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Lemme tell you about a guy I knew
Used to be a friend of mine
He was a good old boy from the good old days
He was a stubborn old bird set in his ways
He was a flower child in a patch of weeds
A tough nut to crack in a row of bad seeds
Do you have any final words
Before the last handful of dirt
But the penultimate surprise
there’s nothing left to eulogize
Disjointed…appointed
simalcrum of simalcrumbum
Kettle calling kettle
Black as black no turning back
Annoyed android
Clone of a clone, a drone’s drone
All your life you’ve been waiting to
Fill in this hole with this jellied soul
Funeral for an imaginary Rabbit
Innocence lost was piece by piece
That’s how the gentle sweet pet became the Slouching Beast
Now the call of the night he can’t resist
How to prove a point to someone who don’t exist
Caught in a trap
there's no turning back
carrots dangling
we all want the same thing??
Rabbit Reborn
Bunny born again
Once young, once dumb, the son is ever your fulcrum, must die, goodbye, time to lay to rest the little guy
Where was his promise all squandered in the street
No hero’s journey in his pride and conceit
A looping line now that the course was ran
He’s ending up almost where he began oh yea
Funeral for an imaginary rabbit
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Lair of the Night Gaunt
04:44
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Beneath the ivy lies the Gate with the Silver Key
Where the noisesome abyss swirls beyond your mundane dreaming
A perfume breeze, so fair it seems
Exhaling from a black maw, forever swallowing
Through the gate with the silver key
Many travelers have come in their desperate seeking
The distant lands glimpsed in strangest dreams
Half remembered snatches of mumbled poetry
And each must pick their way through the beaks of sharp rock
the crags bared like fangs; needling the sky
And silent the lands- but for the whisper of leathery wings
Glimpse the golden towers and high palisade
The sweeping lines, polished and wide winding ways,
A vision in green and gold
Amongst the deep and fathomless shadow
Still they reach, they crawl, towards that festering void
And the Night Gaunts feed upon the vessel forlorn,
and yet they strive until the vision fades, and the gate, the palisades, give way to the eyeless husk of a shadowed face
The Night Gaunts fly through the tumultuous gales of the void
desert of dreams- and no hopes spring
Eternal the cries
of despair will ring!
Beneath the ivy lies the gate with the Silver Key
and there beyond loom the walls of the city of dreams,
Enter there but with a warning- you enter the Night Gaunt's Lair
The wide avenues are empty and bare- empty and bare...
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The hope, the hype, projections of heroic strength
The highlights, the bright lights, the thin veneer of calm
Beauty and wisdom, skin deep or misunderstood
The limits of endurance, break before the brotherhood
The pride, the fall (the fall from grace), from those Olympian heights
The Wax wings, the choking, suspended animation
All those brave words echoing in your ears
But beneath the harsh lights exposed the fear
dust off your halo, plastic crown of thorns
your eyes are pained, oh that’s real
wrap yourself in your tattered rags
head hung low, weep, oh humiliation
Leave it all on the field of play
You will live to fight another day
What does it matter what all the people say
They will still line up to pay…
"I’m just here so I won’t get fined"
I’m doing fine oh got mine, don’t owe you a fucking thing
Fallen, headlong, subdued and broken willed
shattered, humbled discouraged and unfulfilled
pierced, stabbed with pangs of burning regret
tattooed in patterns of the shame that you can’t forget
to the victor the spoils, the vanquished to the rubbish bin
Would the wine of victory ever taste as sweet
without the bitter bile of certain defeat?
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Fourth Rider
02:34
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Recitation
Seven shelves of burnt volumes
Poets of ashen pages,
Ember words of the burning sages
A thousand histories, a thousand dooms
Overgrown and empty rooms
A father’s love and studied virtue
A daughter’s neglected secret world
Tender words can find no perch here
Dust will settle over each endearment
And the stones will endure
I am the Death Owl in the Tower of Flints
"This... is my hour
The hour of my reincarnation
This is my glory –
you must go away"
The white silence was terrible
White with the bodies of the circling owls
The Tower, the pines, the corpse, the moon
At the time eaten opening at the base of
The Tower of Flints
Recitation
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Callipygian Hunger
11:16
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I searched for many years
alone amongst the barren lands
and you were with me all that time
only thoughts of you could ease my mind
(and my hunger...)
at every crossroads I searched the signs
under strange stars and stranger shrines
each night as I lay dreaming down
I dream of offerings on the burial mounds
Callipygian Hunger
the last lust left me cold
swaying in the gallow breeze
hissing through your red teeth
ill wind unfold
extinguishing the candle that I lit for you
I searched until the bottle's dry
until I could not remember why
From the darkness,
I saw a blinding flash
I heard that thundering crack
and I saw the reddened gash
in the embers I saw
your likeness - I heard the whispers in the hills
in the ash - at dusk I felt the autumn chills
I marched upon the pavement footsore, friendless and alone
Suspicion, contempt, and avarice met me at each pave stone
Many regrets have I for the want of shelter from cold
I carved your face upon my flesh to recall the warmth of old
Warmth of old- Hearth so cold- this heart of stone bleeds on
the blinding flash - the reddened gash- the wounds are opening
in a raging torrent, the flood washed me away so far
the blackness of the new moon reveals my wandering star
SHELTER - FROM COLD - BEGGAR- CHOKEHOLD
ALL SORTS- SOUP STONE- JEAN SHORTS - MARROW BONES
ahh the memories of my shame fades
I'm here with my new friends who don't know my name
I will leave come first light at break of day
if only I could remember the way??
COLD HEARTH - DEAD EARTH - LIFE'S WORK - KNEE JERK
FIRST TIME -NOOSE RHYME - STONE'S THROW-
WHERE CAN I EVER GO
I came to a place as cold and white as bone
to find your name finally writ in stone
I lay myself down next to thee
this is as close to your side as I will ever be
Callipygian Hunger
the last lust left me cold
swaying in the gallow breeze
hissing through your red teeth
ill wind unfold
extinguishing the candle that I lit for you
and as the shadows grow, my eyelids sink down low
no longer scanning the horizon
as my vision fades and my searching cease
I am home at last, in a lasting peace...
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Dusk - at the last light
emerge the parasite
Now comes the worm invasion
you can't satiate them
they feast upon your feces
they are the dominant species
wriggling around your anus
as if to say "you can't contain us"
Sensation which controls us
and cause schizoid psychosis
You must clean every surface
your poor hygiene deserves this
spewing eggs by the thousand
when they peak out your south end
wash bedclothes and what you've worn;
don't shake it! The eggs are airborne
wash your hands motherfucker!
dusk - at the last light
emerge the parasite
Suprise! Its the worms again
you thought your ordeal was at an end
No! Those bastard nematodes
feel like the size of a garden hose
Fuck! They just keep coming back
until you learn just how to attack them-
Papaya, carrots, and oil of cocoa-
extract of wormwood, how apropos!
now comes the worm invasion
you can't satiate them
they feast upon your feces
they are the dominant species
wriggling around your anus
as if to say you can't contain us!
Sensation which controls us
and cause schizoid psychosis
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drainbow Austin, Texas
Drainbow is the brainchild of Nicholas Sarcophagus, a multi-instrumentalist and composer currently residing in Austin Texas. Mr. Sarcophagus arose from the hollers and backwoods of Appalachia and learned his craft in the rehearsal rooms and weird streets of West Baltimore. He developed and honed his rock and roll drinking problems in Athens, Georgia. ... more
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