Muscles quiver under paper
in a fiber grave.
Arms, interlocking,
press into the day.
Balance finds its gravity
only through points of three.
This is our only saving grace.
The weight of paper is piling up.
I cannot find another face.
Beneath the weight of paper,
we will build a home, with
walls that hold fast to the sound of
words we cannot know.
Column A and Column B:
never what they claim to be.
This is our moment's saving grace.
The weight of paper is piling up.
I cannot find another face.
Published as lyrics for GODHEADSCOPE’s A City Out Of Sight LP, 2007.
Do not speak falsely.
Brutal honesty:
far better a crime
than your silence denies.
Your tongue presses
the bottom of your mouth.
Words wait.
Tongues are cut out.
Tongues rise high;
lash the ground.
Place your tongue atop
the screaming mound.
Published as lyrics for GODHEADSCOPE’s Patience EP, 2011.
Hatred is a dead body
handcuffed to my wrist.
I drag it behind me,
uphill and down.
The face which smears
over rocks and concrete
is the same as the one
I see in the mirror.
The fingers which cut
grooves into the soil
bear my fingerprints;
leave their traces.
The wake I trail behind me
slowly ceases to be red.
The passenger sheds his skin.
I grow still more hollow.
Blank features pass away
as my face grows ever harder.
My back curves from the weight;
the spine is bleached by sun.
By the time the bones remaining
detach and fall away,
there will be nothing left;
nothing left to save;
but an empty shell
dragging empty handcuffs
behind.
First published as lyrics for Cindervoice’s Before the Turn LP (2010). / Republished as lyrics for Matthew S. Rosin’s Singing Is Contagious EP (2020).
Floor. Ceiling.
Walls of light.
My shadow
seeps
into my skin.
My shape
is lost
to my eye.
Floor. Ceiling.
Walls of light.
A motherless,
fatherless
point of shadow—
God,
the memory of sleep,
recoils.
I am behind the metal door.
My spirit springs to your eye.
Published as lyrics for GODHEADSCOPE’s A City Out Of Sight LP, 2007.
