commanded from that most graceful rest... ...back to life it is chained to this earth its consequences and its rot the grave warden approaches trembling and presents the blade o, what precious agony to wield it once again beneath the weeping starlight... ...back to life a great commotion rides the westward wind the gnarled visage of the beast reflexes visibly twitching eastward snarling eastward and finally... ...moving eastward o! o! o! flora decaying beneath footfall... ...back to life

lie on the carpet at the apartment séance you're right on target i feel so guarded pray for me... danny's coming through and taking pictures of you (i wanna watch the tape fall out from the bottom of the camera) in stereo view, it's such a picture of you (yea, i wanna watch the tape fall out from the bottom of the camera) tape on the carpet snake in the garden wait for it pissing the carpet "you fucking varmint!" pray for me... danny's coming through, he's taking pictures of you (i wanna watch the tape fall out from the bottom of the camera) in stereo view, it's such a picture of you (yea, i wanna watch the tape fall out from the bottom of the camera) danny's coming through, he's taking pictures of you i wanna watch that tape fall out from the bottom of the camera in stereo view, it's such a picture of you i wanna watch

radio tower looming in the distance backlit by a meteor shower right hand gripping stick shift (grip it hard) radio power manipulates the misfits blooming into secret flowers then fading in an instant (like footprints in the sand) radio tower beckons in the distance compels you with mysterious power offers visions through imprint (through serpent's eyes) hour by hour erupting into bad fits and radiating radio power heathens cast out in an instant to the strange, forbidden land (laughter) radio tower moves with the horizon causes all who witness it to cower begging for the golden sun (to rise and kill the night) radio power manipulates the misfits blooming into secret flowers then fading in an instant, like footprints in the sand (laughter)

(desperate moaning)

cardinal strikes the screen door... ...bad omen tepid withdrawal of the sun signals a war of attrition, won where candelight stains the tacky silver frames from pier 1 imports sometimes, a home is like a grave... extended family wreaking havoc on a four-figure throw rug bodies warp into wild form to invoke familial love every discouraging embrace triscuits and whitefish on paper plates conversation pursued with haste i come here to see the children... ...those who can still be saved the uncle ghost, the red wine there is a soft light, just beneath skin, seeping out from the few of us still alive in this home, more like a grave... as we approach the horizon, it pulls in both directions we cannot say exactly what went wrong we just arrive and count the latent stars (someone needs a deep breath and some fresh air you need to calm down) few are aware as the crisis approaches... THEY TALK ABOUT MY SON LIKE HE'S NOT RIGHT THERE HE HAS DREAMS, VIVID DREAMS, OF THE PROSPECT INCOMPREHENSIBLE SPACIAL ILLOGIC THE TABLE COLLAPSES, THE WRAITH APPEARS THIN LIPS SERVE AS A VESSEL FOR THE VICIOUS OGRE'S SMILE SUDDEN CLARITY IS A GIFT

it's cool and painless in the city house fertile grounds for all my longing air conditioner ghosts come out i feel crazy and unwelcome and i'm apart from the sands of birth my better phoenix of the ocean its visage at the surface is beckoning fake wiccan social climbers don't seem aware of it all starving artists with no sense of humor all tactless boys nursing bohemians i think we should get up and leave the house to spite the cynical spirits keeping us down i'm still in love how the summer feels it's like the dolphins at the nude beach and secret paths sources say the heart of gold is beneath our feet, so let's take off our shoes and feel it right mother of the house of fiends (planting garlic in the carpet) animals come here to eat (planting carrots for the fences) humors transmute in our arcane hearts five years stronger, five years stranger we lay in bed for hours on end laughing at crazy sounding car horns we feel insane when the moon rises twice we unknowingly feed the sand flea hordes human flesh rolling super hard, getting lost in the stars, rediscovering constellations you save my life and think nothing of it we hold hands as it all collapses hopeless waiting room where i started to pray and when you saw me, you just lost it we're still in love as these bodies yield giving in to lurking sunsets, fade to black now i believe the heart of gold is beneath our feet we better take off our shoes and dance all night mother of the house of fiends (planting garlic in the carpet) animals come here to eat (planting carrots for the fences) mother of the house of fiends (gentle moths swarm in the porchlight) shows you wolves inside your dreams (keep the home, protect the children) as a new world dares to breathe (fox eyes dancing in the moonlight) rock and roll comes back to me (i feel it, even now, rising...)

