Speaking In Tongues
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by a monticule of the sudden dactyl
the little wheel of the trembling
morning foggily slips
and vocal is the voice
the tuning fork rasps with the pitch
some wheel is cranking
between the dents and the teeth
the crescent sticks in the throat
and the rest of the spokes is
driven into the
pianoforte
inebriated
thirst with me drink
with me but
the keys askew
on spicula
and palpi crawling
chromatically
higher
sharper
take me higher and
drop me
sharp
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like a tactile splash
like a trembling wheel
the morning will slip out the fog
vocal is the voice
the fork will tune the sound screeching
the wheel is idling
between the dents and the tooth
the semispokes spear the throat
and you'll stick the rest of them
into the pianoforte
in the groggy
draught drink
drink with me drink
but the keys
like flagella
like tentacles
will sprawl colored
higher
with a sharp note
take me higher
and sharper
drop
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palping the
key of
casablanca
with the black and white
dark and cool
hand
with the one only one only one only
odd out of three
hardly fingers
faintly
shud
crude
grume
cold,
cold is the hand
chilly like needle like one extra finger
of an axis in fog they are left and the tooth
aches the pang is dragged from the fog
and bent by the pang is the bone
of the clavicle key
by the prickly the one only one only
brushing
hushed
soundlessly
only for them to
hear
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the fingers frozen
at the brink of
this blazing lapse of time
melting into quick driplets
of mercury
still cold
inside
playing liquid canzonas
filling the clefts
cleansing the moist
mostly
pulsing
around
aloud
feeling light
to the point
of complete
silence
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crawling over the flaming ear (thirsty)
pulsing! pulsing!
the morning derm like slices of mist, oh
to wedge the gorge apart
by two by two (thirsty thirsty)
hollow clicks of the axis and tooth
on the gums and on the gums on your gums on
the dents and in the plates
an eye earlet a drill of the pupil
one gut of the pianoforte chewed in
drink.
drink.
drink drink the nerve
and drink the piano
with your mouth
grovel
and lap
worming in
keeling over
drink dry
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the key is broken out
with its ebony
the insection of the palm
with the harsh white splinter
the piano is opened wide
the lid is torn off
by the strings the strings
tie up the hands squeeze up the heart
the octave
is pierced criss-cross with the axes
and the crooked
thickly bent key
has skewered the trachea
the fang into the goitre
the song of groans and rattles
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a mark on the skin
it burns
it withers
my water
the mouth in the morning
hooks
wheels
bends
into axis
the tooth
crookedly
sticks
the pupil of blood
i look and i drink
i look and drink
carpels of pianoforte
the juice
snakes down
i catch and drink
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nebulizing itself
and sublimating
the spokes
into the hollow heaven
the writhen
morn
enters like a shard
of glass like water
into the axis
into the tooth
wringing up
the nerve
the pedal
will run dry
into the rusty music hornbook
wailing at the joints
from runnel to runnel there runs
the staccato
the groan of the piano
with a short dram
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between a needle and a prop
there's a shot hole
of air
the busted
bias of the morning
the pin of water
to crack the water open!
the glass waves like the keys.
with an enervated octave
with the cusp
with the one seventh of the finger
the septan ear will be knotted
the podal nerve will be wrung until it hurts
the sound is like a pinch-bar in the piano's mouth
the bytes are like thirst
the abscess ascending
the tooone!
(like the yellowy
bone
of a key
the pain is)
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the piano pinned down
drunk
running dry
tangled up in the strings
of pentacles strung
between you and me
tingling
when my tentacles
strangle the pedals
and keys
oh how the vowels howl
flowing off the walls
falling on me
as i'm spread out prone
across the floor
having forced my entry
into the piano
fortress
this time
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the piano shrinks away.
the ear's getting drunk.
it's squeezed
in the vise of its ringing strings
squashed and washed between the fingers
this piano drenched in octaves
you put the keys on your fingers depressing the pedal
these are your exploded intestines
their smell the reek from the throat the piano is drunk
it has lost all its keys like gloves
like the gloves the sound is fitting the trembling treble key
so that the walls are crumbling molten by the upper
octave they fall on you enlacing you with wavy seaweed
the sea of music is grown over with water tares
and they wriggle on the floor
these two tentacles for four hands
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the piano
pinko
o oto
o stringo
o dacto
o ctavo
are deaf
you are so lovely the treble keys
you are so beautiful the intact violins
your keys are like galoshes
your red innards are silk
the voice o the piano o the tremble
o the last note is creeping down
it crawls to the floor
like a tear a blue tear the danube
the waggling-the-head-round-and-round waltz
two hands for two hands
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the pianoforte's gone haywire
and teaches brownbrewing
the broma with the braincase part
responsible for four quarters
the air is scored by chromonotes
the piano is jet black, the wheel has been rolled away
the stool is
an axle anlage
its overspin
rub rub rub three odd
ones odd-even the clear creak screech
of the turning stool
of the key revolving in the throat
of the spinning
of the curled
white
liquid
of the clear
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where the half-life ends
the half-death ends
the note-fingers will grow into the piano
its keys will draw in as if preceding a
consonant that opens the
semi-fugue the hemi-aria shaking the
strings off the fingertips the
drops of birth death
the corpse embryo presses the key down
sagging with its liquid corpuscle on it
in the eyes and ears of watchers
down the wind there waver the
waves of strings the threads of needles the sounds of sound
the iron bones of the notes and
the air is shining around yout thirst
the piano innards fall through like a dry hole
the wooden cover will crash down on
the pianoforte brain
in the biowood of the biopiano there are those biofeatures
to touch the black lacquered forehead with the fingers
turning into a bone
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