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seashells
04:34
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the salty breeze buffets my face
persists at breakneck pace
like a river soaked through the sand
sinking again
a siren’s song cuts through the haze
and i believe every word
tell me the way you treat yourself
about the time you spend alone
home lost at sea
do you view your self as temporary
i envy your shell
wish I could be someone else
seashells ground into the past
become the sand on which I build my house
this is the stinging cuts in the sea
it is the tangled kelp restraining me
i mold my bones to mimic yours
to fit a shell I place above all else
and all the things that I thought were clear
float next to you and they disappear
the lines in sand that ill never see
deceitful eyes assuring me
shrivelling up like souvenirs of golden sand and sunburned skin
i envy your shell
why can’t I be someone else
the sinking sand consumes the ground
cannot return to when the tide was out
two voids of blue, all I perceive
skin torn by tangled kelp restraining me
i mold my bones to mimic yours
to fit a shell I place above all else
thirty times about four months
crabs all die of loneliness
throwaway with shell to match
collecting seashells til the chest bursts its latch
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it’s all wrong
at least you found some restless peace
lonely
bring out your dead
to keep the needle moving
drag out your dead
and rob them of their bloody remnants
the birdmen are coming
laid inside your lungs
to profit from practise
you’ve swallowed your tongue
the heart or the liver
kidneys or the lungs
dissecting your suffering
don’t make a meal of this one
time spent with pigs in shit
a growing self-revulsion
give your right arm and a half
for one more stillborn calf
wasting
haemorrhaging
fruitless
but dreaming is free
so cauterize the cause
and give them back their blood
the masks they wore you painted on their heads
you can’t
blame away your want
this sense of urgency is never leaving you
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we met upon a lamplit street
your gaze, deep blue, embracing me
two hearts leading infatuated steps
imagine more than the sum of my regrets
circuits oxidise and screws are forced from their burrows
the rusted joints now moving again after decades left alone
it's okay to cry
it doesn't cheapen what's built up here
the thin black lines hang overhead
their shadows grow and mask the warmth
to live among those blades of grass
and break the frosted panes obscuring the sun
we're sitting on your balcony
i close my eyes it's you i see
and on your arm a three eyed goat
we fell asleep as dawn approached
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ground dog day
05:19
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there's a dead dog spread eagled on my doormat
only there on sunny days and in thunderstorms
almost biweekly like an emaciated farewell
with no skin and no winter coat
id clean it up if it were more committed to its fairweather existence
because i can barely sleep anymore
it barks and it barks and it barks, shredding my eardrums in a war of attrition
try to poke holes through and hope it makes like concrete shoes
trying and failing on my own
can’t find the limbs to hold it in
don’t have to face it
another dog
silhouettes cascading
dreading i’m the perfect grandson
don’t have to face it
another dog
ignorance is waning
wish this sack of bones was long gone
will man's old friend release me
rotting husk smiles grits its teeth
carcass
grinning
buried
canines
buried twice
carcass
grinning
buried
canines
buried twice
rotting gums beget those teeth
rotting gums beget those teeth
carcass
grinning
buried
canines
buried twice
buried twice
buried twice
vultures tearing face from skull
sew it back on upside down
vultures tearing face from skull
buried canines sunk in deeper
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bacon and eggs
chicken legs
in the uptime
loving in time
leaving in distress
make scraps of the rest
unravelling twine
submerged til I die
when i’m out of the river i’m a reptile in a dress
with a handbag heart that’s zipped up all the way
the painted claws of someone who lost their head
in muddied waters
the painted claws of someone who lost their head
it’s hard to see
a sunny swamp frozen over
sky blending with
the broad side of a barn
my heart
waterlogged
but have I let it go
make sure I never know
try not to let me see
lie through your crocodile teeth
goodbye crocodile
i’ll see you in a while
you’re tears behind a smile
i’m holding back the bile
and one day I will see
how selfish I have been
the world still turns while i’m
preserved in moss and peat
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