[Contenders (doggedly to circle round our driftwood/bracken beds)]: What does it take to grind our legacies down into dust and blood,
[Sowing fields with royal slips (read seeds),]
And what does only fury (pink and wild) buy for her daughters
You and I: Our dowry from the clinic bought us gifts to build our own ideas, our legacies of dust and blood and tablets under reconstructed gaping eyes; what other lies to mother and to father?
[Kate Keller (pouring lemonade)]: Recall you're still our daughter
[Clouds form over all the central belts that live within us, train track vessels, dendrites roads, the rain that reaches you and that which never will]
[Will (also Will)]: Arcady you will find in hell of all the places where you lay your head
[Lips (so suited to your own, or brushed by fingers after after sex)]: We'll never see inside each other but I don't think that I mind, our retinas are mirror images despite our separate lives and sometimes that's enough
[Contentments set aside
When early evening comes to haunt you with its question]
[Early Evening]: How much longer can you run for?
[Bread Baskets]: And to whom will you be turning? What anaesthetist will dull your aching heart and lungs, your failures cutting deep into your palmar arch, Granadan arch-door memories, cruel treacheries you tell yourself cannot be helped - so tell me then what silence buys?
The marketplace (with knowing eyes): What first words will be heard at that last wondrous time?
Jungle Boogie absolutely slaps, but the rest of the main tracks (like Airwaves) and bonus tracks (like Solatrus's remix of Old Buggy Now) should not be overlooked. lilithtreasure
Meryll Ampe mutates a host of sound sources to make groaning machine music, coated in hiss and crackling with static. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 13, 2022