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Interlocutor
02:41
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It’s all small talk, it’s all small talk
Nothing changes unless it’s inside
latch onto the real
a harbinger’s haggard call
To destroy the destroyer
He’s churning incessantly still
How you, the deplorable, rear your ugly heads
Ignoring the end
An omnipresent erasure of a faction of slaves
By the no-nonsense no-face of capital
Come to be stuck like pigs
& I’m struck by the salt in the air
And the warmth of the humming tune
I don’t recognise your face anymore
I can’t picture your face from ashore
I guess I’m laughing
I guess I’m just laughing at it all
No more searching for meaning in nothing
There’s no meaning at all
Two ravens are perched outside the bar
One cries out in a blood curdling screech
Pestilence grinning from underneath it’s beak
Now it just stares at me, and I wade
Past function fallacy and purpose
suck back a cigarette
while listening to the nonsense
of the no-body do nothing
Who falls into line,
and wanders at night
wondering why
Truth is a hue from waste
And I’m petrified
to see the future graced
And I decided not
And I decided not
And I decided
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Jockies
02:46
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A gaggle of lounge lizards peer over ominously
You are the spectacle; once over for deformities
Reach inside until a handful of secrets destroys you
Or at least opens up a wound
Colicky men dispossessed from blood sport
wielding jutting leers
just desperate to unfurl
To controvert their state of waste
To feel something more, something worthwhile and whole
“isn’t it grand to watch the jockies fumble
Running in circles round the mud oval
HA!” He remarks as he watches them fall
I won’t be bothered by there being no future at all
I grow tired of the songbird who looms overhead
In the cherry tree outside my rented flat
Whispering sweet nothings of impending calamity
I am happy undying in the grips of wanting
Perceived control unabashedly removing its hands
from the wheel as if to let you in on the secret
Ignorant or indignant the effect is such the same
It’s the one that maims then heals
It’s the one that heals then maims
“isn’t it grand to watch the jockies fumble
Running in circles round the mud oval
HA!” He remarks as he watches them fall
I won’t be bothered by there being no future at all
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