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It’s structure is like marble,
a pale cool white-
her profile is magnificent,
majestic, regal, royal
but the teeth are crooked,
slanted, skew-wise, at all angles,
yellowed and malformed
and reeking of infection.
But the hair is golden
and full of curls and tresses
bronze luminescence-
on each truculent curve,
spider’s hair and tingling pubescence.
But amongst the crevasses are dripping
a vile decay-
moss-eaten fecundity,
malformations in regular ridges,
fangs of shadow-eaten gold.
But the eyes are beady and black-
as to whom they follow,
it can’t be estimated,
but that they glare magnificently in the moonlight.
But he is ever a sun
and she a moon-
but to him is the failing starlight
and to her the singular chasm.
And the fathoms of the deep
and a deep ray is permitted
and entrails snake through silver clouds
as writhing, we gnaw
on curvilinear foldings.
Between the gnashing of teeth
and in the crushing of teeth
as in her formative years-
amongst the writhing of snakes
and the persistence of tears
rises the terrible sun
with decaying luminescence
like a corpse in derelict heat
and breath of onions and earth
swallows the sky
and I.
lyrics by: mark fralick
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There she was
flowers were blooming
opening white petals to the sun
angels swooped down from the clouds
blowing golden trumpets
Though my eyes see nothing
my fingers see all
Though I cannot see you,
I can feel you
Oh yes,
I can reach inside
I can feel the curvature of your cerebral folding
Every furry crevasse,
Every furry nook
I am looking at you from the inside
Darkness is my light
and the minuscule is my landscape
I’ve been wandering for so many years
I’ve had ample time
Your moment is my eternity
How many ages have I waited?
You are but a babe in a gleaming egg of white
But I am the membrane…
What have you been feeding on?
I felt every bit of growth
I am the envelope
When will you see me?
When will you emerge?
When will you tear me to pieces?
Oh happy day
I give your Child a face
Eyes-
one to look outward
and one to look inward
Ears-
to hear the shuffling of angels
Taste-
for the sugar of blood
Smell-
for the stench of flowers
and Fingers-
with which, to feel
and there she was
and there she is
and there he was
and there he is
and there they are
and there they were
away, away
away
and there they were
away
There he was
flowers were blooming,
opening white petals to the sun
angels swooped down from the clouds
blowing golden trumpets
The sky was breathing
and the earth was shifting in its sleep
the baptismal pool was stagnant
and coated with slime-
but it was beautiful
The stones were shining
shining
shining
and there she was
in the hollow of the rock
and there she was
and there she is
and there he was
and there he is
and there they are
and there they were
away, away
away
and there they were
away
It’s always too late
in the world
It’s always too late
too late
I’ll meet you
I’ll meet you in the desert
where I’m still alive
Not here, where I’m
too late
lyrics by: mark fralick
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You’re my sweetie-pie
You’re my secret meat
I eat
I eat
I eat
Your flesh under my knife
my eyes are glowing red
I can feel your spurting blood
my childhood flashes before me
the smell of horses’ trough
the feel of fruited grain
The old wind blows through time
beneath my tired feet
I eat
My face is not yours
I am the end of time
it is time to feast
Your beauty rivals the sun
your bones are finer than ivory
and yet, I need, to eat
My fingers press my face
and dig into my skull
the horses run in herds
and trample all the weeds
have you seen my grave
among all the rotting horses?
I am floating
drifting in the waves
I have no more room for heaven
the screen is already hung
the ghosts of the dead
are rising up to feed
Those glowing roses
those eyes will suck you dry
I wish you would
your lips
your hips
your mouth like a vacuum
Infinite space
your face-
stars wide open
I could eat you forever
I am the sucking against your mouth
as you hold your tongue
I am the taste buds
and you are the poison
I, the serpent sting
you, the fluttering dove
breast red with longing
a new red wing
lyrics by: mark fralick
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Chapter Four / Reburial
09:06
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You recognize your face-
it’s the face of your father
The crack widens
as lips separate
Oh will you speak?
or will you gape?
or will something unexpected escape?
