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The Cottonless Gin

from Alice Finds Home by Jacob Hales

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Sun has now choked
On the billowing smoke
From the Willowing dome
With cracks in its stare
It’s eyes gleam a rigor
That pumps out a fissure
In the lungs of the well-wishers
Waiting to be heard
Fresh as the liquor
That lubricates the ticker
With veins made of wicker
Spilling kin with a grin
Chokes out a sneer
Intoxicating leer
Vomiting a tear
Happiness is piss
Warm as the gin
Making eyes with the engine
A cotton-less gin
Cracks your crooked smile
Sew on the limb
Crawl back to kin
This devilish whim
A subconscious routine
Water in your lung
You’re gagging on a sponge
The dryness on you tongue
Saliva’s spent on sweat
Mud when it floods
Can you swallow the cud
That spit in the blood
And martyred your remission

Legs on its veins
A blotted carpet stain
Another shaken in vain
The centipede won’t quick
Crawls through the sewers
Dividing up the loomers
Sickle fishing lures
Caught you in the act
Bubbles to the street
Breathing carbon and deceit
With the alligators feet
A jellyfish with eyes
Stung by the sludge
The witless will indulge
But never will they budge
Their eyes are blind with glee
Clawing at your skin
Probing for a sin
A new skin to see you in
The guillotine’s public eye
Cranking the wheel
The rope has mass appeal
Feel your blood congeal
Silver spoons reflect the sun
Floor falls below
With the feel of waters flow
Suspension, feeling slow
The crowd begins to drift
Needle and the spoon
Ran away with the moon
A tunnel no way through
Your senses now a crevice

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Open air
Stars go out
Silent now
Want to shout
Stiff limbs move
Strings attached
Smell of rust
Rope pulls back
Neck less noose
Tit for Tat
Strings fall flat
Rope intact
Neck goes snap
Rope falls down
Such a sound
When you hit the ground

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from Alice Finds Home, released December 5, 2012
Written, performed, and recorded by Jacob Hales

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