In Order for a Phoenix to Rise, It Must Burn

Halnya Andri: Dead air on the weekends A ripchord cough, in fibanaci sequence Peaks of the coast, of a grievance Dolls, forgive my malfeasance Inpieces, cackling at doomed thesis Patterns of procrastination A dead arm, asleep at the wheel Try to not shudder, when I squeal Young meat, aged fine, I'm scoured veal Waiting for the skin to peel, ripped face Serving nothing, but bad taste It's a rat-race, wrangling the plague Soft landings, in a rapid haze What's left to betray? Decedant dissidents, New Year's Peers in retreat of a party pittance Swigging piss, unhinging all extremities Acquitted for murder, squirting a century Derelict duty, neglect for the remedy The outside eyes, tired face I pace here in place, can't make contact Shadowy faces of comrades My social life is combat, too brutally honest Modest with my wounds, bleeding out Retreating now, catch me in the fleeting crowd The only sound, I can compel is silence Delicate eyes and soft hands, weight on my iris But the only way to peace is violence Never find out what you could have They're plotting to fucking take it from you Lips of a goddess, in a folded tomb I came in aroused, but unamused Just another sentiment to use Another spark at the fuse, another fight to lose Stranger, what's it really mean to you? If the body keeps the score I'm counting quarters in the Magdalene Laundries Hoarders of uncomfortable fauna, distort her The world feels so naive and daunting Any wrong step, leads to a wedding or coffin Strip mining for minerals, liminal bondage Pining in the lips, of a crosshair Don't watch yourself, you'll get lost in Medina Strange Mecca's, paradise to hectic I heard they're cloning pets in Argentina, with chainsaws Strongarm dissidents, days is infinite Lithium mines, where a penny pinch can be deadly All the shopping malls empty, no one left to eat The silence is deafening The cocaine cut, with tears of crying infants Young arthritic hands, in the jungle The remnants, of moral fumble All I can remember is folly, the poppy flows From Kabul fallout, to the heart of Appalachia Smothered by smug laughter The Department of Interior, vain smut peddler's I fiddle with the notches and levers Whatever vain pacing, to keep me clever It's everything you should've down to dodge regression My face one with the sediment, switchblade FFS The streetlights, hiss: I can't hear the cicadas anymore My boundaries are spent, hop borders Just for my brain atrophied on the fence Quiet kept, two words left on the tape deck Just a message for the feds, Fuck you, all it said ITSD: Chown Vestas
 Burnside Couch Everett
 We buy cars next to the Best Western
 Cellular tower disappears in grey heavens Hearse rolls down winding hills past telephone poles Beginnings of a verse hits the frontal lobe Cold wind cuts through rolled down windows
 Broken foot billboard 1-800-ask-Gary
 Record store below somehow stands contrary 
Nary the twain shall meet Dead tooth fairy Cherry pits pepper the grass around headstones Giggles echo, the young pass by the old 
Rain falls through the cracks in a broken road Flows and beats mean 
 Beatings by NY, HK, and LAPD Seen on a low res twitch stream Outraged but sedentary Widow smirks at the cemetery Sediment figures riding dromedaries Settlements justified the badges count the beans Gagging on a gag order low poly abacus on the screen Solution to brutality comes in magazines We don’t care if you don’t agree See? The nation’s in its years of lead
 Fuhrman’s words animus in each MAWs head Raw at the end of the knuckles like I wished I said Bleached inside and out the textiles are fed
 With service weapons like newlyweds White yuppie in dreads insists his friend’s the exception Of asking bootlicking snakes I have no recollection Slam the brakes it’s interdiction on those handshakes Ok ok ok the KKK pad the ranks 
Elt swáy zel mazé Forty percent of their blood supply dried on the pavement