we could not see the ocean, we could just hear its violence "brace yourself on the ballast!" towers at a distance, approaching fear of what rises from the water, while we are left to sink when you blow out the candle, there, and we walk away from your father... ...alone, he is childless we could not see the ocean, we could just feel its silence signs of Christ in the cabin diamonds at the surface, evoking bliss for what rises from the water and what is rising, still when you blow out the candle, there, and we walk away from your father... ...alone, he is childless

your metal glasses glass tincture metal rifle in my frail, glass hands i love you, sweetie, and tonight the veil is thin! metal music glass speakers metal subwoofer glass tweeters in the valley, all the violence of the sun yellow nectar from the arteries of red rock yellow music! red music! yellow music! red music! if you like, dear, here's to your fuck, dear yellow music! red music! yellow music! i know you're gonna do it... if you like, dear, here's to your fuck, dear metal claymore glass peepers trained on the alley brawlers surveilling tweakers i love you, sweetie tonight, the veil is thin! metal music glass speakers metal subwoofer glass tweeters in the valley, all the violence of god yellow fire blowing outward from a red bomb yellow music! red music! yellow music! red music! if you like, dear, here's to your fuck, dear yellow music! red music! yellow music! i know you're gonna do it... if you like, dear, here's to your fuck, dear if you like, dear, here's to you! oh... (i love you, sweetie!) i'm pushing all of my poker chips to the center of the table and that's because i just know you're going to deal me twenty-one and because you're so special :) mhm i'm smiling into the screen, can you see it? no? :\ that's okay, i'm going to... ...can you see it if i smile into the security camera? (oh, i love you, sweetie!) are you back there, somewhere? i'm... seeing you in your bathing suit and i love you i'm blowing kissies at the screen :* i'm saying (i love you, sweetie!) and i'm writing it on a paper... ...if you like!

(hark, hark, hark! o, ye lowly, ye scorned, ye abandoned be awoken and dare to bite the hand the hand that feeds the hand that should so subtly stir you the hand, the innate hand, which causes such a gentle stirring in this land beyond land sagging, ripe fruit straining tendons of causeways o! failing land! which should dare to crest the depths and breach the sky it is thee we call home and thy womb victim to our shameful abandonment thy womb persevering thy womb, profaned by miscarriage, which should carry a child, still thy womb, whose carried child shall be born redeemer, blasphemer!) when did I know? i knew the first time that i put on the mask felt good for the first time in a long time... ...felt like I had something to run from Jesus is the feeling when you’re walking right where you gotta be i’ve always known i’ve always known... ...one day, i would watch a human life dissolve before my very eyes, by my own hand feel the warm sand of a human spirit slip between my fingers, plummet straight to hell bye bye, baby (...our blasphemous redeemer! who shall be born of flesh gnawed by the earth that torn and chewed flesh that is like the cud of the earth thy child shall rise as the beast is risen and thy name, written countless yet never spoke, shall cross our lips for the first time! we, the abandoned, who inhabit this land of the abandoned the degenerated nursing light beer in this foul hall, where men spill their filth spilling beer, spilling guts filth amalgam, congealing as sap accursed due upon the wood vinyl a pox upon us all!) i’m the monster at the beginning of the book i’m a mass shooting at the crisis actors convention i’m a fetid, little tub of meat i’m the red leak i’m the big dripper

sufferin’ succotash what have we here? you’re lounging on the bed, in your and1 sweats, slurping pre-workout like it’s candy (your severed hand in a bath of ice preservation of refuse as if we could stitch it back, just right, when mickey mouse comes to the rescue) we spark a pre-roll to spite the abject cold of early january basking in the moody porchlight, or the sterile glow of latent Christmas decorations (open palm appearing just before the strike near-fatal blow to your temple when you approach the family, wearing all white, and expose yourself inside the temple) “it’s not slowcore revival just because you mixed the vocals like duster” “shouldn’t call it bedroom pop… it’s not popular” (your severed hand in a bath of ice preservation of refuse as if we could stitch it back, just right, when mickey mouse comes to the rescue) “...did I mention I saw your brother? he was at the buffalo wild wings, wearing his fatigues his girlfriend was there, too she was in her ed hardies” (open palm appearing just before the strike near-fatal blow to your temple when you approach the family, wearing all white, and expose yourself inside the temple) with all the fury of a husband scorned, he groaned: “back when men were bridge builders women, shrieking oracles before diagnoses like fibromyalgia…” (your severed hand in a bath of ice preservation of refuse as if we could stitch it back, just right, when mickey mouse comes to the rescue) “no, i’m not saying that, i’m not saying that, i’m not… it’s just… everyday, i wake up, and i bite the hand…” (...the open palm appearing just before the strike near-fatal blow to your temple when you approach the family, wearing all white, and expose yourself inside the temple) “no, you're not listening! i’m not saying that, i’m not saying that, i’m not saying… o, ye lowly, ye scorned, ye abandoned… RISE AND RETURN! RISE AND RETURN! RISE AND RETURN! THE SAGGING RIPE FRUIT OF THE MOTHERLAND BECKONS YE, DEMANDS YE... ...EVERYDAY, I WAKE UP AND I BITE THE HAND THE HAND THAT FEEDS EVERYDAY, I WAKE UP AND I BITE THE HAND I LIVE IN FUCKING DISNEYLAND!" “Huh... yeah... that’s a pretty badass purple heart… anyway… ...enjoy your discounted chicken wings”