Wednesday 21 December 2016

all smoking vapour

try ritual purification with wet wipes

chants, dedicated 
-isms that promise
 to change your life 
you need forgiveness
do you want to party or cry? / Find that special place inside you 
where you feel no shame
just visualise
eerie lo-fi mix tape
just nature
just moon 
purity with an x on it
back seat of the car is full of cold medicine boxes 
empty bottles of energy drinks left
A love letter cooling out 
from the keychain
conclude the evening
by hotboxing the car 
with e-cigarettes 
fading it out of 
your voyeuristic gaze 
with the thick cloud
the stereo urges you
say fast slowly
that promise to change your life 
and make it better
inside you 
need forgiveness
you’re standing in a small parking lot
you’re being handed a photocopied sheet of paper
handwritten in black marker

Air vents. Car keys. Ashtray, Maintenance, Hubcaps, Glove compartment. Rear window wiper. Sunscreen. Back seat. Stereo. Bumper.

the owner ran
no shame
you feel no shame
doors are open
car vinyl is a blue/white
your body is okay
everything is as it should be
she is laughing
while you hold 
to record
safe words
all things intact and in mid-use
as if
inside you 
You are the memory of the car
you are flashing back
It looks as if 
the sheet of paper 
got wet
by your desire
maybe getting close enough to smell
 the paper that now functions as a map
You’re in search 
of self help
back seat
satiate your

ashtray you’ve just stepped into
loops strength eats 
sweat nothing but violence
get the incomplete chloroform 

Get plenty get quick 
get dreaming get quick 
get nothing to hide

this 4x4 as upmost bliss
is made out of anonymity

you feel no shame

& if you recite it you'll say nothing

smallest at the bottom, fattest on-top 
all smoking vapour 

to hold hands
a clock with no hands
image gallery
the body in 
and disappointment
let's say no more

If all goes well 
breaking is simply
never done
likewise it is worth


you can wear chanel
it is permitted
your body is okay 
it is permitted
your routine humiliation
it is permitted

through external mic, or pre-amped violin 

you can read it in a deep 
lovely sotto voce
Speak real slow

for me
in the hard morning light 
Speak real slow

for me now

Speak real slow

for me now

Speak real slow

for me now

Speak real slow

for me now

blown out, yet the room still closes in

think about things
wanting more and giving up

future is without body
turn up

feed off
the sum of our parts

depravity and joy, the rehearsal
play with it
for me now

this kind of freedom
Now based

in a wariness

in a


an unsettling mash-up 

of mainstream popular culture,
tourist videos and self-made 
social media celebrities 
a fragmented world view through eyes of the 

track listing running through 
from the outside, to observing
tutorials on the how to
of the voyeur

cursor moves across tastes, ideas and thought processes,

the instability in your life

and all the useless things you buy
the                                             missing reasons to suffer

what home

is to be seen
unaffected by marketing
children often carry toys in a similar manner
try and punish
the all-in-one
on your knees 
you need forgiveness
the perfume 
i think 
she is laughing
as if
inside you 
cooling out
like a wet mouth
suddenly opens
like a book
is just understood
just like wearing clothes
in short, you can only do
it for love for so long,
and that time comes 
a lot quicker when 
you lack job security 
or a job to start with

don't eat 
to produce

so annoying how you guys where going on and on 
your mom is crazy
your body is okay 
that promise to change your life 
and make it better
inside you 
need forgiveness
you feel no shame
no shame 
to record
safe words

I should be more fucked up 
than this horrible phone
but whatever
and cuts never fall on a 
uniform body