Halnya Andri: Coors coursing, scorching stones Hold me, through the slaugther Caught him, bothered; jameson merauder There are bullets in my teeth Dark waters, rising; excising all sense I misremember my love, to forget The sweat-stenched cheeks, bleak hollows Soft and shallow daugthers, coddled By bottled forefather's, make it blurry Curry favor, sully the twisted flesh Pinkish clouds of snakes, counting worms Fishnets, counting lost boats; I searched at sea Found you anchored, cankersores, and bakers burns I was no lighthouse, rifled papers, and drought Salted cores, the stomach turns Surrounding oceans, brimming hopeless moments I feigned, nuturting glances: clashes Hidden from intoxication, patience Virtures of the newly deceased Too afraid to ask questions, too weak Shameful, of our sorry state The fate of modern divers, doomed empires Sold down the river, to ocean spout Pouting out frustrations, too empty crowds Am I diseased, did you led me to believe That there was no rule to make exceptional Perception of a tired haze, fog rolling Cold shivers, between my eyes and new splinters You will soon leave, through colder winters My flare, dug into bones with care I stare out into the vaccuous pools I was once drowning, now I'm unquenched by drool Incensed by depth, breathing in new taste So disgraced, by my limitations, solid state I never once had a real face, dew drop fate I shook the braces, one chance at revival Grasping your raft, with no chance of survival New shores to die in, I left it solemn Cradled by the salt, carried to the bottom The boards, held aloft, dry rotten Stolen by the waves of tomorrow ITSD: Two supposed golden arches flank fifty stars
 They wanna colonize mars, turn it into this Gig in a dive bar corner gamblers won’t know what hit ‘em The gestalt a hiss and pop, dogs bark from their dens Corvid repatriated gems and petty landlords Smudged lens, neon-jones Discarded cardboard sword
 On 33 there’s snow cones, ward of the state
 Hand over your deceased they’ll be used as bait Clasped hands, mumble through grace Imperial paint Pink glass feast carry that weight through the guts of the beast

Trans joy, who is this? Shaudenfraude in opium fits Just data, in a terminal glitch Body flustered, disjointed in bliss Strange rhythms in the distance I snort, the shot pistons Puritan pissed, missed touch Smoldered host, in twisted clutch The smug toast, to my sober shoulder Regret turns cold, as the weather gets older Severe every tie to a cynic Mystic wisdom of a clinic Learn to laugh with juxtaposition Find my howling in joyful avarice I'll collapse in fatigue, on intoxicated soil Hunger rolls, a hunters role foiled What more to observe? A process in motion, still in vibration Low lights, in high places Twinks in sacramental formations Let's learn to teach lemmings congo lines Snort in the back, just a meager high But the music is astonishing Let me bury myself in my thoughts I could rule a crowd with iron fists If all I was, was talk, but I'm not It'd be a shame if I got caught Dollar store maidens, paving bimbos into personalities It's beautiful, in the blurry eyes or beholders Beautiful in ironic eyes, weary like mine Be free, for me even though I can't Pretend you won the war It's just red paint, if you squint Ain't it funny, how it all ends like this?' Birthed in sweat and blood, anxious pants Liar's on fire, with eternal angst Breathing is just rehearsal for drowning Sounding off, kill shots, a masked frowning Crowning queens, in smokelit public housing You tell me your stories, left doubting How could you manufacture, the astounding Purpose, betrothed to new curtains Falling like blood in the theater Deplete her neurons, just another creature Double features of death, all that's left is scent Repeating interactions in my head Your body just a phantom of my mind In time, I'll settle my debts But for now, spirits compromise in cents Listen to the light crackle, cackle at death Tell me I can't I want to slash out, all your mirrors An image of power, repeated forever Stand aloft, the coffins; dancing Casting doubt, shallow rituals We all seek security, old melodies Funeral homes, and prosical emptiness Your soliloquy, abandoned by tradition System, system; accomadation Self-care, relaxation, stagnation Aesthetician, weaver of transluscent nations Pick the corpses, from your porch 3 Story home, with cold hopes Stitch days, with gym time - intellectual decay How many shades, of beauty do you need? The arrays, of shifted phases New plays, new image; same damn portrait Decapitated corests, how many hours? Manicuring, a paegant for pigs? Audre Lorde's gaze, paved in my iris Parade for violence, stained eyelids Slash caverns, into mountainsides: scorned women So foolish, to presume: discourse could move a forced rhythm So insecure, unsure pistons: seek nourishment from