Behind the Curtain do you believe five soldyeres cutting the hot lip's wax? the deep blue is still cold as they smoke and some wear turtle shells for luck. is it not so the sun can say ahhh so come on open up with your beautiful sides with the modernism of a choir of anvils i hear the siren ring: up, up to the fire my tail flies with me like a horse who, from the air, was always in control, but her fluttering nerves outflung me! there's always the slipper to kick, like those students who pick a fight. as for what we ate, was it tasty? and if the press is us, can it harm beauty? the rat who says he is a weasel-man, how much we have in common. but off to the lobby we know about how the first tower fell. ‘we shall meet for the years to come,’ says kubrick, white as he's always been dear lord, let him not play chase with his own heart, he won’t make it five ways to live: 1) stay in bed — it's a new day! 2) play possum and wonder who you are 3) the classic, within the painted desert shade, shade, wrap me up in the clouds crack with the same stillness the steel chicken uses, amen.
Soft Launch
This is track 11 from Soft Launch, 22 poems based on 22 music tracks each based on 22 loops of a single sample.