Kind Eyes See So Far (UK premiere)
Three:
This tail is not for telling
Nor are his horns for honking
One:
Victim
Two:
Perpetrator
Three:
Bystander
One:
You’re gonna get cut bitch
Two:
With wits or a dagger
Three:
“Sorry” is a slight of hand
One:
and empty is the chest of man.
Two:
...empty is the chest of man.
One:
slight of hand?
Three:
With wits or a dagger
One:
You’re gonna get cut bitch
(In Unison)
Two: You worm! Three: You worm!
One: O worm,
cavernous worm crawling
through a ribcage brittle
lost and pitied into dust
eat up the vastness
Two:
your appetite for nothing
is a here and ready feast
Three:
News break!
Two:
Entertainment!
One:
Noose Broke.
Two: Show me again so I can forget.
One:
Noose Broke.
Two:
I will only
One:
-occupy short term.
Three:
Short term...
Two:
manufactured for forgetting.
(In Unison)
One: Show me again so I can forget.
Three: Show me again so I can forget.
Two: Show me again so I can forget.
Two: a distant heaven of spending, smolders
Three: while purgatory bursts with bulimics
One: hanging over a hell of other people
Three:
flames rumble hollow
that which sounds the clearest echo
One: I would never violate you
Two: Sayeth he in a silent home
Three: Show me again so I can forget.
One: I would never violate you
Two: and I said...
One: (silence)
Two: and I said...
One: (silence)
Two: and I said...
One: at least they're spirits
Two: and I said...
One: you're bored with cunt
Two: to which you smiled
One: and I said
Two: I meant offence
One: and I said...
Two: the two reposed theirself on the living
room couch.
One: the perpetrator returned to room and
settled himself
Three: next to the victim on the living room
couch
One:
they argue
Two:
they yell themselves dead black and blue
Three:
finally Assault, Offense.
While victim,
Two: ...Retreats to a basement a little less herself
Three:
the perpetrator,
One: ...Remains at large, vain masochistic
(In unison)
Three, One:
ripe and tired
uninspired
where is all our luck
Three:
spit it out stupid
we kidnapped cupid
and I don't give a fuck
One:
amped and ready
hold her steady
now slam into that truck
Two:
...empty...
One:
gotta go, gotta date with
a six year old boy and
you've gotta date with death
Three:
the fissures of genocide size broken hearts
are perpetual marble slabs, fit to enforce floors
of lonely wolve's laments and ravings that/
One:
at home for the first time this century
the sweetest peaches his mother's gift
he bit into an earwig pit
Two:
bittersweet ups the ante.
One:
so many moons forgiving numbered nights of no word.
Two: Show me!
One: less father and son
Three: (by the way, your dog passed)
Two: but more
Three: (and the left foot got gout)
Two: more and more
One: two men...at a kitchen card table
bill-piled and ashfull.
Three, Two: Show me!
One:
a knife at his throat
he grabbed the rusty blade
by the naked palm of his hand
and with a play-back worthy swiftness
he informed his wrongful assailant
that there was nothing left to take
Three: No more tools.
Two:
now there's a bent butter knife
sitting on his floor
set especially for open
prying the sticky door.
Two, One:
their teeth picked and gummed
with no more tools for chewing
Three:
so many moons
Two, One:
...ever empty...
Three:
...news covered...
Two, One:
...forgiving numbered nights...
Two: empty head
Three: empty mouth
One: empty bed
Two: empty heart
Three: so I can forget.
Two: what do you say to this hunger?
One: (silence)
Three: what do you say?
One:
this hole will never be full
nor ever this note be sung
Two: No more!
One:
millions of memories
shrouded in swathes of
"what have I done?"
Two: what do you say to this hunger building
up from the floor off an empty belly warehouse
Three:
a broken heart's not broken
till every willing vertebrae
is smashed purblind, Useless
to command the adoration
born from many sleepless Days
tossing and turning from daydreaming
One: our hands have never won
Three:
our cards were never dealt
Two: our hands will never win
Three:
Victim
Two:
Perpetrator
One:
Bystander