violent patterns Siren sounds, not your's: forced error Terror, coursing through chariot's torching every era Women like us, should mold together Screeching between glass, can't hear her No women left, fake, two-way mirror Bud Light babes, in the heart of pale conception Dejected, in the nexus of sappho Wept, once again; breast neglected Models, make bodies for upright citizens Shoot her in the back, relax The lights are glistening, city workers At your service, heels curbed for attention Kid Rock, machine gunning 24-Racks In resistance, to movements never met No slack, corporate ties To whack bitches, who never react When violence at the homes, of women No time to relax, stars in hearts of street queens But I'm careening, through clean crowds So lost, so potent; do I know my motive? Coldly distracted, whiplash: escape madness The online beefing, over scraps I can't fathom, how any of this talk Can stop, the bones cracking Knuckle-dragging cops, trapped in ill fragements The rights, weighed on faulty patterns Tear gas cannisters, to audience laughter Looking at the pain, smug, like I called it Bum-rushed the sun, sunder alcoholics My breath intoxicating, the dogs; bite along Flesh rips, the agony of resolve I thought, I believed what I saw I guess, the face is gone- windstorm Dora Richter, grave in my palm Reading psalms, I guess the fate is undissolved Solid in the air, floating; lengths unknown Propaganda is a sunk cost, grift is too long Rather decay, than admit you were wrong

Halnya Andri: In a state, of vindictive causality Raining alchemy, waves pour Eclipsing gravity, without a purpose All split from hierarchies, uncertain verses The nervous, still wordless; servant Of new affixations, craving desire From endless lists, and pages Who am I, to divide your time? Solidified, in ancient text: retracing lines Counting steps, each time I left The gaze of your eyes, carbonized I'm just steel in the wreckage, collected Thoughts in stagant efforts, cherished nor neglected Stolen from public life, excised messages All I have is, quasi-romances, cynicism and bold stances No answer, to questions of passion I'm just entranced with her fashion Butch swagger, stagger each acquaintance Swung hips, pinning lips to necks in laughter I'm just drown in hatred, epilsies in phrases Useless in my meditation, no mediation I can't face her, I'm too faceless Tinted windows, guarded all arrangements I'm too perplexed to say it, impatient Potent melodies of fixation, turn love to frustration Cold intimacy lingering in the rain, it's just A moment of growing displacement, and I'm Caught in the winds of beauty of a more powerful fragance Never could I, move with such solemnless grace Intoxicated feminine, unsettling deluded aura New performance, new divorces Left with now, forgotten images I reshaped myself in awful viscera Poignant death, in shameful truths This is no woman you're used to Scared the recognition, leads to calamity Built in image of love in a vaccum, tragedies Dancing in discordant times, how to move aside without falling? All of this, collateral damage: scattered glass Scrambling to preserve beauty as poles-shift Sifting through boundaries, without a purpose Standing atop puddles, coursing, too shaky for reflection Viying for position, twisting sisters into serphents Trying to put a name to a feeling, uneasy I get queasy, when solutions aren't solved by a wordsmith Cosmic binding, polluted by a first kiss Only as mystical, as I remember it Captured in comparsion, pleading for importance Dissecting the self, to find something to offer Coffer doors and rose gardens Pardoned, by my sorry appearance Mourning, the loss of need, never nurture them As roles, juxtapose as poems finding no worth in I just can't focus, the underlying curse is I'm not good enough alone, to love When the homes are lined with hearses She said: "Ain't worth love if it can't hurt ya'" Dangerous interia, mangled by the surface Tension in domestic service, sold myself Don't be good at something, you don't want to do Hide in the coccon, a terror to measuring spoons Die in your YouTube views, relics forgotten Plodding hands on a marble coffin I don't think about it often, often I don't think All your ambitions, just gone in a blink 20 year olds, living out my wildest dreams That's just a sacrifice, you breath in At 30, I'll be dead on my feet A decade, full of skeletons I can't face