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cut​-​in​-​half​-​bomb

from Post No Dreams by Brad Hamers

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poem written - 2006
drums & keyboard parts written - 2006
violin recorded - 2010
vocals recorded - 2007

lyrics

7-30-06


a cut in half bomb with its rings being examined is chopped down
to make paper and thousands of last pages (blank)
a blooming ideology blinks each blade of green grass wild on her plains - a weighted trigger which takes some seventy years to pull i cut my hand trying to rip up a marigold (she was the lip of the impact (of the quiver) waiting for a bandaid)
a patch of humans between a sidewalk and a building being fertilized and fed in a fenced in section of their head standing on their morals
a (dreamless) bird standing on its head
maybe we’re like ostrich and other bird which can’t use its wings (or wick) wind in a bag a black-eyed summer sky in a basement tied to a pipe and a beam
rolling like a picture wheel like a universe in a jar (like a bomb on a highway)
his piano was heavy and moving …and on a slope








Part B (hidden poem) :


broke flying kneed down hawk preying on food church
trying to trade or sell the rings around my eyes (to those who already have em)
pawned my chain they wouldn’t take the ball in my throat circling like hawk(up) back down into its drain pinball stomach sinks for eyes i stole the scrap metal and pricey-copper out on my head down to its piping and bone to get(thru)the security check
(pawned the reward out on my head for the bullets to collect myself) sublet my skull for a corner to sleep in (sold every door for more wall) killed the content for more room in the belt (less things to trade with the indians) i sat somewhere in my electricity like the last great brown-out watching the stars change color the culture dive in (the ideology slowly losing its breathe)
black-lung-lincoln-greened-shadow-mint-breathing down my neck
shirt tag wearing tracked bird
broke flying beak down crow perched on its caw an arched roof two ways to wake from a bed of eaten flowers dear eaten words dear eaten words
sit on the outer edge of my licked mouth like stamps with out enough ink(to write) or postage(to send), cents in my clattering tongue hung from my mouth like a shirt pocket busted wallet on my heart
consignment dreams on lay away day sleeps through the awake fake sleeping giant in the schedule booked solid (hard) indefinite sentence never ending stalk bow down and cursor through the dollar bill beak down in the mud of what it’s trying to say
i’m saying i’m broke yolk (panned head) still trying to run from its center (like blood)
cooked flightless kneed down buffalo wing roamed to church sweating bbqsauce
pawned my castle ,my goat’s favorite dreams -ahead acres worth of popped pills and medical fields
green as money picked with white gloves (churned to margarine) (i can’t believe its not money) broken dove
down into a pigeon to pick from the bread crust falling out of the bags around some-one’s torn open eyes -a self storage garage - looted
wiped the kneed down scabbing dream from my flowery eyes
then traded them both in for (their) rings
to spin like the rest of the debris
in orbit around someone else’s hawked up(in)ward eyes
stolen planet i’m the pawned moon only half 14carrot tonight the rest is fool’s gold and ice-belt cap-guns ,embalmed money and passed on coin like language like eye-holster ,like perspective -the currency lost in any given exchange ,our body language was a mistranslated poem he stood there holding his eye lids like where to stand in the bus-stop line i rode free flying kneed down pigeon-colored-dove praying on scraps of bread
my money has preservatives my stomach has the morning
hawked it for lunch money (my alcohol has its yeast) (hawked its risen up nickled and dime problems up (like still bouncing checks) pawned my overdraft head for my next- space on the board -i stayed as darkmatter -the one who said less ,we all never stopped looking at the last square but avoided endings
but avoiding ending like page torn books and life-sentences avoided endings like tracked birds like missing hyperlinks like lazarus taxa- dollar for being spent cross eyed and been been pennied 5 cent worth of times worth of eyes, ears knows, touching my tongue pen to the plowed out backwoods -avoiding end in paper and bookshelves avoiding end like broke past not working like gliders - flying tow on the closest dove down into the foot of debt -avoiding end like parachute umbrella too big to fall giant on the camera stalk bottom line’s the sky
-avoiding end like caught in the wind risky bird wings on a payment plan without end like nothing without end like nothing really is or can be too big to fall too big to end


kneed down bread

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from Post No Dreams, released November 30, 2010
written, played, recorded & produced by Brad Hamers
lyrics & vocals by Brad Hamers
violin by Shannon Steele
mixed & mastered by Big Pauper

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writer, music-maker, collage-maker,, performance-maker, loud dreamer, mental gymnast

(member of: Through Flames, Child Of No Nation, Cat Child, Dust On Snow, Two Ton Sloth, Phlegm and Al Límite Collective)

Artist at Shrine13

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