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Monstrous Humanoid
02:43
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Talon earrings and precision scowl
Spiky Doc Martens and a false conclusion
One of these days I’m gonna tear your throat out
One of these days I’m gonna be reported
But until that time, my activity
Involves hostility tempered with acidity
Don’t go until you understand my identity
I forget myself when I listen to true crime
Bottle of Riesling and a bubbling tub
Vanilla candles and a podcast player
Scrub away depression under the suds
While I listen to the story of a co-ed slayer
But don’t think I’m going to render you vicious
Just because of the background to washing the dishes
Don’t go until you know it’s not a sickness
I forget myself when I listen to true crime
There’s a world inside my head where villains are thwarted
Where the victims of sadists don’t go unremembered
It’s reductive to say a human is a monster
Because to slay the monster you have to know the man
I forget myself when I listen to true crime
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Sin-Eater
06:35
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Drink deep of this cup at the altar
Lighten the burden and sorrow of others
Be blessed by this heart-scalding poison
Be blessed by this sharing of grief
And here at your side, I will paint with the essence
Of all the wraiths that shadow your soul
Depressed and possessed by the holes in the photographs
You will not be left alone
You will not be left behind
I will not abandon you
This garden grows darker with each year
Planting more candles for ghosts in the greenery
Be blessed by the serpent around your heart
Be blessed by the touch of the spectres
And here at your side, I will breathe in the absence;
The gravestone and lily and ash all entwined
Consumed by the fires, reflecting the radiance
You will not be left alone
You will not be left behind
I will not abandon you.
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Chandelier Cafe
04:46
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The ghost of a filament
Burns brighter than a lighthouse
On the shores of her memory’s dissonance
The whitest twining lightning
In the night-time, like a revenant
Reminds her, for a moment, of a morning
And the Chandelier Cafe
Full of pancakes and oranges
And the handsome, smiling waiter
Looked her straight in the eyes and asked,
“Is there anything more that I can do?”
Like the faucet on a fountain
Dries up without a wellspring,
The images fall from her thirsting eyes
So this modern Lady Greely,
Questing for a cabaret,
Sets off through an unrepentant blizzard
And the Chandelier Cafe
Full of red wine and spaghetti
And the beautiful, blond waitress
Will look her straight in the eyes and ask,
“Is there anything more that I can do?”
Scent of black, bitter coffee
Curls like a smoky sentinel
Beneath the glow of incandescent lights
Tables gouged and pockmarked
With the shades of forks and knives
She feels a phantom presence at her side
And the Chandelier Cafe
Full of shadows and their whispers
And the warm-hearted young lady
Lays a hand upon her hand and asks,
“Is there anything more that I can do?”
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Free & Hidden
02:40
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The carpet lines a grid
The mirror notes the space between
And limbs move as they're bid
Inside a shell
The mind and soul will swim unseen
And inward dwell
The heart's own cell
I and the mask dance free and hidden
Inhibitions gilt and laden
Shadows broaden, feet are leaden
I and the mask dance free and hidden
Breathe and set the body
The bones a-glimmer in their veil
Slip from skin so tawdry
And then dissolve
From human form so meek and frail
And be absolved
And be resolved
I and the mask dance free and hidden
Inhibitions overridden
Shadows lighten, hands are open
I and the mask dance free and hidden
The lips a black and winding line
Unbound
Unfound
Soul and shell align
I and the mask dance free and hidden
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Petronilla
04:02
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Gather herbs and place them on my pyre
Rosemary and lilies all afire
Clever cats and warty toads
Sable ravens, wooly goats
Add their august voices to the choir
And I'll not wait, but you should listen
Above the roaring flame
I held my tongue until it was stolen
And twisted to ash on my teeth
Dance on down the trail to the crossroads
And praise the spirits in their green abodes
Slap nettles to your skin and bleed
Into the grass and dust and weeds
Sate your greed with nature's dark bestowal
And I'll not wait, but you should listen
Above the whistling breeze
I wept for mercy and watched the horizon
For sails that failed to appear
Appeal and plead to the hearts of the soulless
Confess to all their lies and rattle, restless
With your chains and absent mistress
Pulling taut and growing distant
Breathe in until they feed you to the skies
And I'll not wait, but you should listen
Above the crackling coals
With dew on the trees all a-glisten
And sun shining bright on my bones
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John Dingo Williamsburg, Iowa
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