Stumbled out the closet, clavicle offended All this jaw is sharp for, is cutting myself down Rifles in the wedding gown, grenades in the garter If my body were the sea, please part her That bush doesn't stutter, firestarter Moses in a sundial, measuring time with pressed pills Hungry in the sight of strip steak It's all just music for my ribcage Who gives a fuck what the bitch at? I chew glass, before I ask for a gift plate I'm just a shift meal away from, a mass casuality incident Whatever you call it, the gaw of a coward It's a etching on stone at a dead prison Just be thankful for what you're given What beauty you can carve out, from humble beginnings Let the E flow, like tar in the Ohio Let the cicadas sing, my life on vinyl Just place my old body at it's mouth I'm through drowning in a drought Pray my body never floats south ITSD: Think about the raccoon the roadkill used to be 
He or she just like me wanted to eat and sleep
 Have playful dreams
 Wrestle with kids and siblings Explore find a place to call home at least But now it’s just meat Some might say c’est la vie If that’s what we mean say it again
 C’est la vie
 C’est la vie C’est la vie

Halnya Andri: Strip bars, just tears in the fabric Cars spit vile alchemy, caught in the ratchet Faggots, with caveats of baggage Tagging windows, with awful tangents Static languishing, digital tears Post-Coital Memberanes, deathly stares Waiting for the other shoe to drop, only to find out it was the chair Hanging from the telephone lines, tongues of air forces, screaming who fucking cares If the emperor has no clothes imagine what the peasants wear Emaciated flesh, the mortal remnants Entangled, in the wires of society, just to be unplugged in seconds It's only times nature, for us to neglect it Radical calisthenics, stretching optimism Into fantasy, drowning in the desert I remember, when the days fell in wells of hours Cowering over a bottle, thought escape could being me power But the sluggish retreat, just left a coward Soured all serotonin, eroding on their tower Everything is behind me, and ahead of me Ephemeral body, alluding symmetry Soul Erosion, blinded by pedigree Amagdyla injected by pyramid schemes My cerebellum, is a jet stream, deafing propulsion Can't find balance in emotions Standing on the scale, hoping I'm not noticed Caloric disparity, clarity under quotient I repeat, the same damn lines Without food for thought, of who I quoted Solipsistic pictures, in the moments of grief Silence lept from the balcony, palpably beat Catastrophic failure, perilous peaks Corrosive weeks, jaded months, disappearing years Tears of red wine, hedonistic mimes Passionate decline, aged so indelicately Jesters boiled for a Royal's delicacy Inscurtibly corrupt as we toil Coiled, like ashen addiction effigies Scribbled headlines, information overwhelming me Am I at one with entropy, just foolish memory I thought torture left me empty But the truth is I felt everything cut coffee, cuticle hell cough cautious, in cubicle shell counter processing, a fuming gazelle caught fucking, thought juggling tempered temple dwells dismembering self, misremembering self carnophage pantheon, Calypso rebelled rebel in the delicate, irrelevant epithets pestilence evident, through little threats flexing my head, until my heart explodes discharged by the honor rolls, the story goes she let the carnal drone, parcel bomb explodes cardamon and garlic gloves, gum illusive intrusive thoughts, in bed with my sweat embedded movement, payment to debt at odds, just a buck 75, cult 45 and a strangers demise unquantized drums and crippling anxiety a fear of space and lack thereof patchwork gloves, boxing slugs, neurotic love despondent goddess shrugged mortified of basking out and terrified of shrinking in a shrieking sin, beneath suspicious grins i cannot live my life in a cage i cannot live my life in field yield, to my dysfunction flourishing neurons, still unaltered flower through the bars, pain has started beauty has started, run too fast to watch ITSD: Curse of Akkad Extinction burst by legalism and law On regal stone canalboat towpaths bitter water flowed Bleary dial tone, every disconnected phone floats Wild goats, mountain scorps got the city groanin’ Let the locusts soar Heat warps as a war path, it’ll do 
For you, boo? As shown, it’ll suffice Naram-Sin’s throne crumbles under rising food prices Left to my own devices?
