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LR007 - Ubiquitous American Sandwiches

by edgar clinks

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1.
3 Meals 02:36
ubiquitous american sandwiches with a single inexplicable pickle wolfed down by friends who fear feeling fickle (or) for the sake of slipping back into the puddle they've been hanging out in these past few days cooking dinner in the strawberry haze of high-afternoon some wonderful cats & friends who say, 'fck the old ways of using coins forluck' i'll finish the gin that you've been working on again / again / again with the grin you successfully mailed & sent sitting in narrow halls gritty by inevitable sand (it snuck into yr shoes & stuck onto yr hands) bathtubs filled with liquor sprawling expanse & getting higher quicker wishing for apricot jam with tomato green shoes & poison ivy hands
2.
it's too humid to go outside today those hydrangeas are coming in with a weird sashay her rabbit eyes rapidly descend the stairs marmalade skin cinnamon toast hair ........................just go home & sniff some glue i'll be here waiting fouryou then.................we'll all go out to eat but you won't come will you? ( oh. my only friend is chipmunk.) haphazardly graze the face of some summer air vapors of water collect then disappear lazily follow the carpet trail along to the spot by the window where i notice that yr car is gone...
3.
the girth of the fish traveled boorish & lagged in the middle of her throat the soon decay of those perfect parfaits distracted everyone on the boat while we were in our rooms picking words to include in our goodbye speeches the soon decay, our last consolidated day before we retreat to our separate niches ...the opulence (?) of evening.... fleetingness fawning fate foaming over sea-shades & drooooooooooling on the promenade ambrosial botanical hum of beach-rose covered in saltiness & dew led me to say, "while I'm away, I'll write home everyday & I'll send all my loving to you" (you know...like the song.)
4.
Ionian Mermaids In My Bathtub Braiding Each Other's Hair & Drinking Rum The Silver Apples Are Spinning Around & i've Got my Clothes On Reading Ezra Pound the Tub is Filled With Olives & Cold Sea Water, Ares Arrives, He's Looking For His Daughter... Sicilian Bakers In My Living Room Argue Over Soccer & MF Doom Back In The bathroom I Lock the Door Harmonia Feeds me a Cluster of Concords before i plunge into the cold bathwater... with all of my clothes on, grapes, &&&Ares' Daughter thenTheRoomstartsGlowing &Idon't know when to fall asleep Soon myStomachsAching &I'minthis tubtooooooodeep then i'm Alone oceans swell over islands noise at the door? barely move my eyelids i stay put but they perpetuate Knocking fall back Asleep towards their ticking & tocking
5.
death is only alright if you say its ok i'm eating watermelon with a jalepeno puree dressing up like pictures i've seen of lou reed playing viennese oboe a-a-b-d and seeing people do things and thinking, i wish that was me from this mote where i've been steeping in dandelion tea when i'm alone i don't have time to be sitting around and brooding because i'm so occupied
6.
you left yr pistols & pills on the table, next to some stale basil bagel. yr hare was perfectly post-coital as you breathlessly blew out the candle & put on my top-coat & you gave me strep throat. i guess death is just a footnote? you said, "I'll just go sleep out in the U-Haul." barely connecting with my eyeballs but with excruciating clarity, while, slow dancing bawdily, yr drab commanding chronically. moved by the wake of the boat that yuve acquired drunk in the bathtub near the campfire you put on my topcoat using death as a scapegoat & now I have strep-throat... I'm eating paint for the rest of the day. while yr passed out in the truck in the driveway & I think I'll swim across Narragansett Bay before I too pass out in some velvet ashtray.
7.
Erdbeer Daze 03:40
icy cargo a pantheon / a siren song swallowing words with sahti / milkweed pills & arrows of malleable fortune fades towards parisian green & baltic queens like sunsets & handholders on boulders on finger grass we slurp gaelic froth / picking moss then sojourn in a boggy loch / for a dozen epochs staying warm with ham hock in clam broth
8.
The Floridian haze hums and condenses on my forehead, the sun pulsing brilliantly and without relent. Feeling dizzy from the heat, I notice my companion acting strangely. I'm in Ft. Lauderdale with a dog named Philly. He's been eating ativan and ketamine cookies all day. Coughing a foamy laughter, like some chill'd out pastor, he announces his passion for existence, languidly through an at-ease yawn, saying, "eternity is eternity and I am one with god. The earth isn't like...some collard green and I'm not like....some cog? Yom sayin'?" Archie Shepp's scratchy saxophone whines while Philly, in absence of love, yearns for an avant-garde poem regarding this very subject. Alternatively, he adds, he'd settle for a "cacophonous irish jingle-jangle"...or...a trans-european vision of a virgin rebirth on an express train towards LSD and arpeggio machines. He continues, "eternity is eternity and I am one with god, by the way, what's eternity? I am just a foggin' dog...but! I'd like to keep waxing as a religious pedagogue, at least until all these drugs start wearing off." Suddenly, Philly falls to the ground, where he stares at the flashing primary colors of the spherical LED light, before he asks the DJ to play Kraftwerk. "I'll be takin' requests at the end of my s-s-s-s-s-set!" The DJ responds in rhythm with the 80's Detroit House track blaring through the infinite PA system: the same set of dual 18-inch speakers they probably have in heaven.
9.
returning east after a long summer heading to brooklyn with a bottle of wine almost my third sunrise with no slumber sandy bones & all the cars are on fire my passenger's the shabby poetry of tumblr holding my breath & eating cemetery cake making stops for some root beer runners throwing sticks in front of their roller blades considering death in iambic pentameter crawling slowly towards the coast to the rooftop where I'll avoid everybody and change from guest to ghost atop some precipice there callously recite some forlorn verse as if it were all so severe / couldn't get much worse queu all the subsequent sneers echoing through the cavernous universe crossing state lines cutting through the morning fog laura's walrus is dancing on the side of the road driving as languidly as a polliwog parking my car is a reptilian episode yet, I'm still feeling too real too real to mingle no sleep has made my senses dull but I want to be invisible.

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released May 27, 2015

Produced and engineered by Jon Markson at The Gallery in Brooklyn, NY (Sam Palumbo helped)
Drums on all songs except for "Erdbeer Daze" engineered by Mark Allan Miller at Sonelab in Easthampton, MA

Mixed by Jon Markson
Mastered by Mark Alan Miller

Eli Sprague on drums
Jon Markson on bass on a buncha songs & keys/knobs on a few

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