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Daddy donned a cravat and a cape and a wig
and hunched in a Dracula pose
but what frightened us more than his Vampyrie
were the booger men flying out of his nose.
And mommy put a Jack-O-Lantern
on the lid of her iron lung;
the plastic fangs we gave her interfered with her breathing
but she wore them anyway to satisfy her young.
And sister was an angel
from heaven out on loan
halo, painted foil
on a ring of styrofoam.
When Mommy told her Jesus
didn't love her anymore
she left a scarlet puddle
of sorrow on the floor.
And I won't be killed by memories
of nights I bled and mounted.
Everyday another egg
whose cracks I haven't counted.
And my heart is another tumor
and my sister is in Hell
and a new god spoke to me today
and the meat is starting to smell.
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Someday
I will live my life as a horse
no marriage or divorce
just a bed of hay
that doubles as a place to play
or a meal
or the basis of a meal
like lettuce in a salad.
Someday
I will live my life as a stone
not a man of styrofoam.
Smaller pebbles and the dirt will be
my only friends.
In the weeds
we will ponder greater deeds.
We will prove that granite bleeds.
I went outside looking for air.
There was no air to be found.
I had a wad of gum in my hair
fading from pink to brown.
Someday
I will end my life as a corpse
with a smile on, of course
having lived a life that radiates
through lives not lived as well
no clothes on me in the casket
they will call it the naked funeral.
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The toys in the playroom
are covered with hair.
The boys and girls from oncology
were in there.
But here's a clean dolly
for your girlish needs
as you frolic to slumber
intravenously.
Father, Doctor, Plumber, Priest!
Surgery, the sweetest intimacy.
Oh, abdomen of love
that I sew shut
round the rogue appendage
snug in clutch.
I'm the operator in the operating room,
only me and you and the coldness I bring
to the warmth
of the inside of you,
to the mouth of the angel
that lives in you.
And every night I dream
of a blissful eternity
amid sterility
and sterling cutlery.
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Oh, Renee,
don't be afraid.
I'm a doctor,
but I'm also your auntie.
And the Teddy Bear goes deep inside
to find your pain with his robot eye.
Mommy's brought you in
three times in this month alone.
Have a lollipop
while I see just what's been done now.
Oh, Lord, the things I find in there:
bottle caps and a Popsicle stick. . .
Maybe I should tell someone. . .
make a report or something.
But you're my brother's daughter.
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It's a patch of fog in purgatory.
It's the tired epilogue of a tragic story.
It's the afterward and the denoument.
It's the index and the codex and the coup de grace.
I was fenestrated
that's right, thrown into a window
up from the street
and into a mouth
with someone else's teeth.
It's the Sandy Claws of the Easter Fairy.
It's an ice cream cone that falls in a cemetery.
It's c'est La Vie and c'est La Guerre.
Es lebe Deutschland and God bless Amer.
They devoured him like food
inside of a toy.
Spirits atrophy
for the daddy of this house
who's mother of his own catastrophe
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Summer wasn’t made for you and me
with its screaming children and the heat’s obscenity
and all the stupid palefaces from town
ridiculously fashionably brown.
Was summer made for them?
Well, yes, maybe
but summer wasn’t made for you and me.
We’ll winter by the Baltic.
Wait and see.
‘Cos summer wasn’t made —
let’s go and find some shade —
summer wasn’t made
for you and me.
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Well, it's not quite tabula rasa
when the worst of elements remain
relentless and unrelenting
but Fate forgave.
And the sun it shines unfiltered
into the eye of a wounded bird.
He couldn't quite fulfill her.
He got what he deserved.
"Hello, my name is George Sanders.
I write you from the finest house in the Village of the Damned
an obsequy from history
from the day I let it swallow me:
I am leaving you to your worries in this sweet cesspool."
Another proletarian folly
my fallopians hit the fan
my economy collapsing
under the greed of the union man.
In the diary of dairyman
the Heifer's greatest lie:
the one attaching cowardice
to the virtue of suicide.
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Apibus - Sandra Lindsey
05:21
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Sandra Lindsey, where are you going
with that gallon of gasoline?
Put it down now, pet the dog and
drink a cup of Ovaltine.
Father's diddling while his nasty
apotheosizes pederasty
sodomizing all who gather
on his mattress of cadavers.
Brother's painting semi-bastard
postcards of airship disasters.
Mother, snacking on the sofa
swallows wholly half a loaf of bread.
Auntie's soaking knickers gather
the treacheries of an aging bladder.
