Still Alvie

See the wolf. See the wolf the woman. Watch alive. 
See the wolf that sees the woman. The woman sees the wolf. 
Carefully along the rocks. The sea breathes fire. 
The rocks protect the woman. She is protected by the rocks, 
the oysters, the lipids. But what about the wolf?
The wolf isn't interested. 
He laces up his Air Jordans and skrrt's to the shoal, 
like a fox.

Drunkscape

MUSIC

I feel like a party. 

                             Ten tent poles surround us. 

                                                                      Lipstick on the carpet. 

Corpsepaint in our lungs. 

                                    Give me my grain medicine. 

                                                                     Burn chalk in my ears.

It would be such a relief if the future was as bright as snow.  

Okay. 

It's not treacherous if you're not nervous. 

Bloat be cursed. 

Stopping progress. 

What are the chances of a fat salmon being knocked up on the shoreline on the one night a year you make a fire to keep the ants in check? 

It's unbelievable. 

Soaking wet. 

Your'e unbelievable. 

The wah-wah isn't in time with our beat. 

The band is too old to take serious. 

It's the Far Reaching. 

So please don't break my arms. 

With your blurry fingers. 

I can't talk right and don't much. 

It comes out like feathers. 

And I know things, clumped, about film, cooking, parkour.  

Yoga, Chechnya, rhetorical devices. 

It's best to practice in disabled bathrooms.

Akin to a bulimia purge, maybe. 

Speaker's Digest. 

Chunks identical to the merely chewed. 

Always the beach, in my body. 

The stinging salt on my tongue. 

The worst breast I ever chomped smelled like bratwurst. 

She tricked her tit westward. 

Finally, until the rain was gone like Shannon Hoon. 

Does tit make sense? 

Come on baby, let's catch a fish. 

Let's drive a wedge between us. 

The talking came in the water like randy fish and made sense there for a second, but now it feels like a tarp has collapsed in my mouth and the rain is punishing a loved one in the direction of outdoors, which isn't where my ring is. 

Gubbah

https://auditorsounds.bandcamp.com

Writhing in spasmodic denim flesh a 

Nuclear synapse root gushing prolapse

Short-term messiah feeds

Me chips and salami

Raisins or fecal berries who

Knows.