 Might synthesize something righteous Maybe chemical, maybe in slices
 Maybe theoretical, it’s a new epoch Oh, you must be joking
 You really thought you’d win in Iraq?
 Came home choking on stolen soil
 Concerto Bach, now by Coil
 Constant shallowness leads to evil? Maybe just despondent paralysis, alp foil
 Weaving through hostages, boils popped
 Remote viewing, image cropped I’m just talking, let’s stop and refocus As above, so below’s the adage 
Am I languishing or do you need to watch your language? 
Whatever’s whatever, the banquet’s neverending Blanket with holes in it I stay wending Pressed send, looking for rapport not pity Same color as croutons He couldn’t walk anymore So I dragged my futon out onto the living room floor

I tried hedonism, but never felt I deserved Don't sell me your army, I'll desert it There's no beast left for me to worship An idyllic little servant, use me for my service Accusing glances, little jabs No decorum left to grab Elysium in pieces, minor gash Don't you fucking look at me, I'll die in your eyes Sick of talking, sick of biting I'd rather be struck by lightning Nothing is excited, rather be intoxicated But I'm too disciplined to rules, so overrated So frustrated with my humble rebuttles I shuffle, on my dying feet To make ends meet, with no beginnings Pinning profits on the wall, biting satire in my bloody maw My skin is not my home, burden me Sullen boundaries, let you enter me Percussion concussed skin, sullen peaches Debeauvior, my debutante: said I'm only as bizzare As I project myself, so I'm pacing trails Around the ratchet straps and dragon tails Far more, confused than I am defined That's more hope, than I left inside for punishing So divine, oil refined; machine certainty Copious, in the opus of envy, burgundy tones Arose, from a callous home; what restriction? Pistons pumping, misfired Idle thoughts, pictures of loss, and distant touching I've found, that most art driven by sex or death Pick a muse, my sick new sense I felt the pollution in my aura, rising from the surface I know, I'm cursed with sour bits I've nutured Too recursive, bled me out, hurt it What's stuck between, the word's beneath Pick wire from the teeth, secreting history Catch the creases in the blindspots Carnal clots, little drops of vacant thought Sweat it out, until we pray it's over Twist the gears, until exhaustion holds us Too controlled, to lose my motion Too focused, to elude transfixition I kissed, a visage of my fated lovers Under the cover, of wood grain, splintered pain Betwixt, with engine flooding carnage Too tame to harness, to sweet to mame Who is left to blame, competition of shame No borders, in our melted frames The time sweet inside, like valentine's Forge a date for the lethargic No heights or bondage, just marytrs Hearts without our carbon I've got a pocketful of pardons Caught in the fraught margins Floods of sweat, more waves to be caught in Soft skin toxins, the thoughts slice me open Focused on beauty, a nebulous loss A cost, the frosted tips Distraught in brooding lips, soul eclipse More time for dissection, interjecting portraits We are data in orbit, disfigured courtship It feels, that all love just painfully morbid Deadly clashes, newly minted actress Erroneous passions, Lan Caihe distracted Sapphic dynasty, piety in fractions Caught in carceral gazes, navel pavement My self in aural detainment Smokestacks of envy, northern lights Despite the vapidity, rapidly despised I idolize, the bodies that are honest Transformed, to be sold, in a despotic haze Neot Kedumim razed, subtle shades of stubble Empire in a pubic maze, invisible hips Elipsis in my speech, alive with heat Sanguine solemn steeps, hills and thighs Yearn for days, without transaction in our eyes Carnal reprise, one moment without comparison Enraptured in wings of a seraphim Too close to the sun, no fun without shame Choral pain, windows rain glassy eyes and remains Our vessels split, between the panes Heckle my imperfections, dolls and games I part myself, to meet your gaze Claude Calhoun, in a meaningless daydream A dangerous scheme, in the haze Our photographic memories, gone in a blaze Now, there's only glory left Thelma, spare Louise the gory bits Too fast to call it quits, a monument To love, they will calm and quish Our palm, embalmed by a tyrants grip At least, I'll have my spirit, once my body drifts Pink triangles, floating in a death wish But that's all I need to be left with

