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Neon Sentient
Guest
HARLEQUIN, EMPTY
Harlequin,
Motherfucker
Deserves
An achromatic hole for eternity
An evacuated walkie-talkie
Black noise and jazzy nothing
SIMULCAST
Shall I scale you down?
Shall I shut my eyes?
As I deify you?
And am borne down the river?
Well, while (you were) asleep
I played you a beautiful song
Put the audio on over your ears
“There’s that fear again...”
And the moment waned into nothing
But simple allure
But me, alone in the morning
And my gauche ways
CLOYING
Crashing down, thru the backs of your hands
O, the neon sentiment
The sluice of energy
Slapdash and fleeting
Some transient impressions
Disengage when looked at directly
And so partake only
At the fringe of the periphery
That you bid me goodnight
That you, the romantic utopian
Should be so visceral and deep-rooted
When the veil is lifted
As if to say “I knew it all along”
That you, the glassy-eyed, the amber-eyed
Lay unmoved and jaded behind your mantle
Behind bitched-out headlines
Full of cliché and tactlessly spiteful wishes
Caught in the somatic flux of infelicity and divorce
But here is the undercurrent of hope
A timbre of possibility in the endless flow
O, rapture, I take flight
Into the lambency from the pitch-black
I am the buzz, and you can say nothing
But when it makes me uneasy to see you so still
Restless to the core
We are so out of time, when you overdose
Wax lyrical, you trickster
Your saccharine responses are so full of shit
Drives me to the very brink
Where I overload and vomit
Becoming nothing,
A gutted glitch smoking, teary-eyed and cloying
I forgot about the censoring.
First motherfucker is motherf*cker
Second is sh*t
Harlequin,
Motherfucker
Deserves
An achromatic hole for eternity
An evacuated walkie-talkie
Black noise and jazzy nothing
SIMULCAST
Shall I scale you down?
Shall I shut my eyes?
As I deify you?
And am borne down the river?
Well, while (you were) asleep
I played you a beautiful song
Put the audio on over your ears
“There’s that fear again...”
And the moment waned into nothing
But simple allure
But me, alone in the morning
And my gauche ways
CLOYING
Crashing down, thru the backs of your hands
O, the neon sentiment
The sluice of energy
Slapdash and fleeting
Some transient impressions
Disengage when looked at directly
And so partake only
At the fringe of the periphery
That you bid me goodnight
That you, the romantic utopian
Should be so visceral and deep-rooted
When the veil is lifted
As if to say “I knew it all along”
That you, the glassy-eyed, the amber-eyed
Lay unmoved and jaded behind your mantle
Behind bitched-out headlines
Full of cliché and tactlessly spiteful wishes
Caught in the somatic flux of infelicity and divorce
But here is the undercurrent of hope
A timbre of possibility in the endless flow
O, rapture, I take flight
Into the lambency from the pitch-black
I am the buzz, and you can say nothing
But when it makes me uneasy to see you so still
Restless to the core
We are so out of time, when you overdose
Wax lyrical, you trickster
Your saccharine responses are so full of shit
Drives me to the very brink
Where I overload and vomit
Becoming nothing,
A gutted glitch smoking, teary-eyed and cloying
I forgot about the censoring.
First motherfucker is motherf*cker
Second is sh*t