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the third single from 'Grapefruit Radio'
lyrics
I will stop at nothing
extend limb and feel mobility crushing
un-sequenced, scattered luxuries
and my voice box full of stuffing
dressings, fixings, MacGuyver’d
epoxy, aluminum wire, ready-made
sculpted tableau portmanteau
union broken by below rust belt blows
will wind knock sheet body rock to
headspin to boogaloo to
failed coups on placating cable news
even suspended maneuvers staying shrewd:
one thousand platitudes unmoved, unmoored
history set in sound pack loops, auto dictation
guns at the ballot box of the collective imagination
critiquing the political ecology
domain on a scrambled IP all the way to
mutated anomalies re-reckoned
unmastered stem files laid separate;
root directory necklace piece
excuse me getting lost in
phenomenological spreadsheets
the Parthenon of taxonomist upkeep
a stop sign that in fact hides specificity
repurposed chi, hemming on leopard print jeans
with an ethical slut mouthpiece
all up everywhere
yelling “au contraire” in the vanity
beignets fried laissez-faire
even crisped and sugared the footnotes
rarely does it take this little for me
to coat a separatist throat
entire spinal column limited to 600 words
of experts' comparative quotes
insurance don’t cover the vertical though
so I step horizontal into
un-quantized chainlinks of events
with neither carabiner nor gold-capped incisors
for the lack, but not the diminution
hurdling inertia on the side of less is more
yo, I will stop at nothing
and when that lap time is best
I’ll set the pen, brush, string on the floor
and start huffing, an allowance to
bend and stretch more than subservience
means over-trusting
but trust busting cupcaking in colonial contests
fluffing the unsolicited thrusting across
timelines and talk show specials
trimming regions as vestal
(shit!)
I will stop at nothing
till I’m a vessel made vegetable
made self-aware Michael Richards heckler
made the limit as
sense approaches the accessible
as what’s far is
just what’s next to you
as featherweights are to bullion cubes
heavy metal to satin shoes, bespoke
with patch cable twine looms
reclaimed copper and tungsten tubes
I am magnetized and I move!
credits
released August 31, 2022
written and performed by Rhys Langston
the definition of idiosyncratic; a beautiful, raw odyssey through depersonalization and free association against the canon and toward a new one Rhys Langston