Erode Pseudonym Multiplex Times2 (My Cunus) 

I moved my legs out from under my legs 
Many upset by this  
Oh, it was ironic 
About a year back, with a single 
Nevertheless tho I was fervent 
But we can knock on that door let’s — knock, 
How many called me ‘…’ 
What is a word and what is a fucking word worth? 
There was something dead and gone I put inside her 
Once I knew someone who reminded me of myself dead 
How many called me ‘predator’ 
I don’t think it’s fair to say we were doing all the torturing 
These ones, we can bring back 
You wake up in sophomore year and the same CSNY song plays 
Things receded 
Where were you last night between six and ten 
Gotten into some dark shit (one) 
And every inch of this was a repeat 
Because we-ellll… I guess that’s fine 
You can dig and dig it’ll never get deeper 
Have to be quite judicious with the crochet-hook 
Nothing… of that real 

I wasn’t enough to leave any thing cemented 
Some people out there have hate in their hearts 
I think I saw something in the reflection in the screen 
It’s really all about sound vibrations 
He does this famous tribal awakening thing 
And if you don’t have any questions we are going back 
One second let me say goodnight 
To our bloody oasis 
Once some real sad fuck (an adult? said he would cut me open 
Yeah one second grandma this guy says he’s gonna buy my car 
But there’s not one knife for you have not possession 
And that enough can justify some loathing I’ve received 

She was meditating with me 
And eventually she was gone licked up by the surf 
On a personal level, expressed in a fiction 
That was the breadth of my loving and no thing more 

And you were traveling on this astral plane where exactly? 
You give people from New Jersey one inch and 
It was a dud some kind of beetlejuice creature 
What I really wanted was to be left alone 
That’s what verse was “for” 
I lost a pair of my hands in the screen door 
I am cavernous and I am uncontrollable 
For you I am the opposite of slippery 
Packs and packs must be exorcised from me 
Three or four hours 
She saw me once in the cold 
And eventually she was gone licked up by the surf 
Things receded 
Things receded 
You never talked to me 
But I would like to have a word with you all the same 
Go for a walk with just one fucking person 
It’s a shame more people don’t play the ocarina 
Use and exchange of a value, a calling 

Straightforward Depiction of a Suicide (Second Cunic Wars) 

It’s still raining out, 
Let me see if I can do this one: 
                          It took a couple hours to try it; 
           You roll around a lot, you 
           Wrestle with yourself 

                          I think I am Jacob’s angel 
                          That would make sense. I love you 

           Can you do the prayer where you try to keep me again? 
           I’m already on top of you 
With you on top of me. Front Bottoms lyric 
                                           But not really, not if you’re not gonna 

           Well, I’m not. I’ll cry. 
                           I’d like if I could make a little more money 
                           I wouldn’t. I grew up rich 

           We can touch base on that 
            I haven’t touched bass in a while. Sorta gave up on music but 

                           You remember that story I read? About my cousin 
                                                                Being molested 
                                          It went on fifteen minutes, it had 

           A hurricane in it? 
It was hilarious, yes. I was looking at your eyes the whole time. 
I know, and I love you. We could make something really frightening together. 

Literally? Completely Full of Poison? 

Thanks to the pornographers for liking my voice 
And the newspaper editors for liking my writing 
I’ve been taking some walks in the yard 
And I’ve been doing some spiting 

Blood made from dirt is my poison of choice, 
Something like that, you grind into yourself 
And feel your insides become outsides                      flinty + hard 
Nevertheless burrowing a pack-dirt grin 
through yourself. 

                                                      It is nice, 
                                                      It is cold, 
                                                      It is cold. 
                                                      Poison is my poison of choice. 
                                                      I will grow old. 

Character for a Cunus: Beefeater 

I wanna graze seven head of cattle 
I wanna be the puddle in the fallow and your footbath 
I wanna rip your uterus out through your uvula 
I can hide how underneath I am — with a mustache 
If you sent me away it would feel like being 
Tortured to death, which places you 
As the serpent dripping venom and the rack, 
Even if I pad around the tower’s base 
My webbed feet sighing in the murk. 

Besides it was no crime to guard you 
— I just wanted to see what the fuss was about — 

Even if I wear a splendid suit 
It wouldn’t change the number of exotic 
Fruits I’d send you, clementines and durians, 
Hold them well because you are the bowl. 
If you peel an orange spiral or shuck a snake 
Things are much the same shape, 
Much the same with me.