No stars shine inside
but there they are, glittering on the surface,
sparking effervescent sulfuring on neural nets
The world is everywhere,
oh yes-
even inside your head
And further back
and further back-
away
away, away
Through long tunnels (and winding, winding through forests,
down winding straws or beds of weeds, streams of kelp
through which the world is drunk or tentacles, flowing on and on,
away, away- caressing the surface inside and out,
astral, astrid and other, in streams and streams
every last drop and depths of depths, hollow within hollow,
Over and in, seed within seed, light within light,
over and out, babe within babe, spiraling and turning,
over and under, and inside and out laughing and luring)
Your face is so long ago-
it’s been there for aeons
without cracking a single smile
There it is, in the distance
throwing hieroglyphic symbols on vanishing walls
See how the window of the mouth
opens and shuts
as mountains roar and shudder
and see how the windows of the eyes flutter-
silhouetted fingers against the shadows of the earth-
eight-legged fingers
reaching into pockets,
reaching, searching
for you
Do they see you?
Will they find you, hidden amongst the weeds?
It seems they must (the fingers are so long, as rays of the sun)
But they shall not
I’ll remain silent (Around the bend a little farther,
and not all the thrashings a little father, I’ll wring your neck,
of your limbs, I’ll drink you through, I’ll make you a babe
nor the pounding of your heart
can cause me to utter in my belly, and wail through my mouth,
one commuting through intestinal subways,
single and uttering
word S.O.S.)
lyrics by: mark fralick
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Last words for the departed
empty-handed and broken-hearted
your love is forever past
your life forever gone
what once was is now no more
and dusk has replaced the dawn
Oh in dark caverns have we woven
rivulets of sorrow, pain, and regret
lost love, lost life
lost hope, lost chances
the guillotine of fate
is flecked with past romances
Oh to burrow in this blood-soaked earth
to feel the acrid sting
to ache with broken lungs
and mouth clogged with clay
to hand in our tickets
and through rolling windows
see the wolf howl in vain
as he falls behind in darkened thickets
I have ten tickets
as I have ten toes
as I have two feet
made for running
and should the coals run out
and the embers die
then burn up my feet
and if my feet stop running
then burn up my legs
and if my legs grind down
my cock should last a good while
and when that fails
my belly will churn
and when the churning is done
my lungs shall serve to fill the bellows
and when the bellows are full of burning flame
my heart should fuel the coals again
and when my heart has beat its last
the screaming of my voice should add a blast
and when my throat runs dry
I might cut through with intensity of eye
and when my eye goes dark
my brain should be enough to feed to feed the flame
with all its windings and bindings,
secret passages and hidden pockets
oh you would lick my mind
one thought at a time
and the light would invade
every furry crevasse, and every furry nook
And the light would be lost
in my curvilinear foldings-
an endless labyrinth
aeons would be spent in the exploration
of my serpent-addled brain
could even you escape?
I think not
and therefore I am not
and neither art thou
shall we spend eternity
in a parasitic dance?
my ventricles are as endless
as your tentacles
and I am in ecstasy
in the persuasiveness of your probings
and your are mad
with the intricacies of my windings
blood-plumes spread across universes
while the micro-universal entrails ring
Last words for the departed
lyrics by: mark fralick
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The snows are a chaos of indifference
And in the shadowy night sky flecks of dew and white
where quiet rules the night
if fire is quiet and if the quiet of fire gives birth to pyres
all over the city there is this
and love and arclights from above
In doorways I watch you kneel
where god once was we now are
and what's warm is what's good
and you are filled with a hunger for release
and all over the city there is a hunger for defeat
and love and the arclights from above
we are so in love
so in love
Lyrics by Eugene S. Robinson (CFY Music/BMI)
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I can smell the scent of blood
nothing is as nothing does
what comes in leaks out again
and so the snake of time begins
I can smell her sweet perfume
I can taste her on my lips
with the poison of the sun
the mutilation of the moon
Nothing is speaking now
in words of silence
collapsing into space
a singularity
The web of the spider
the shell of the cocoon
the sinking in of teeth
the mutilation of the moon
lyrics by: mark fralick
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