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letra de island - decomposure

blessed is the apple cored: two dozen slices packaged, each one sold
blessed are the buyers’ notes: divorcing knives from the affordable
blessed are the vendors’ stores: heaven unrolls, each mile collecting toll
blessed is the oneway road: an apple cut cannot again be whole
the seers shout from their towers, ‘everything is infinite’
pray you don’t find they’re wrong, for you’ll be hanged for telling it
the earth is a lonely island
we have been steady drinking our own urine for far too long
we’ve heard the story time and time again
we’ve seen the ending and know we deserve it when it comes home
turn your costumes up
remove your voicebox and roll it smooth on the counter
the second law of thermodynamics sends your eyes on a tapdance
every moment on call, forever on the precipice
can you decide an upsidedown teardrop written in blank numeric verse?
decision points, thumbnails held open with alligator clips
sinking sl!ck ships riding black waves of the un0bservable past
come on, ashes – l!ck your chapped lips and pout for fashion
vanity veins and sunrise
there’s a white backdrop waiting to powerclip our hope in
whatever’s in the cup, you can find someone to drink it and say it’s delicious
starcrossed gl-sses banging pots in the kitchen
the laff track swells, john galt peeking under the sh-lls
the future isn’t coming so we’re turning to salt
injected in our necks like antiradiation medication
fauxconscious rappers with their ation rhymes selling taster’s choice
couldn’t struggle from their la-z-boys to answer the door
when the poison made landfall. we cried
“i wish there was a mainstream left, so i could hide in its meniscus
now all is edgeless, all is one hundred and ten percent
my friends stripped and chatter pith down the river stored in a faraway grid
mined for primes and rare statistics
until they’re formally replaced by scale replicas
stormfront to backstabber
gathering facts in baskets that trackback to themselves on white lather
the light unravels while blackness hovers over the surface of the shallow
the swallow shot for the gold ticket in its beak from the gallows
straining for the ground as they swung
and we spin around the scene smooth and free
the programmers have the camera;
does it matter without tension between real and imagined?
tragedy’s skin deep to an avatar, avarice rentacar
observing is a hungry syringe
until you’re peering through one red frame of old 3d gl-sses
it’s so easy i don’t care where it’s from.”
the angel of death peeled his eyelids off
and placed two golden coin eyecups and mini tvs too in each socket
singing teenage dreams as bristling electricity for eternity
while its bright th-rny roots pushed through the back of his skull
and spread like hotcakes generations wide
erecting trees without branch or leaf
impaling the conscience dreamers in flight
legs tight as a cramp in a dance routine
dogwhistles and moral hazards, so believable
can you hear their snaking chrome whispers spitting liquid smoke?
i’m being followed
don’t retreat, reload
grip the wheel and explode
the end is within reach
with a few more on the board
from beyond the arc or slam dunk
i hope you didn’t need those arms
red dawn
swim to sh0r- as it erodes
holla back when your bones show

- decomposure

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