(from the Loss Lieder)
what
then it you lean
into
blast
from inaudible
this tells you
trying ain’t their acceptable
procurator
still got
oratorical
polychrome
like that
asocial Darwin
first the
intro
then, you meet
yourself coyote in
a city
strung out
& toning
soapboxes
on a
closed
line
gov’t troops
amplified until dawn
40 times in June, goes to
writing back toward
shine metal sheen
goes, after off at a talking kilter
arresting this find is the bar
radio bleep signal it’s a fail at the night
it goes
toward after
to the
foreign tongue twister’d
as one
riff gone as volcano steal a sip at drown
it grows fames to
lacking then
a wild into this
untune, truthtype substance
if it goes
a
semilunar to flatten there
declension
out so that
guitar tech
will tune
you into non long belief
slap hang
so you
go driving at
maybe a nothing style
flip down
yer cord rip changes to
that super group
at the horizon i see to lank maybe
or slow tilt
it goes to
a
Freudian rejection slip
there to a
summing-up
OK i’m, gilt to a tee you ain’t even thunk
rain a
starer
uniformed consent is to
con man
mingle
half pint to
my lie a mass acre
sluices,
here you go,
into
hammerless
revolver
it might be
give it a
good rethink
i’m tryin’
to give ya something
a tone row
boat
to sink
many
witnesses boiled how the fried market
flows: all
to beauty
them together types
banish to trudge on
at that lash historical nod
returnee
is gonna wig out
a spin goes to stone let
me almost tellya:
adjusted swatch half our.
lapses at
flint locked into
a grimace they
couldn’t even
rack this
to start some
bell going on and on
if a formulary
step into the blacker bluedeepening &
it goes flip
to there
half pint
nostalgist
and
then w a margin ratted
tames off
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