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GORGEOUS DEVICE PART I
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haven't seen you in a long time but i've thought about you every day for a long time and i think of the witch that you had curse me and i think of the point of his hat and the point of his shoe and the way that his beard came to a point too and when i close my eyes all i can see is his mouth and the deep red of the lipstick from the night that he dragged me from my barstool in a stupor, and poured his potion down my face with a kiss and he whispered "never again" in what i could've sworn was your voice, cause it was then the lights went out.
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HEIRLOOM CROWBAR
01:56
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pain is all there ever was
so why are you giving me that look of SURPRISE?
as my Grandfather's Crowbar hangs gently down
from your cheek, and the leaky valves of my
heart seem to say that "nobody will ever come to your aid"—
but I guess we can only learn
from mistakes. . .
how did i get like this? my bloodshot eyes?
i'm made of HATE.
only in death. . . only in death.
so pull the iron from your face, my Lord.
and end this. for me, for you.
and erase my name from The Book that is
thus far written.
and you'll take my place as the color drains
from your iris.
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EVEN YEARNING
02:16
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i'll bolt my feet to the ground in front of this
conveyor belt. that's gone unoiled, unmaintained—
so it shrieks like a mourning eagle, it shudders
like a calf that's lost its way. . .
but make no mistake, It'll bring you inchwise
closer to my expecting hands.
slowly. slowly. patience, first you must watch
me die, watch me decay
your horror in the approach will become comfort.
even yearning.
until you reach these bones
that put you out.
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it's a very sharp knife. a solstice gift from
my lover. . .
it goes in. it comes out your back.
like it's quietly peeking around the corner.
it could be about The Blood.
your breath smells like crabapples.
and a night slept outside.
your eyes are kind and gentle.
they're rolling back in your head.
It could be about The Blood.
i read a book once, in between studying anatomy,
in between practicing on myself. . .
it was a book of poems.
from ancient times.
it
could
be
about
The
Blood.
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GORGEOUS DEVICE PART II
00:30
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waking up years later next to my cane and the bottles of pills that i take for the pain from the freak accidents and the sickness and fights that for some reason follow me, shadow me,
no!
and the blueprints i've drawn with my one good hand for my one true love—a gorgeous device—that'll kill you in no time at all, or you see, that i need you dead not because i'm still sore, but because i need to harvest your knowledge of where witches hide so that maybe i will one day make him mine.
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A GRASS OF ME
03:36
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fold me in half again.
the way your massive hands feel, touch my everything
all at once! kill me as i lived. throw me from the sky.
leave nothing but a crater in a field of clovers
by the water where you raised your family.
you were small once and i will have been small once too.
but you’re a giant now and i’m about to be
nothing.
grind my fucking bones.
against this mossy hill. make your earthen bread.
the cows will eat a grass of me years from now.
you were small once and i will have been small once too.
but you’re a giant now and i’m about to be
nothing.
i am nothing but evidence of your Glory
the speculation of being
the dust of a pilfering rat,
of a waste
of space.
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