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Halnya Andri: Dead air on the weekends A ripchord cough, in fibanaci sequence Peaks of the coast, of a grievance Dolls, forgive my malfeasance Inpieces, cackling at doomed thesis Patterns of procrastination A dead arm, asleep at the wheel Try to not shudder, when I squeal Young meat, aged fine, I'm scoured veal Waiting for the skin to peel, ripped face Serving nothing, but bad taste It's a rat-race, wrangling the plague Soft landings, in a rapid haze What's left to betray? Decedant dissidents, New Year's Peers in retreat of a party pittance Swigging piss, unhinging all extremities Acquitted for murder, squirting a century Derelict duty, neglect for the remedy The outside eyes, tired face I pace here in place, can't make contact Shadowy faces of comrades My social life is combat, too brutally honest Modest with my wounds, bleeding out Retreating now, catch me in the fleeting crowd The only sound, I can compel is silence Delicate eyes and soft hands, weight on my iris But the only way to peace is violence Never find out what you could have They're plotting to fucking take it from you Lips of a goddess, in a folded tomb I came in aroused, but unamused Just another sentiment to use Another spark at the fuse, another fight to lose Stranger, what's it really mean to you? If the body keeps the score I'm counting quarters in the Magdalene Laundries Hoarders of uncomfortable fauna, distort her The world feels so naive and daunting Any wrong step, leads to a wedding or coffin Strip mining for minerals, liminal bondage Pining in the lips, of a crosshair Don't watch yourself, you'll get lost in Medina Strange Mecca's, paradise to hectic I heard they're cloning pets in Argentina, with chainsaws Strongarm dissidents, days is infinite Lithium mines, where a penny pinch can be deadly All the shopping malls empty, no one left to eat The silence is deafening The cocaine cut, with tears of crying infants Young arthritic hands, in the jungle The remnants, of moral fumble All I can remember is folly, the poppy flows From Kabul fallout, to the heart of Appalachia Smothered by smug laughter The Department of Interior, vain smut peddler's I fiddle with the notches and levers Whatever vain pacing, to keep me clever It's everything you should've down to dodge regression My face one with the sediment, switchblade FFS The streetlights, hiss: I can't hear the cicadas anymore My boundaries are spent, hop borders Just for my brain atrophied on the fence Quiet kept, two words left on the tape deck Just a message for the feds, Fuck you, all it said ITSD: Chown Vestas
 Burnside Couch Everett
 We buy cars next to the Best Western
 Cellular tower disappears in grey heavens Hearse rolls down winding hills past telephone poles Beginnings of a verse hits the frontal lobe Cold wind cuts through rolled down windows
 Broken foot billboard 1-800-ask-Gary
 Record store below somehow stands contrary 
Nary the twain shall meet Dead tooth fairy Cherry pits pepper the grass around headstones Giggles echo, the young pass by the old 
Rain falls through the cracks in a broken road Flows and beats mean 
 Beatings by NY, HK, and LAPD Seen on a low res twitch stream Outraged but sedentary Widow smirks at the cemetery Sediment figures riding dromedaries Settlements justified the badges count the beans Gagging on a gag order low poly abacus on the screen Solution to brutality comes in magazines We don’t care if you don’t agree See? The nation’s in its years of lead
 Fuhrman’s words animus in each MAWs head Raw at the end of the knuckles like I wished I said Bleached inside and out the textiles are fed
 With service weapons like newlyweds White yuppie in dreads insists his friend’s the exception Of asking bootlicking snakes I have no recollection Slam the brakes it’s interdiction on those handshakes Ok ok ok the KKK pad the ranks 
Elt swáy zel mazé Forty percent of their blood supply dried on the pavement