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I Am Death
04:05
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I AM DEATH
"Now what do you suppose these boys are doing driving this car ? They aren't old enough to drive !"
"Drivers sometimes can't help but run into you if you are in the street at the wrong time."
"A driver may hit you, even though he doesn't want to."
"The car is going to hit him. And there isn't anything the driver can do about it."
Death surrounds me.
Danger is all around me.
I constantly fear for my life
When i'm riding my bicycle.
What if that car doesn't brake on time ?
Will i go flying ?
What if that truck gets a little too close ?
Will it rip off half of my arm to the bone ?
What if that bus doesn't see me there ?
Will i be crushed into a wheelchair ? Bye-bye spine ? Bye-bye stairs ?
When i'm riding my bicycle.
Riding by night on my bicycle.
I'm going to get over that hill.
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2. |
Non Sequitur
03:42
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NON SEQUITUR
Swimming around my brain pool is
Sending me down the deep end
Where moral quandaries of the deepest nature
Harass me
Don’t think about it
Don’t think about it
I try to convince myself
That i don’t care
Searching for taps and switches to
Turn the whole thing off
But nothing gives
Trying to sooth the itches that
Started the whole thing off
But nothing gives
Gristle-white and it’s heads askew
The bear has brawn to spare
I wrestle in the mirror
Til i’m apathetic with pure despair
Its circuitry of non-sequiturs
Is sequestered quite securely
There’s no chance of it escaping
So i regularly feed it bits of me
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3. |
And That Is To Feed
03:18
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AND THAT IS TO FEED
The strongest soap,
The toughest brush,
A thorough scrub.
Let’s not forget underneath the nails,
You don’t know where they’ve been.
Just the thought makes me want to start
All over again.
After six or seven times
They're sparkly, raw and clean.
Time to put the protective gloves on,
And walk onto the scene.
I should have brought a gas mask,
The air is thick
With the stench of death
And the wheezing of the sick.
They could all be carriers.
None of them seem to care,
But i can see the illness infecting every stare.
I can feel one of them behind me,
Her dirty hands outstretched.
A cough, a raucous groan,
She sinks her teeth into my neck.
My throat is tingling,
I cough and wheeze.
The blood comes spurting out
When i sneeze.
Don’t know why i worried so much,
It’s not as bad as it seems.
I’m part of a community
Where love is supreme.
And we want to spread that love
To those in need.
There’s just one thing that we crave
And that is to feed.
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4. |
Relative Relatives
03:17
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RELATIVE RELATIVES
Your roots are your roots are your roots.
Somehow this tree feels so unfamiliar,
This doesn’t feel like home.
I don’t fit in among these branches,
This blood is all i’ve got.
Nervous toothy grin for the photograph followed by
Polite excitement, say thankyou, don’t be rude.
Don’t ruin it, be happy.
What will the neighbours think ?
Insert sardonic quip at the expense of others.
(hahahaha)
I crave that laugh, we’re bonding,
There is no other way.
I say this with love
But let’s never do this again.
I can hear my heart beating,
There beyond the tree.
Beyond the branches, beyond the blood,
A warm embrace welcoming me.
We stay connected beyond the borders,
Sharing feline photography.
We just can’t wait to see you again,
The sofa’s waiting, have a cup of tea.
I feel loved.
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5. |
The Fish & the Cork
01:55
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THE FISH AND THE CORK
Most days if you ask us
We’d rather stay in
Pottering around the house
Nibbling on this and that
Sundaying it out
Cosy and warm
Wrapped up in plaids
Is our true form
Lazy days, endless hugs
But out of nowhere we’ll piss on your rug
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6. |
Predatory
02:41
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PREDATORY
My past is building up.
My future is rust.
My present between the cogs
Is spent devoid of lust.
Marching along to mechanical tunes.
My heart is sinking to the sweetest of fumes.
I am the beast.
Ground me to earth.
Ground me to dust.
Ground me please.
Engorged and distended,
Inflatable domination.
The toxic oil greases the wheel,
I don’t know if i could one day unfeel
The power, the beast.
Some quiet, at least.
Ground me to earth.
Ground me to dust.
Ground me please.
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Blériôz Brittany, France
The solo venture of one Harry Hadler
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