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Shadowlands
Another letter
came through the slot today.
Another face
pushing you to participate.
Mirrors don’t seem
to recognize your face.
Wind blows
all the colors away.
Sleep all day
with the covers pulled above your head.
Another day is done long before it has
begun.
Look down
towards the chilly sea,
past the concrete ledge.
Hold on.
Hold on to the tattered, rainy edge.
Criss crossing avenues,
fondling your heart-shaped bruise.
Hold on.
Hold on when the dark things come to roost.
Hold on.
Hold on when the dark things come to roost.
Copyright Jared Louche, London, 2019
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Showtime
02:47
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Showtime
Meet.
Greet
Take
Keep
Wine
Dine
Bind
Hide
Feed them
Bleed them
Hurt them
Need them
It’s showtime
Feed them
Bleed them
Hurt them
Need them
It’s showtime
Stroke
Choke
Tease
Freeze
Showtime
Feed them
Bleed them
Hurt them
Need them
It’s showtime
Words copyright A-Rex London 2019
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Tail Lights Fading
Ticking river runs through me,
a silent hand
pushing at my back,
urging,
insisting and
bending my spine
towards the sign of the
signaling flash.
Tail lights fading up ahead.
Last sigh comes round to first breath.
One eye
closes on the day.
One eye
opens in the stars.
I left the window open last night
and the darkness flowed inside.
A river running through me,
running through your head.
A river running thread
pools around your head.
(.. pulls right through our heads ..)
The river
rolls through us unending.
Takes Supple, gives Wrinkle.
Gives Cackle, steals Giggle ..
while you head’s resting on the pillow.
Gives Light, takes Color,
takes hair and some teeth.
Tugging loose to the hungry current.
Everything turns to something else,
and muscle and bone
feed into what must come next.
A river running through me,
running through your head.
A river running thread
pools around your head.
(a river of neon nights and gutter lights, train tracks and plane flights .. a river of crow-black sky, and time rivers on, leaving us dry, dust in our mouths, caverns echoing distant voices.)
Copyright Jared Louche, London, 2019
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Deletion Complete
I ask myself almost every single day
how they always seem to get away
with what they do
and even what they say
I don’t like it
And we are all to blame
for what they do
It’s us who have allowed them
to get through
Our world is ruled
by just a very few
I don’t like it
I see your face
And then I don’t
Where have you gone
God only knows
I search for you
where you used to be
But you’re not there
It’s like you’re on delete
Indifference
to the people they maim
psychopaths still
rule us all the same
Separatism is
how they play their game
I don’t like it
I see your face
And then I don’t
Where have you gone
God only knows
I search for you
where you used to be
But you’re not there
It’s like you’re on delete
Words copyright Jennie Matthias London 2019
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Things Said And Done (snake lies)
I hear you whisper thru the waves.
Lift the mask up off your face.
Plague fires burning start to rage.
Yellow eye in hungry night,
a flicker sharp in flashing light,
coming close, the needled maw.
From beneath and from above,
coil jewel serpent sun,
coming close with open-jaws.
(we've come to set your house on fire)
These cigarettes won't smoke themselves.
Bottle stuck up on a shelf, and
your edge don't sharpen very well.
Don't listen to him because
Snake is a Liar.
(he's here)
Dead eye empty gazing up,
razor bleak and talon sunk.
Eyes alight in fire glow.
Inky wing or maggot stink,
black shadow crucifix.
Eyes alight as fires grow.
Don't listen to him because
Snake is a Liar.
Copyright Jared Louche, London, 2019
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Crash Through Bone
02:31
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HAZMAT
This is the trip from which there is no coming back.
Passing from stations to stages, from the light to the black.
There’s no coming back.
Crossing the tracks and the hum of electroclack distracting us,
our brains addled from too much Omnicore and Radiation.
We’ve lost our way, we’ve lost our station,
across the nation there’s the sound of
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fascination.
We run through the forests of light, beams crashing at our feet,
leaving behind the bodies and the dreams
on tattered streets.
I am Diseased
and so I’m beautiful.
Watch me burn.
Bending light and looping sound.
Speeding up and slowing down.
(Pushing a shard of light beneath our skins,
a cylinder, a jack, a triple-point pin,
While the Ladies Of Machinery lead us on through blinking nights of golden dreams)
Copyright Jared Louche, 2019
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SKIN JOB
(this is not my skin, love the skin, gotta get out and let it in)
Black shines the heat.
Mutating beast.
Their god has two faces but Mine has none.
Blank is the face
that's turned away.
This god has no room now for what we have become.
I see your face
flash thru the waves
becoming sharper all the time.
I hear your voice
thru static noise
becoming clearer all the time.
Gotta shake the scream,
lock on the beam,
time to become the thing of your dreams.
Got to love the skin.
Gotta love the skin you're in.
Out of this furnace and the Cradle of Bones.
Driving from the middle out into the Unknown.
Never got an answer now they're walking alone.
No wonder they believe in the simplicity of higher beings.
My god's vibration.
Got to love the skin.
Gotta love the skin you're in.
Copyright Jared Louche, London, 2019
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Collapsing Lives
I’m hearing whispers down the hall
I cannot make sense of it all
Is that the sound
is that the sound
of collapsing lives
Is that a scream?
Is that a scream?
Is that just me?
Words Sapphira Vee copyright London 2019
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10. |
Safe House
04:11
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Don't shake me down
Don't shake me down
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Vital Signs
02:53
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Black Dog (inside the hound)
Black dogs red eyed howl ..
brawling in the hall.
I’m splayed out, my cover wide and ripped-back pages.
Sweating naked in the bed,
Jesus nailed feet and Rimbaud's head.
The glass from window .... shatters.
Street light casts its pall across me.
Ribs are hidden, jaws precision.
The light that gave now too must leave.
And a lo-light yellow lamps hang down,
the jagged roofs, the city's broke-back crooked crown,
where the shadows ripple ripe and ink pours round ..
and dawn is nowhere to be found.
The light that gave now too must leave.
Copyright Jared Louche, London, 2019
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Roberto Soave (Associates/ Presence)
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