the manipulation of ghosts

and it's time [it's always time]
[recurring]
i'm singing [in my mind]
silent voice, silent voice

codes implicit, this is shorthand

intimate exchange, a critical distance
it could be miles
or mm

we are always collapsing away from complexity

imagine a world
where we do not collapse into any roles
where we are the 'logical' expression of our will

the window [open]
the body [filled with desire, trembling]
[hot] blonde

pornographic expressing
desire is reduced to fractions
the knife is cutting, jack the ripper

reduce, reduced

everything is about fetishes
toys, pets, perversions, drugs.

we desire total love, express [unedited]
a continuum [feedback]
process chaos

unfigured by tedious compromise
imagine flesh giving, forgiving
surrendered

liquid blue eyes
elements of fracture
we are all failing

dreams too precious
pinched lines of frustration
failing to realise

desire is bloody and old
we are in a war

we are always in a war
to realise ourselves
 

ben e. king of the crossroads motel

ghost surgeon haunt m.e.
it's a cut-up
it's a carve-up

"we're sacrificing roosters here!"

to be clear
cock. 'k'off! 'k'off!
it's blood sacrifice

realisation, uh nothing

all points on the compass
all time on the clock
face is 'familiar'

the symbol is fossil

between machinesong and birdsong
body of light
the risk is water

[chemical residue]

scum
s'cum
s.c.u.m.

every conversation ends the same

in the end we find we write because we must. nothing good comes of it. the words are repeats. the phrases hackneyed. but on it goes. this becomes something else now. a not-confession. the hacking together of bodies spliced by time. we eat our own flesh. all ways there will be new ways of saying old things. all ways we will come here to watch the sea, hear the beach shift, pebble over pebble, a life-sized cabasa. empty bottles of long drunk wine, the memories of what we once were.

all ways the pen, all ways the paper

endless words forced out
seeking blood and sacrifice
seeking revelation beneath the stones

the world shifts
according to economics
development, theft, destruction

in the dark when it falls
we are floundering

aspects of ownership, land, capital
the arguments remain the same
in the end it's war

democracy does not serve us
ownership enshrined by law

electronic soul, electro blues

everything ends
even this
which seems interminable

but we will be dead, so it goes

and this dissolving into nothing
this end. death. with no after.
no follow.

in space we love.

transmission

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