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SHINY NEW MODEL
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People ask me : Ben what’s the deal with all these ATMS?
Well have I not been thorough or clear or concise enough?
Tell me don’t you relate to the state of that silver sepulchre?
Tell me don’t you feel used? Buttons pressed in the back of bodega.
In the aisle by the cleaning supplies.
In the corner by the stale crackers.
You can increase up your service charge but you’re competing with a shiny new model. Swipe.
You can increase but you’ll be replaced by a shiny new model. Swipe.
Shiny new model.
Swipe.
Hey I caught you staring at the plastic covered by a layer of dust.
It said that every woman and man is a microcosm of lust.
Exchange your data. Pray it will save you from a data dictator.
It said the people exploited just can’t be avoided if your life’s enjoyed with…
All the bottles and the stale Pringles.
All the six packs and the paper towels.
Yet you give nothing expecting much as you stare into your shiny new model. Swipe.
Yet you give nothing expecting to touch as you stare into your shiny new model. Swipe.
Shiny new model. Swipe.
Shiny new model.
Swipe.
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TREASURES OF THE ANCIENT WORLD
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Her blue eyes have a misty air that project she is better than this.
She bounces ecstatic over mattresses. Air changes with the flick of a wrist.
Well you could say she deserves anything maybe
but no one deserves nothing at all.
I’m staring upon her back pretending to read the plaque on the museum wall.
Her blue eyes have a misty air that project she is better than this.
In ‘The Treasures of the Ancient World.’
I’m sensing for the scent of her secret.
Well there’s a pleasure from the ancient world.
I’m sensing for the scent of its secret.
Her blue eyes have a misty air that project heart’s not smaller than this.
There’s a camp full of camels. Burst like Roman candles.
Men mount their saddles and forget what they saw.
And any moment I could change everything maybe but habit has a hold on us all.
Her hand’s now upon my back.
The pharaoh is on the plaque on the museum wall.
Her blue eyes have a misty air that project heart’s not smaller than this.
In ‘The Treasures of the Ancient World.
Sensing for the scent of her secret.
Well there’s a pleasure from the ancient world.
I’m sensing for the scent of its secret.
What’s that? The scent of a secret.
Rocks around.
Horse looks down.
Tail shaking around.
Suez Canal.
Rocks around.
Horse looks down.
Tail shaking profound.
Suez Canal.
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No Vanguard Revival
01:11
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NO VANGUARD REVIVAL
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If the members of the groups whose spirit you summon appeared in this room right now all the sudden…
Would they sign off on how you studied their time? How you subtly refined their vocab and mind?
Or would they say ‘look here what have we spawned? It’s a culture of pawns. It’s a lake full of small ponds.’
While we were doing Velvets.
They were doing Dada.
They turned on a sonnet.
And ripped it back on it.
While we were doing Pink Flag ecstatic at half mast.
Still doing Velvets.
Still doing Elvis.
And there’s no vanguard revival.
No vanguard revival.
She said ‘There’s no vanguard revival. False concept.’
The vanguard never was. A false concept.
Classical is modern.
Returning is modern.
If there’s no vanguard revival.
Then the vanguard never was.
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KNIFE ON THE PLATTER
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Lies an actress after the stage.
Full of contempt. Contemplative.
Exhausted and betrayed. She is always rehearsing.
‘If you reveal no secrets’ she said
‘I have no use for you.
History will laugh at your
Lazy hip smug fatalism.’
She had a knife on the platter. Knife knife knife knife.
Knife on the platter. She said tonight the draw doesn’t matter.
Mind over matter. Knife knife knife knife.
She reveals the truth(s) in cliche.
Hits her mark by the candelabra.
Believe in projection. Like a mask you wear it.
Like a sentence pressed to the page
she’s unwilling to compromise.
Time dances on the stage.
Breathing new history.
‘If you neglect the secret’ she says
‘I have no use for you.
Mystery will laugh at your
Lazy hip smug fatalism.’
Believe in projection. Like a mask you wear it.
Believe in suspension. Don’t you make it not happen.
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Domesticated Animal
01:41
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DOMESTICATED ANIMAL
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Never realizing my voice was an education.
Born into the dream with a passivity
that’s kept me waiting.
And I’ll never be more than the comforts that I seek.
Wasted on opinions I like to be told what to think.
Blue screen.
Typing.
Obsession.
Domesticated animal.
Blue screen.
Searching.
Stimulation.
Domesticated animal.
I need to be a woman that I desire.
No promise I can live in
I need to succeed in the knowledge that I will fail.
Feeding an obsession with connection I’ll share anything
Oh yes I need to please so please let me please myself.
Blue screen.
Typing.
Obsession.
Domesticated animal.
Blue screen.
Searching.
Stimulation.
Domesticated animal.
If you can’t be there feel there.
How I undressed was not politically correct
A friend analyzed what I said and he said
‘You’re talking through me to your audience.’
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Realism
00:56
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REALISM
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Miranda comes home. Steps on veranda.
Txt from best friend Montana.
But that’s not her cellular.
No, that is her lover’s.
Ask: How does my love have Montana’s cell?
She’s running to Kinkos.
Making hard copies of nudeinmirror.jpg
Of hardonveranda.jpg
She’s tearing up photos to tear up his body.
Like pins in voodoo.
Part of the whole.
She’s tearing up photos. Shot telephoto.
Left his profile defiled on side of the road.
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Truth
03:33
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TRUTH IS NOT PUNISHMENT
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I visited my mother in a Tampa Bay complex.
Klonopin and vodka all day.
She was always pulling on bottles.
No pull to eat.
Strapped inside of cathode rays.
What was most sad of all is that you never want to leave your imprisonment.
You said that "I'm happy"
I was arrogant I said that you weren’t.
Smoke billowed through the screen door slide.
I stared at my computer to escape from the night.
You asked me advice so I wrote you a lie.
I typed : Truth is not punishment.
Truth is not punishment.
Truth is not punishment.
Truth is not punishment.
I visited a writer with anxiety complex.
Depression meds to last through the same.
Prescribed in bottles. Shown on TV.
Cost as much as eighteen plays.
On his TV flat screen was the porcupine dream of the essay
where a man and his dream let loose on caffeine see it only one way.
And "Pain rings true" said the pen to the knife.
And what rings true is what a pen wants from life.
Said "I used to want to die just to prove I was right"
No one told me truth is not punishment.
Truth is not punishment.
Truth is not punishment.
Truth is not punishment.
I visited my lover in an hourly hospice.
I've yearned for you on pixel display.
I'm always pulling on bottles.
No pull to eat.
And cannot find the words to say.
Except what is most sad of all is that I never want to leave my imprisonment.
You said that "I'm happy" but I know you and I know that you aren’t.
That's when the words they started to fly.
Weight took off there and opened me wide.
Took a smell of her perfume and a glance in her eye
To learn truth is not punishment.
Truth is not punishment.
Truth is not punishment.
Truth is not punishment.
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