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Mouthguard
08:41
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Ripcord; stub in hand
Stage set in a packed crowd full of dying life
Main act; palms at the ready
Armed to the teeth, grinding away at your spliced insides
Oh, your eagerness is seeping
Out of your ravenous eyes
Oh, your heart is pounding/boiling
Anticipation is high
Oh, what a rush
To breathe in the crowd
Now, go get your mouthguard
No free rides from whatever vessel remains
Refuse any moment to be calm & still
Mosh in the muck & the blood that you crawled from not too long ago
Finding your window, & go for the kill
It’s always a matter of “Didn’t you hear what I say?”
There’s no rhythm in your syntax, no soul in your face
There’s not enough crowd to keep right out of harm’s way
But hey, with your questionable ethics, it’s not like that mattered at all...
Oh, your eagerness is seeping
Out of your ravenous eyes
Oh, your blood is boiling
Bystanders run out of time
Oh, your body is contorting
Control slips out of sight & out of mind
You’ve sucker-punched this entire town
Where’s your mouthguard???
The blurred pounding math in my head. The taste of sour blood & dirt in my mouth. The visceral haphazardry, & yet the impassive denial of recent violent events. Now, the smooth weaving through the crowd of people & personifications of Apache helicopters. The hawk eyes scour across the strobe-red landscape……& there he is…blissfully unaware of his surroundings. No rhythm in his syntax, no percussion in his hymn…this is your buried dream…
No free rides
Same 'ol runaround from a bastard like you
At your wit's end while ropin' us all into your noose
Your ass has overstayed its welcome for far too long
Mouth agape & letting the halo of flies in
Unmoored, lost, & wanton
Bled dry of excuses
Running scared in an empty field filled only with confrontation
March through the muck & the blood that you made on your own
I’ve never moshed in a mudhole, but I’ll surely see you sink
Without your mouthguard
(get your mouthguard)
What a rush
Where’s your mouthguard now???
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Idolatrosity
11:04
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Corpulent & catatonic
Stuck in the chair
A sullen look on your face
Your suit-and-tie serfs with full rictus grins
Ready to do your bidding
And put everybody in their place
No love from your own family
No more servants because you’re no king
You don’t know how to feel
Another running trail runaround
Spreading your gospel to the addict masses
Looking for someone who believes
But deep down, your soul’s rank and rotted
I’ll let you know if your thoughts matter at all to me
No love from your own family
No more servants because you’re no king
A clear thought in your dirty mind
Was never an option because after all this time,
You still don’t know how to feel
Lost in your own eyes
The center stage is yours
Trapped in your own mind
The drugs aren’t helping anymore
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Lost in your own eyes
The center stage is yours
Now, now it’s your time
to settle your own made-up scores
And exploit them
To all these no-good scroungers & stragglers
You are their idol
Their gold savior
Your make-up is runs upon your furrowed brow
The wrong man in the right time turned the tide upside down
(lost in the void)
Stuck on another runaround
To big up your you-ness to me
You id & your ego
Are the only so-called friends you need
(surrounded by noise)
Never a thought in your mind
Gold idol
Exploiter
You will forever know my name
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Domino
24:20
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Another day spent inside my room
The sunlight slowly creaks into my eyes
How long we’ve been stuck in this quarantine
I’ve lost count of days gone by
While the dread’s still settling in
Thinking back on what could’ve, should’ve, would’ve been
I’m paralyzed, thinking “What happens now?”
Never fully clear
The numbers keep rising along with the fear
Most of us are shuttered in & starving for love
We're getting desperate
Looking up to the sky for a sign from above
From what once was life until now
3 months since I saw the last of you
This indoor life is whittling my bones
3 months past the point of no return
1 topples down, the others follow suit & concede
I return to the bathroom mirror
Feel the etchings marked on my face
Every virus blossoms & augments from the smallest place
Spreads out from the smallest place...
I’m stricken, still thinking “What happens now?”
Never fully clear
The numbers keep rising along with the fear
We’re still looking for that distant 60 cycle hum
From what once was life until now
6 months since I saw the last of you
The death toll climbs the mountainside of morbid thoughts
6 months past the point of no return
We took a turn down this awful dead-end street
Fatigue has sapped me of any fear
Like toiling in the sun for too fucking long
The wind picks up speed & the tide is turning
But my hope’s too far gone
God it’s so scary
Watching from my window
Staring at my surroundings
& noticing as I’m getting older
More & more people lose their grip
Writhing & flaunting their delusions
as businesses close forever
And our young & old dominoes
They're all tumbling over
Tomorrow will come & the sun will still rise
We’ll find several ways to adjust & temporarily survive
The day shall come when we shall meet again
Face-to-face in a nearby café
Where we’ll share our joy & pain
And reconnect our singular strains
Now responsibility is glaring at me
Silent wondering if I’m still a disgrace
The countless nights lying awake in bed
Waiting for inspiration to smack me in the face
Many spent hours stuck in our boxes
Staring at our screens, waiting for what comes next in line
Perusing the interwebs
Hoping there’s a new distraction you might try
The hours still pass by trying to find that 1 thing that can help pass the time, & forget ourselves,
Even as the dread’s still festering
The Atlas sphere of stress & saudade grows heavier as the long hours trudge along evermore…
Falling back into old habits as the days go by
And cutting back now seems much harder than it has before
Regret after stumble after failure
10 steps back for every step forward
The hurt throbs in my mind & body, my heart & soul
And my stomach’s been replaced by a dark gaping hole
The Tylenol sinks me through the bedroom floor
So much exhaustion, yet still so much stress & dread & so much more
Home again, but my heart's still heavy with strife
Traveling this grueling tunnel
Hoping to find some light
Reaching for the end
Climbing the uphill slope
But with the constant rising, how can we all still cope?
Shops close
Life on pause
Spirits shatter
Yet the trains still pass by
The machine keeps on grinding
People lie & smile & die, & life goes on
Back into the station
Gone are the kiosks
Gone is the couple selling pamphlets about the “true” word of God
Mouths sewn shut by viral entities
Nothing much to report anymore
Except a broken toppled light post in a Target parking lot
The damage has been done
Crowds regather & commiserate again
In this slow return to a so-called state of normalcy
Under the sweltering sun
A new day rising
The faint wind still ever-present
I feel those scars in my hands
And in my heart of hearts
Where do we go from here?
It’s still so scary
Going out again
After all this tiring time
How can I err on the side of caution & let my face still shine?
I’m praying to whatever God is up there
That what we all went through
Never happens in any future time
Yet that fear still looms in the back of my mind
Then again, seeing old friends & family
Makes me feel feeling better, more secure & bolder
Still I must remember the young & old dominoes
That have tumbled over
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Christ the Bait (& the work of Colin Jenkins)
Christ the Bait new EP "Idolatrosities" out now; CTB LP1 currently being recorded...
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write different long songs that don't seem that long when you actually listen to them...
Originally from New Hampshire/New England; currently based in Seattle, WA.
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