It’s ok to smell like fish if you’re a Seattleite
 Traveling through space in a ship, oh shit my bad, I mean a satellite Hosts a crew of five of a certain height 
Might be a hive pile drive, nah driven, corrected with some snark Thinking I could thrive in this kinda dark
 Hit the dimmer, a chance to show I got more than a loud bark
 Short of stature I’m a behemoth
 Reading lips 
Fleet of foot I still rattle the Earth
 Sign of the times some might call a birthmark One thing I’ve learned it can always get worse
 Discerning who in the clan gets to eat first 
I thirst for M1A1 flames
 Like my ICE cooked well done on the stage of apathy 
More than happily slash the tires or tapestry 
A hundred lashes for the flagellant at the back of the abbey
 The exsanguination an open tab
 Pay when convenient 
Old hen with a single stroke of a pen
 Make it expedient
 Drifting smoothly into a chromatic mediant Wreaking havoc on the obedient 
It’s easy, trivial
 All you gotta do is what’s feasible
 A tea spoon of measly soon to be grease Grecian urns depicting mirth a museum in Tbilisi A head full of killology myths of rebirth Beastly or embarrassing?
 Sunk like debris in the Bering Sea Flea treatments in dreams of green time 
Space and time are the same 
Time is strange
 The spaces in which I remain
 The shadows snitch from a place just out of frame
 The race is lacking a finish line Acting like bloodhounds exist to solve crime Sounds emit from underground
 Clouds migrating like the birds do 
It’s past curfew
 You can honk like a goose or tell the truth Strike it from the record or jump from the roof 
It’s on you to choose The sky may be blue for now but the new dawn brings an invitation to fly off and die alone

Halnya Andri: pace around metal chairs, pale fire the irony here, is I've found no home to inspire caught in the melody, iron bends no century humming through my voice cold snap, bold choice: disfigure all options comparison carry me through onstacles but suddenly place them in my path the interrogation chamber, you strangers what does it read on beautiful faces plywood walls, built by my own aches and phases landscape changes, concrete mazes how am I still breathing, believing in dichotomy i am no one, at least respect my honesty distracted souls, sole purpose destruction dismantle the thoughts, that stoke discomfort why can't i believe you? my own reality deceitful, breathing creatures caught in vogue, i turn my phone on airplane mode in the malestrom of PKD's, I read ravenously disclosed prose, at war with gravity carve out my chest cavity, my biology my baggage, to shattered ragged river tragedies where is the calvary, when I say my name in empty chairs who cares what the battle be? there's an irish coffee waiting at the table i never thought it'd ve able to rattle me cattle branded, by your charity carry me downwardly fixated, spare me aid to dysfunction running in circles, embarassed by nothing at least i can feel something franco still won, harboring numbness no pasaran i carry on, in shameful functions the palm still ache, the flask still wet pounding on the body, for common sense im still hungry, gnawing at the surface mumble my purpose the circle broken, holding nothing meeting in silence, the slack-jaw poet can i survive with my empathy? empty chairs, addiction assembly lines never spoken, sacrifical moments isolated in grief, imprisoned in rememberance give me my severance we pass by each other, night trains caught in subliminal poetry, moon stains dead centuries, weaving blankets we hide in the shadows, to shallow to speak these rivers, paint elixirs; that we can't