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In the kitchen there is a knife
Probably should go hungry tonight
I know where it's kept
I know where it's kept
I saw red lines hide so quietly
within the surface of
your skin like leaves pressed so patiently
between the pages of
a book you found in hell.
I realize I’m unwell.
Open your wrists in the river
and your blood migrates from you
like a cosmic murmuration -
there’s no design in this,
slowly erode.
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Towards Eternity
05:47
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There are dead
still left to bury
out there in the field
Beneath a rotting
moon, a whisper of mist
from the nostrils of wolves
I can see one shuffle as it limps
its body upward in the uncertain
light of the night from my place on the road
I have this final bullet left to load.
I won’t turn away
I will watch it as it comes
so slowly here towards me
at long last
I open my arms
and I mark this the place
where I met it, here, myself
There is no one else.
There, a highway
with the smell of burning flesh,
the sound of pounding drums
A car raced forward
screaming towards eternity
A boy raced forward
screaming towards eternity
There, towards,
to war
.
A field of grass,
and a frightened doe
who through the leaves and smoke,
it watched as I
knelt and lowered my hand
silent, final, and pure
and towards a lake of fire,
with a touch of my finger
the surface suddenly,
it turned itself to ice.
There are dead still left to bury.
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B u l l s h i t
03:07
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Realize the world
does not revolve,
constantly dedicate
itself to you.
People have lives
so far removed
from all the bullshit
inside of you.
Beat the dead horse
to a pulp,
harvest the glue,
weaponize
and I will watch the light
leave your eyes,
falling out of love
in disguise.
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Like Stardust
05:28
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I wonder if I walked into the way of a car
I would soar for a distance
like a wild fist in the air
or roll over the hood
spinning and flailing,
cracking the windshield in the process,
hammering my skull into the pavement.
I hope that I would have time to realize
what was happening but then be without
pain once it was all over.
Most of all I hope that when they pull me up
from the cement that the glass and dirt
in my hair would look like stardust in the sun.
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5. |
Play the Victim
05:48
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Selfishly
I wished
on every eyelash
and as they
danced there
from off your finger
I broke every promise
I’m crushed under the weight
With every mistake
A matador, a bull
shit take
you pass
as empath’s gospel
It’d be great
to just stop,
this isn’t normal
I just play the victim
I’m crushed under the weight
as I hesitate
We knew we’d have trouble
I swear I’ll fix it
Just let me fix it
Neon that reads alteration
Sugar from a pixie stick
And wiping my chin in the moonlight
I think I’m gonna be sick
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Andy Klingensmith Chicago, Illinois
Multi-disciplinary artist concerned with place, pace, and tape since January 2020.
The center is always open.
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