Health scare
If not spoken
It seeps everything
In prison tense
Infinitive
Unpluralized
Unfucked by constant billows of smoke
Neutralize
Clinging to the wall
Stuff-in resonated tar
To the boards
Like the treaty in grease
The fire
The purple grey sky
With the remnants of flesh
Uncuffing itself
Attach my lamprey to your breast
And hone in on your beacon
I alone understand
The language of the blips
Disguised as different sized
Green blinking ovals
Your position now compromised
And much in the way of visible
To me now you are close
Touching distance
I cannot smell you
But imagining the smell
Supercharges the energy vat
The leftover rubbles form
And it begins to eat away the earth
credits
from The Cultry,
released October 10, 2002
J.M.France-Vocals, Keyboard, Programming
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