operations and undercurrents over * off paper

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

rap song

so much to art
 to say so much
 to art to say so much
 to say through art
 so much to say
 say say iin the air
i am around
i am singing
 little dime store tunes
if you can breathe all of this water
 if you can speak of art
find my art in the world
 if you can find trash on the street
 if you can remember diffuse light
 and if you have ever seen f f f f f f f o o o o o o o g g g g g g g
 remember i have never needed to be understood
and that is why they made
 that is why we make that
 is the art there is there
there is meaning in your head
and i have no claim on that
that is the upward end
 the altar the althusser
the little bit of anxious grammatik that i smirk
still if you can if you will
 i correct i correct i correct and butterfly
 if you can roman open candle
 roman emperor cry
if you can bee fly
 if you can start a small business with nice logo design
 i am distilled under glass under paper under rock
 there is a future for me and it is in carbon dating
 and anthropology not like how you would think it would be
but in the dirt in the rocks do you look like your own skull
 i have been covering mine in quick dry liquid acrylic
 unbleaaaached titanium and i still want to come
 to rocks and wait at the atom's edge to lick little drips off of the honeycomb
slipping out into the night into f f f f f f f f o o o o o o o o g g g g g g g
 i have to stop remembering my name
i have to stop remembering my name
have a smell a surprise a yellow tunnel
and the armature of the memory
of the only surprise that leaves behind
 a physical remainder
the instance of not enough
 the emptied out owl skeleton
 the arachnid drowning in spit
 my spinnert dwindling hipster threads
 slimfit fangs in culpable colors
 around a ring drawn
 open operatic to the dissonance
 the void cancer in the tongue
 but who ever dreams of that
 i am the sand sun upsilon the archangel in the mud
 invasion from languid tongues waking up and woken up.

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