swallow models of growth, still unshattered i was supposed be gone, still a pawn to language languid vines, walking through anguish waking words, recycled ideology the symbology of potent monotony everything is flimsy, soaked in envy I bathed inside my own bitterness west of beauty, claw right through me im not alone in ignorance dancing with my arrogance what do you do, when all that's you is arbitrary? when the high-res photos, only harbor grief? when progression comes at the expense of harmony? what we have placed here is hardly me recycled time, through clogged arteries no hope found in artistry you can call me weak, i ought to be rust Phoenix in the heart of weeds ITSD: Last time through a mutt haze Ten seconds lose the eye of a hurricane Distant mutter guts yew on those ending ways Bit figure insult chatter on a crushed leg Lost lamb Saturn red in the tabloids Forgotten reader wanders through all the yellow voids Eyes and ears cowards cheer while Goliath fears the unalloyed Circle enclosed trite envoy annoyed by ranting head High bridge is pattern low conjure turret threads Flying venomous elements graded in shreds Tread carefully or dread the boring instead Cadaverine decaying in the house of barbed wires Throwing a fourth palm in tricking halves and blight fires Scorched tires Reticulated from when islands fed your plight desires A bitter taste of bombing in a sensation crazed Taipan deadlock imp grin shine right when dazed Tattoo forgone endurance slip slip deleted gazes My feather lacing mazes My border blazes like I’m made of razors Stand still like that harrow what comes what lingers Opium war called from the ledge with the fell limp zithers Ayahuasca withers Crackling bolts yelling what breaks one’s fingers

Leirre Keith, gnawing raw meat In these Anarchist sheets Sore causes, strained pauses Mauled by the wolf's jaws, harnessed confusion The wolf turns to a fox, define exclusion Institution, at a fault; for all foul movements The howl of useless arrogance, disparged merits Betrayed by ruthless heritage, caricatures Bussling through the mind's eye The short-circuit, bounding radical lives Estranged, from melted wires Deranged strains, your family ties Pig's pen, disdain for rancid hides You'll never uncover me, comfortably Dysfunction bred, in the heart of our gluttony Confusing safety, for restraints Maintain hiearchy of spirit, I hear it When the wolf cries, I see you clearly Drown out your cowardice with empathy Where will you be for the centuries? Spent dedicated to eroding our history Magnus Hirschfeld, the irony glistening The iron inspired by mysteries What do the flames of the pages, read to me? A whiplash, contrast with a melody Delicate wounds opened endlessly The heat of reaction, our effigy Only want to be seen as our memory Mortal remedy, you left pink triangles in the camp I remember thee, bootstraps in hands As the decay bred all my enemies Infertile homes, enforce your pedantry To preserve homes, you recall as heavenly Betray your comrades, bones bagged and dispatched by dead kennedys Distracted by paegants, punching down fragments Of what's seen as a magnet, for hatred can't fathom The of the light you can't capture Praying for your pain to be raptured Restrain all the violence, I'm enraptured You ordain, that I'm prone to disaster But scorch the source for next chapters Leaving, new women as bastards Stuck in esoteric laughters, left to spin for hours after A pig in wolves clothing, stolen thought You borrowed from our masters To capture a burning lot, imprison body Distraught by your own lack Bury my dress, draped in black Your metamorphis, left my voice adrift Plunder myths, from tower glyphs Empower rigid sentiments, gender critical I resist, the fission of literal definition Degradation, to submission: the same frame, a new vision You finished your war, started occupation Innoculated moderators, afraid of shaving face Save your face from razor blades By potraying frowns in phases, maintain the pace To stick in place, frozen in patriarchy I