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Misses Pieces​/​I Ruin

from Smell the Sun by The Good Hard

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u noe wut peace is,
misses pieces?
the fallen marble head,
formerly deranged?
animals in edibles,
warmly estranged?
new metabolic modalities,
half out of range?
unstoried longings
held in throng,
u gotta let go to get along,
cuz when u imperil the folkloric glare
there’s just so much barely there.
like an underweight balloon
with a miraculous rack
mocking industrial lag,
yr not yr mom cuz yr camera’s yr dad.
this is the world that men commit
n yr disastrously unfinisht business,
a healthy, assenting resistance
to the perfect outfit
of california lighting tools
packaged in resizable
amateur overpaid ridicule.
duzn’t the lexicon machine
streaming between yr legs
how the psychotropic sexy
bums but never begs
show desire is running
out of ideas because
they’re on fire?
yr so hot u’ll burn hell,
that blushing pit wer men
who know thr mutations
sicken children
go to cry n shoot thr colonel,
but this never wanting to figure
into wut yr figure’s about
is hard to figure out,
even for u, but nobody gets
wut u do, tho we apparently
all die from it.
sampled applause, cue moebius clit.
that elegant shamble
of an unsold pose
fills yr fighting lens
with the transparent crowd
who feel yr not that pretty
til u get yr nose
ground in the shitty
scramble of creep n cleanse.
if only we cd open our hearts
to yr transient keepsake
without first stuffing them
with our second birthday cakes.
staring as if newly washed ashore
from a biological clock fail,
the humble agrarian
in yr boring cocktail
gives u the shrugs
so spacious u look like
a rising star on outdated drugs.
other girls have better everything
except a sadder way of noticing.
u’ve touched yrself up
into the impatient iconic:
how will u ever get representation
if u hate captivity
in the constant topic?
ain’t it just like snow white
to weigh dicks
wen all they’re doin
is tryin to dump thr diet?
part fondle, part frisk,
like a dreidel that won’t drop
until it’s gelt,
yr so wut’s that word?
as the snake sed to the bird:
i’m groping for
a more grounded spot
wence i can peel
myself open
n reveal the frenetic
in my system
whose aesthetic is best
described as not.
privacy is invasion
so yr an absence artist.
i shall call yr
unreachable raw materials
perfection, that super social
sardonic brand
with periodic bouts of
torture via reflection
on demand. so welcome
to the nature center,
misses pieces. please
germinate alone
with the curator
of unmastered releases
that u own our unknown.

i ruin the party i run
i reach for u simply to stun
i live for the caring i shun
i ruin the party i run

i squander the wonder i won
i don't taste the doom til i'm dun
i’d kill to weigh in at a ton
i squander the wonder i won

suppuration intubation
arrogation population

castellation liberation
ostentation occupation

extirpation veneration
desecration renovation

spiflication simulation
vegetation tenebration

lamentation germination
generation live cremation

wen will this be home?

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from Smell the Sun, released March 23, 2015

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