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the alchemy of skin and broken glass
the soft elation of rain on face
husk moon
stray stars
content in
their own debris
scars so deep
they touch the bone
turning leaves
rain-slick streets
wood smoke
the side effects of october
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2. |
4581 Asclepius
02:29
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another twilight
put through the human thresher
wine
laughter
the peaked meat
of matter
how many remain?
how much longer?
night pushes open the door
leers and sharpens knives
we run from sight
across london fields
you're holding your own hand
not mine
i down beer
at the speed of starlight
sirens but there's ever sirens
epiphanies but there's ever epiphanies
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3. |
Wake Up Bad Guy
01:29
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sometimes feel as if i passed out
drunk at century's turn; woke up
to be told through hungover glaze
by a laughing puppet that it's 2015
that sudden flick of a switch;
one moment 2000 light years from home
the next pressed against
the wall of a club
beer-sodden and cigarette-rolling
and the universe’s central spin
dancing in a frock coat
and with swaying bob before me
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4. |
The Puppet Has No Master
03:17
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day to day
hour to hour
second second
all i do is circus
-
in my suffering
who is the sufferer?
it happens to me
it afflicts me
but i am stood aside;
i look on;
where am i
in that?
-
i want to phone my employer
say 'i can't come in today.
why? don't you realise
this world is a
surreal ontological joke?
a puppet show?'
-
i move so quickly
from one assumed persona
to the next
i forget
who i was
underneath it all
-
i play this role
of being real
belong
of place to be
not
don't
isn't
i play this role
-
the bust silk gnash
the rust black weight
red moon laugh
and blade unfurl
to the shorn singularity
of night
not star too far
my teen dream sing
the teeth that speak
my curtain pricked
to the shorn singularity
of night
where blood is word
where meat bells grin
where i stitch and pin
pikaia puppet
to the shorn singularity
of night
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she is 1995
a ribbon
a chime
a dust cut mirror
silver lined
as star-tips mine
my glass
in berlin time
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night is collected in your room
you breathe its rhythm
dead lots
moonsong
taste
of your lips
these memories
are no longer mine
-
you window-watch
out there;
trees
brick
lawn
so still
suburbia foxed
under streetlight
car beams
you blade-dig
for welcome blood
-
your skin tastes of tears
of could have been
of a life lived
in the passenger seat
-
when the cosmic joker
fucks with you
he never fails to do so
with style and a sense of irony
-
you finger-write your love
in a bus window's steam
the bus pulls into depot
and all depart
only your words remain
until the next rain
-
that murmur you hear
ever in the air
and which you mistake
for wind;
the sound of the universe
laughing at its own absurdity
-
'when you're a kid
your world is filled
with magic'
you say
'but as you
grow older
your soul dies
from the inside out'
-
i have no difficulty
picturing you
on a beach
alone
undressing
stepping
into the waves
and never turning back
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swept by
fingers sing
my should have been
her taut
her stray
her season
what wilds her
that's where
i want to be
bind moon
sine swift
feral light
where was she
when i was
for sale?
-
that page
that tinct
that nudge me to
where's what i know
wide between
nine and what i do
-
come into
my breath
my name
my no
my lieu
my lungs
piscis-perfect
grade my light
field my occult vision
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8. |
At The Speed Of Film
02:18
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london my lovesong
that ever sings itself
what are my needs?
laptop
sketch pad
wheat field
she curve
nothing else a fret for
plastic howl of
grave-bright stars
twin trees carve
their velveteen
gimme stub and soil
peroxide time
your chic
eighteen hole shriek
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9. |
Her Is All
02:35
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her mass
her spin
her point
her pull
her burn
her fuse
her spike
her light
her arc
her surge
her tide
her turn
is all
her blood
her salt
her cell
her bone
her wave
her word
her grain
her set
her swoon
her breath
her rain
her thorn
is all
her glass
her rust
her dust
her chrome
her tower
down
her smoke
her steel
her gloss
her click
her now
her tight
is all
her ghost
her drift
her fossil
wild
her faery
fade
her grievous
light
her meat
her fold
her dear
remains
is all
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10. |
Cygnusolar
02:41
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epiphany come
epiphany go
i slap them
against the window
see which crack first
glass or dream
see how solid
each render reckons itself
-
by avebury stone
i drink myself blank
strand of all season
bleeding through
for solstice sun
for ancestor stain
for history come
i drink
-
sink your bone
your mother memory
either go away
or go all the way
bring the sun
miss speed miss delic
second of no
still of yes in motion
-
it's only
human pain
it's just
the stink of love
cygnusolar
stolen sun
shine
motherfucker shine
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mind on fire
a lattice of light
a seething blank
not that
not this
not then
I point to point
to teeming
nowhere
no mine
no lock
no reason
seed nihil nil
in mire of
even black stars have their season
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12. |
Where We Circle
02:30
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black dogs and mental pills
seasons in the sun
pentagram a gift of me
a zero on my tongue
silbury have a light for me?
got took away my moon
sea and tree are me i know
i quit that split too soon
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ma matter
give me moonmilk
hollow hill
faer melody
are no gods left
to hear me?
is pick and pit
all mere remain?
is upturned grove
all wait you?
-
hack pen
bled sound
strip moon
curves weight
drips word
drops field
grass rent
bass tripped
your slight
spent breath
uncount
dead stars
-
there is only
rap tap rap
racket of
ineffable
knocking on
your inoculated ear
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14. |
Her Constellation
03:35
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all matter is bones
of dead demons
every time has
already happened
all deed she do
is echo; aftershock
we are just
passing through
-
no breath of god
but us
we kiss against sidereal
couple in space of reason
which asterism
shape we?
what starllit stitch
through black grass?
-
i don't miss her
i miss myself
the once i was
she made me
slippery heat
of memory
electric din
of what we were
we feathered ghosts
how we moved
what binary spin
gave we
-
set to side
turned to drift
in search of
her constellation
sheared night
torn breath
taut hands
blush skin
no further words
are wanted
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Darren Francis London, UK
Writer and musician. Alice Dee, All Things Left On Earth, Belong, Left At The Luna Mansion, Open The Dog, Uforia, Future Ghosts, Skin, God Thing, Spell, Logos.
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nexus
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Free music by my band Logos.
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santa susana blues
by logos
The fourth album by my band Logos
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