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Get Me a Ladder
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Get me a ladder
Get me a ladder
I'm trying to change this lightbulb.
Get me a lightbulb
Get me a lightbulb
I'm standing on this ladder.
Sparks are flyin
on an eyelid styin.
Better hand me a
flashlight.
The battery's dyin
The battery's dyin
Now the battery's dead.
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Plane Crash People
02:52
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Lamented space between rescinded.
Gravity renders many to one
like the guts of a pie
brought together in a simmer.
Death puts you inside of me inside of you
inside of someone else.
Beef meet ham meet bird meet fish
pre-devoured on the dish.
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Body parts in birdbaths…
All over town they’re finding
body parts in birdbaths
while sparrows bathe and sing in their own shit.
Body parts in birdbaths…
Call the police, there’s something
bloody in the bird bath
reminding me that I am only meat.
Torso slices, fingers, toes
moderate interest from the crows
but a red red robin doesn’t know
an acorn from a severed nose.
Everybody wonders
if the pieces come together
to make
a single guy.
Everybody wonders
if the pieces come together
to make a single guy.
He’d have a heck of a story to tell.
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Gangrenous Nebula
02:20
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Pandemonium green
the gangrenous nebula…
I saw a sign through the cloud:
“No picknicking dogs allowed!”
Was I proud?
These numbers on my arm
add up to nothing.
Old man shouts at cocoa:
“you listen to this, Swiss miss.”
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The man who invented ketchup.
He spent his life in a tomato mine.
He would come up every day with paste on his face
that he'd wash off with vinegared wine.
The man who invented ketchup
lived in a house made of mustard seed.
He had a pickle for a nose and wore lettuce for clothes
but he was just like you and me.
The man who invented ketchup...
I bet you think that his name was Heinz.
But he was just a guy who made sandwiches
from stuff that he found on his face.
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Girl, Go Forth!
01:50
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All at once, the ear was clean.
The wax flew out in shards.
Your dizziness, a standing proof,
of how you blew too hard.
Girl, go forth into the light
your dad and son have let in.
Make a list of what you’ve got
and what you’ll soon be getting.
The state once took your pens away.
Now God has tamped your flow.
You once wrote poetry in blood.
We know, we know, we know.
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A Seed is Scurrilous
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A seed is scurrilous
a hobo hanging in the wind,
friend of detritus, her beloved dust.
Divine caprice dictates
destination: some hole in the ground.
"Look at me," she says. "I am life."
"I told you so."
I took a bath and went to bed in a bowtie
in a brothel in Bedford Stuy.
I was calm with calamity close by
my callosum calcified.
Turn your back on sodomy
and turn your front to me.
Turn your back on sodomy
and turn your front to me.
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Hats off to William Frawley
sometimes it hurts to be Fred Mertz.
Conniving Ethel begs to bleed
Lucy, Ricky and little Ricky
quarterdrawn by the quarter dozen.
A baboon screams
in babaloo dreams.
A gibbon gives up.
A chimpan sneezes.
Hats off to William Frawley
holding off the Vivian’s advance.
Vaudeville calls.
The hearbeat stalls.
Carpets fall from the sky.
And we are truly stranded
landlords duly branded.
623 East 68th Street
exists on no map.
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We the ill are not so well.
Can't you smell the way we feel?
No pills or medical derring do
will make us feel the way you do.
and we are coming
coming coming coming
and we are coming
for you.
I’m pissing out my urethral scabs.
I’m pissing out my urethral scabs.
I’m pissing out my urethral scabs.
I’m pissing out my urethral scabs.
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Testosterone as Poison?
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Testosterone as poison?
Baby you don't know the half
you don't know the one twenty seventh (of)
27 cocktail forks into the walnut
in the purgatory of closetry.
And yes we fought ALL wars in honor of the womb
wounded for the womb, bled dry through and from.
Friars! Into the fryer!
Like firemen into a fire.
Note for note, measure for measure
Moses and Rommel in the desert.
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Throat Wound
04:33
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Eucharist v. Leukemia
04:08
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The monsters dance
from monstrance to microscope.
Marigolds bloom
from the martyr’s torso.
Crude oil crucified
the coalminer’s daughter.
Now what you gonna do
when the eyes of the Son stare into you?
Leukemia
v. Eucharist.
Eucharist v.
Leukemia.
Incontinence redefines
itself as brown lactation.
Your body, your self,
His body your salvation.
Footbath in a broth
of melted Easter Candy
chocolate mint so cool and sweet
on skin.
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Things
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Things
have crawled out of the mattress.
Things
are dining in the sheets.
Things
are gonna change forever.
Things
will never be the same.
All is sorrrow.
Most is sorrow.
Much is sorrow.
Some...
All is joy.
Most is joy.
Much is joy
and sorrow.
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David E. Williams Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
DAVID E. WILLIAMS has released 9 albums of demented chamber pop over 3 decades, but he has also collaborated with many other artists, including Rozz Williams (Christian Death) and Deathpile (on the classic GR). He was a fulltime member of The Muskets and Destroying Angel, as well as the subject of two tribute albums, THE APPEAL OF DISCARDED ORTHODOXY and WOMEN SING WILLIAMS. ... more
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