The Glass Spire

-Lo
Catch here — the valley
nadir where — creeping
things rest — this day long
— for they know — oh —
this sweetened water —
this honey’d grass —
shall draw us e’er deeper —
‘till teeth scrape our
necks.
 
-Where we stood
not i — i say — not i
still it lessens not — gap of words
unsaid which — festers
— still it remains wrong does it not (
i was at fault, was this not the
case?)
and you wonder here where those
two minds linger — oh
shall i let it stand better
much alone (it is it is it)
— or fix theses
edges made jagged?

no, no hair not between these fingers
roll
but wrong to ever
;come now
please do
still
smile for
yourself
 
-That Corporate Boot

stand jack - polish that
shine - get that rifle ready
for that citizen rise —
the tax’ll be the
food you’re chewing -
‘corse you can - buy it
back for that premium
dime —
enough gold - in palm -
and you’ll not
see the blood.
 
-SkippTrack
Half-upturn pieces of what — they
promise
oh — can fingers really cut
the Earth or are those —
scars resting eternal
from that play-back — oh
what’s it mean to placefaith
when her words rhyme?
Yeah — yeah
tap that ;
Track
now they say we can
make change
but the dollar’s always
short and the words they’re
speakin all — ring same
— oh are we sure
that this record has One
more — trrack
because I heard this
beat before back in nineteen
forty four —
yeah the rifles
might be changed
but that wall is still
cutting our throat
an—d we’re still
afraid —
skip ) beat
‘cause it ain’t never
(going to change
less we break the
play(er)
and let them
— scars and —
set the beat to that
rah-tah-tah-ah
oh — oh
it ain’t n(ever;
 
- Masque
Sway — ‘neath the
vaulted ceilings of this
holy throne — lo they of means
shall drink spiced wines and feast
upon suckling boar while —
those of want struggle for
air
— know they this
between them miasma creeps —
vapors of their lips
for it cares not
distinction
 
-::read
The government — fucked
up now a — generation is finding
peace — in a bottle’s bottom and a
needle’s tip —
Oh
fuck now these children ain’t
never going to meet
mom or dad
and fuck the cops are twitching
for that trigger-pull
tag on the toe
don’t go telling
the widow
 
-/:/brite
it aint that we/re finding
truth ever were
something we {could} be
trusting though that was before
they choked us with gas
//laughed as we bled//
the old are dying
and the young cant afford
the insulin for their food

no cant p\\play that bac//ck
 
-Eschew
spun through lips
of — sweeten’d breath
o’ the king shall rest upon
that gilded throne — think
not of those who rot in the fields
or those — in the alleyways who
gasp
o’ winter comes
winter comes
winter —
to bury us —
 
-::reach
s/he reeach\d ((out
an-d her fin(ge)r trac/ed my
- spiine- oh
i ((an’t tAke thi}s
<<like the buzzing of crows>>
l(e(t me
kiss::your
h/and
in::debted to yo(ur
(
 
-Apnea
Summer’s breeze shall
honey’d locks stir
and - sway the fabric
of her skirt
oh
[baby don’t sleep]
[baby don’t sleep too much]
[baby don’t sleep]
[baby don’t sleep too much]
[baby don’t sleep]
[baby don’t sleep too much]
[baby don’t
 
-Shu:dd:er
old/wood cri/ks with-falling
f:ee:t - <<st(illness) in /air
(no)
f:ee:l t(he) slimy-cold
on sk>>in -
oh oh {oh?}
iF y(our) foot - is sti:ll:
then [wh]a[t]
c-rr-eks ab/ove
st-ep d:ee:per
or
Run
<<?>>
 
-Ever there be
oh you - e’er in that
trembling dark - alone
as what feels real -
crumbles underfoot -
oh - take my
hand
and - together
together until the dark
burns bright
- together
‘till you can stand
oh - together, we can be -
 
-lift
together,together
break this ground -
we - the children
- of what we owe
together,together
grind this - earth
upon our shoulders
can you hear - the
widow’s tune?
together,together
these cold waters
- flow - here the boss
mans coming to
collect that crumpled
dollar -
together,together
hear - our voice now
in the air -
oh - the widow with
the battered rifle -
and the dirt ‘neath
her nails -
together,together
this town - it is our
sanctum - though these
homes we shall never own
and they say -
the boss mans hidin’
- from us
together,together
 
-String
Tie my fingers with - ribbons
- and let me trace -the
curve - oh close my eyes -
draw the bandana
tight - so I might feel
breath against
the skin - of my neck

seal my lips with -
wax - so I might
not
ruin -
 
-Space
the trees - the trees -
oh into the forest -
the huntress went, on her
Hip - the battered axe, and upon her
shoulder - her
grandfather’s steel -
oh - those foreign boys
on the word - of another
King - stalk her woods
oh, but that trigger -
asks only a -
Touch
 
-Place
hang that locket
on his - breast - and hold
that picture in the - cold
of night -
a yard - a yard, oh they gained -
a yard - further from
the warmth of
the hearth - and a belly
filled with rabbit -
or perhaps
an - oblivious deer.

The - jading crow -
in juniper rests
 
-Star
the old men - cradle their
rifles - and stare into the
night
they murmur - the witch
the witch
- send the green
ones - to watch the dark
‘fore every night
this - her price
for our trespass -
in these trees
should you - hear
the crunch of
twigs
run - to camp
run to - camp
for - the witch has your scent.

and if you hear -
a woman’s hum
-breathe not
 
-Retrospect
It’s about — community
yeah — this space has
no walls, but a v-oice // that
we — speak and
shape (oh)

::or maybe it is sand ever running between fingers yet never something to catch until it’s shape pools at your knees::

Perhaps — per/haps
thoughts race
away —
 
-smile
She upon the - mountain
pass - skin as
moonlit snow - spoke -
as if the wind - howl’d not
and carved not - heat
from bone

My name - she wanted - yet I
said not for - my
tongue had still’d
and the
ice -
chill’d my
soul.
 
-Hour of
the Wolf with
mud eyes and
teeth white as cracked
bone
skulked after the woman
with the cloak red as deep
old blood
did he know?
O, he hungered, but did
he know?
her lover, a huntress fair,
knows this trail

and her axe, ah,
ne’er will the townsfolk hear
His
Scream
 
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