off with our heads

inside
the criminal decision
not to act
or speak
or whatever
turns and returns
wound open
slow repetitive
nagging twists

/hipster b/

the frame of reference
recurring equation
i spill the ink like ejaculate
i take my coffee
e-jac-u-latte

document 25052012

piano is the heart, is the soul,
resonance revealed

street drunk with dog
skin too red too soon
eyes blanked w/ need

and my heart is being broken
again, again,

by the piano
by the joanna man

i have spent
done and dusted
dream impossible things
make impossible connections

the song defines need, loss, anger
eyes wide, impossible, open
as soon as we look in the eyes we know
another impossible

this space is always longing
this reverb
of memory and reflection

in the end
the end

action speaks

in place of love
pain
in place of thought
work
in place of words
music

in the end
nothing
the whispered last
breath

left hanging

and the crime of living
an endless childhood
always spiralling
to this full stop.

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.