodles cooking in the kitchen
slumber is not inborn anyways
it is like the ache in old leather
a mixture of tar and rock
and suddenly like over absorbed egg dough I am night thick
you will all go. but let you go one by one.
you will all go. Faster than a harpoon gun
through the belly of a whale
don’t leave your dinner out to stale
don’t leave your body out to ail
so as to mark the curb with powder
from dead scalp skin
and I am in it
or outline other unliving things
tiny creatures with little wings and stingers
does it make you learn? the screen seen through the window
or the scene behind the door
this is the third time in two years I have to climb up to the third floor
I can’t sleep ive got to sneak out
you will all go. but let you go one by one.
you will all go. Feet towards a red mock sun
what the trek will entail
don’t leave your dinner out to stale
don’t leave your body out to ail
I’ll be picking flower heads from brain stems
and stomping my feet
with my head cocked and outward pointers twisting
crossing eachother to squeeze a lie in
and I think im dyin
but….
the soft nurse wont pull back
the curtain, for a prick
i would shoo her out anyhow
and the soft nurse wont turn back
to wake me or take me out of bed
but id send her out anyhow
id send her with you---will all go
but let you go one by one.
you will all go. Feet towards a red mock sun
what the trek will entail
don’t leave your dinner out to stale
don’t leave your body out to ail
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dog bark
04:00
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like a dog bark pulled up the floor.
and I wish that my teeth, my mouth,
could do a bit more.
and what am I.
and who are you to be(e)
buzzin around here yea
buzzin around my ear.
thank the sun and the stars that you are
thank those empty bars
for us to fill up in
crossing tunnel chogs and rotten logs
and im in wet socks
then ending up on the wrong street
and that’s where you and I mean
to separate
then im back around
from a book I put my ear to the ground
no I couldn’t put it
too many sounds I couldn’t bare to be undug
I couldn’t let be found
no I don’t want to be found
and I know you wont get near the top of my head
and I shouldn’t spend my time
in your bed
but like a bear cave im home
and id wait a longer while
on the corner of a street
for you to eat
if youre the fox, im the hunter
if im the h(a)unted, youre the one that’s up for the chase
fallen fall leaves remind me I cant keep pace
I cant have it
I cant have it go to waste
just look at your face
the way those cheeks blush
oh how I want to touch your hair to take your hand
oh damn
this time I cant
this time I have to pick myself up
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