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Dirt
18:47
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He was born from red dust / and the dying breath of thorny plants / He eats the science between your empty words / and digests a new language / He was brimming with dark water / a slowly drowning child / Moved across the land so slowly / and shat a twisted scar / His heart bends like a flailing arm / and snaps like a dry twig / His face is fluid like a flashing grin / and gouged like volcanic flow / His arms bulge like clogged barrels / and fire like shattered pistons / His legs drag like flippers on dry land / and swim like broken motors / He’s crawling out across this land / and choking down his worthless words / He’s spitting out bile and machinery / and building his corrupted dream
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His Final Words
05:06
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It’s impossible not to wonder / what you were going to say / Would your last words, have changed my mind / But I never gave you the chance / Your words left half finished / You were licking your chops / and tasting the flowing honey/ with your silver tongue / bought and sold again and again / at the pawn shop on fourth street / Dusk brings a dark gray / that shrouds the lies / of your sad passing in a mystery / Frozen forever / in one pose / Your mouth open
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Jensen's Little Sister
15:21
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Everyday is the same / A repeat of a life lived 30 years before / Centipedes and scorpions lift my fat unused body off my bed / and take me to the porch / where I watch the desert writhe and move / Everyday is the same / except today / A small dark shape at the edge of the horizon / During breakfast I’m intrigued / she blocks the sun / her dress hangs on her thin frame and scrapes the dust / By afternoon I know it’s her / I tap my fingers on the porch / and send a million insects to meet her / cockroaches and ants / centipedes and scorpions / the desert is a moving carpet / but it doesn’t slow her down / her birds swoop down / and pick the sand clean / By evening I’m all alone / Every slimy friend I ever had is dead / she steps onto the porch and stands over me / I can’t move / She bends down / and points her finger at my face / like a gun / then sticks the barrel in my mouth / her finger secretes a viscous liquid / that tastes like honey / I can’t stop sucking
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Honey drips like milk / down my open throat / and the sun is a halo / framing her smiling face at me / This nectar will kill me / my body will rot into the porch / and all my insects will come for the feast / Her smile is so sweet / my love is an earthquake / rumbling under the surface
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