Uncles not worth confiscating
slide into her sewer grating.
Nephew's nibbling on a portion
of his girlfriend's last abortion:
"No scrotum of my son will be a cathedral
for maggot, mealworm or boweevil."
Sanda Lindsey, where are you going
with that gallon of gasoline?
Put it down now, melt the dog and
drink a cup of stelazine
Sandra Lindsey, Sandra Lindsey
oh my sweet Gethsemane!
Your face creeps into my consciousness
like a death in the family...
Sandra Lindsey, where are you going
with that gallon of gasoline?
Put it down now, pet the dog and
drink a cup of Ovaltine.
Sandra Lindsey, Sandra Lindsey
in a dream I baptize thee:
"Sad of all the dark and dripping,
sweating, bleeding, kissing..."
Sandra Lindsey, where are you going?
Are you coming back to me?
Scars are glowing, sacs are growing,
Catholicity porcine!
Sandra Lindsey, Sandra Lindsey
sullen pouty brothel dream.
Roses and a Swastika...
Happy Birthday to me!
And when all's said and done
consider me the tongue
on which your monthly murdered ova bleed.
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Gerald was twelve when he first fell in love
she was a girl very much the same age.
Pretty and lean and skinny and clean
by every pretty-lean-skinny-clean gauge.
They had a pretend wedding with a pretend veil
in a derelict Episcopal church.
Gerald's brother Mary played the pretend priest
when he grew up he became a real priest.
But Gerald was twenty when he first made love
was in a dingy Phillipine ghetto.
He was on liberty from everything but the bulge
in the pants of his Navy dress clothes.
"If you're lookin' for a thing, I can sell you a thing,"
said a midget who was into selling sin.
Gerald paid a buck and got in line to get into
the room of a girl with no limbs.
And Gerald was twenty when he found out that love
was something that he knew long ago.
He told the whore she was half of a girl he once knew
and she said, "Yeah, Gerald, I know."
They had had a pretend wedding with a pretend veil
in a derelict Episcopal church
but now he was a sailor and she an amputee
prostitute who somewhat resembled a kidney.
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I saw the balloon
crash, killing all inside of it.
You were not amused.
Thanks for the help and the health
the wealthy, the wise in the well.
Drink
fall asleep
fall asleep.
Sleep
fill a drink
fill my drink…
This film looks familiar to me.
James Mason walks into the sea.
I saw the balloon
crash, killing all inside of it.
You were not amused.
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Judith, my love, now as we part
temporarily, so you say
I'm hoping we'll be one again someday
and it's the closest thing I've ever known to faith.
Fish Heads and Olives
for me
and a big brown bear
for you
Fish heads and Olives
for me
and a big brown bear
for you...
God, I never wanted to have to get over you.
God, I never wanted...
I always thought that you
would take me to old age.
I guess you did in a way
but I was only thirty...
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I Have Forgotten How to Love You
I Have Forgotten How to Love You
I Have Forgotten How to Love You
I Have Forgotten How to Love You
A squirrel walked into the mower.
Alright, I put him in there if truth be told.
But I was
young and gay in a terrible time.
To my mind, still,
my most heinous crime
is that
I Have Forgotten How to Love You
and reason for going on is gone, gone.
Pilate resigns with a sign of the cross.
You can't fly an airplane on chocolate sauce.
There was a bear
a holy terror in your room.
When I shot him I discovered
he was my brother
in a bear costume.
So much for me as the Iron Man
a warrior soul made of marzipan
The memories of those better years
are shining brightly through my tears.
I Have Forgotten How to Love You.
I can't remember how.
Dismember, disembowel
me now.
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Pack up the bullets and the PPK
for a trip to old Cape May.
This cancer's gonna kill you anyway
and don't you wanna see the sea first?
Swim with the gun to that sunken ship.
If the current's fine, no worry.
They built the thing of dumb cement
to keep the Germans out of New Jersey.
Some won't believe that ship is there.
Some won't believe I wrote this
bedside in your chemo bay
as you died way horribly.
You died way horribly.
Yeah, you died way horribly.
I watched and could do nothing
as you died way horribly.
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David E. Williams Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
DAVID E. WILLIAMS has released numerous recordings of his demented chamber pop for over 3 decades, but he has also collaborated with other artists, such as Rozz Williams (Christian Death), Deathpile, Jerome Deppe, Naevus, Thomas Nola and Andrew King. He was also a fulltime member of The Muskets and Destroying Angel. ... more
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