refuse, to bit your bullets; finding harmony In new ambition, your tradition drowns The sounds of thousands, tossed asunder You can't plunder my superstition You brought me here, you paved my way Now, I pound your road less traveled Unravel your dissent, as cynical chatter Shatter your glass, my metal hands Disband, the kinked saw: you can't disfigure this I'm kissed by foremothers, lifted by senses Sappho came to me, left you abandoned You fell from light, now you kite darkness I pity you, picking poison from the state Your revolution displaced, what is your investment? Are you frightened, by new perspective? Recreate your masters, the allure of the dejected I don't intend to surpass you, but I will for protection Dissected by the same women, who swore liberation When the boot sounds, who's really wielding deception? Gendered dull conceptions

Halnya Andri: Black dress wavering through nascent gazes I see the same wounds, disfigured by wages Chasing fashions, claddened fascists Refracted raptures, in digital laughter Panopticon's of our own creation Illicit transmissions, betrayed by State barriers, parables in repression All superstition, riddled with lead Division, suplanting the dread Asphyxiated, by resourceful; talking head Swimming in the oil spills, among the dead Strip malls and wet markets, lethargic Tragedy eclipsing, thoughtful carnage Pages erect from books, mistook A dirty look for hope, reconstructive overdose Soak in Sisyphus, paralytic progress Stolen by empirical objects, empty hands Lonely palms, ad-nauseum violence Eyelids, guided by malestroms of noxious sirens Tear gas in the coffee, brewed softly Synthetic ooze, in raptorous harmony For every stone threw, by both armies I bask in the rose gardens, black wolves in pride In the riptide, of rolled eyes: cataracts Rebirth in an unknown syntax The worth, of a sworn reject Down to parables, of poems I regret I wrote of motion, stood in stillness Under ocean, chatter: as trees wilted No subtly, in repugnant quotes of mystics Belly rumbling, from seniors to infants I reverse time, to quantify the vision Retracing landmines, through feminine visage I baptise, the empty chest: drown image The doubtful, only palpable; cathartic rememberance Droughts on the horizion, inspired by lyric Silent retreats, admist dying; I meditate Among a terra on fire, so selfish Well wishes, first dates, and farewell kisses In the times of phantasms, gathering spirit To recollect, on why I dance around the root of the image I'm just simple, forgotten, caught again ITSD: Flames to Mandolins, Spanish moons Safe in their cocoons Wings lamed dancing all the same
 Waxing not poetic but waning Kinetic chains Blame the Willamette
 Window pane pinging ears ringing like I meant it
 Nuns tame the abbot Patented techniques like blackmail and facets
 Delighted to wear black masks, baskets of facsimiles It’s a fact that I lack diplomatic tact by design 
I know all your secrets
 Just resign, see this? A fistful of peaches 
A slow tango on the beach or furthest reaches Chance meeting
 Beastial carcass washed up speaks til it’s speechless No greeting needed Roll with the fleeting changes of the seasons Look under the bridge for a troll but only see some poor soul’s tent Hula hoop’s lament Who knows? Old stories told with too thick an accent
 Now not a one of us remembers what they meant Don’t worry ‘bout it back on topic So, woe to the truant
 Fluent in an algolect, I know all your secrets Collected in my favorite alley, downtown Utrecht There’s an informant in your soul, I suspect Take two on that tango, though? 
Flavor on the lip, a hint of mango Sanguine, uniform of snake skin
 Skimmed the pages along the banks til I sank in Under the waves I drifted a thousand days 
A thousand and one nights Refracted whites of the eye Kites as stealth bombers for lice Around my grave, fireflies Write down my whole life on a grain of rice 
Memoirs of a thousand strikes
 Geisha’s knife

the lyrics well exceeded the character limit so guess you gotta figure it out yourself