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Knot Trolling

by Melty Smiler

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1.
Champ Crunch 05:15
Champ Crunch rip the rip rip rip the cellophane off yer lunch right quick and grip grip grip the sustenance that’ll sustain you through the next quick lick of time— you get yours and I get mine and where we meet up, a divine fine line ones and zeroes cannot quite define the mixture that matter refines Champ Crunch sip the sip sip sip the dew basket that you set up real quick last night and run your tongue beside and along its outer rim to take nourishment from the dew right quick and aright your sight your unblemished take on the course of that night and evolution of our sharing of likes and dislikes and time’s bend elastic and nothing said drastic and no red flags arisin on the horizon clean sight Champ Crunch heave the heave heave heave the weight of the task and the pull pulling flask that made me; estranged me from sight but the full fallen bench a man a crouch a pinch had come from the sky and planted on earth a force fielded time shifting lens the rainbow refracted and something distracted but touch came and shattered that lens and the bend of your back under weightless touch is not not making my mind bend back Champ Crunch self the self self self the self is of consternation and patience is pleated and no ground retreated the body language melted the time communication word-flow lacks power where merge-gain is power yet to wrap around after the time so thankful both meet and no full retreat just holding and holding the line the line that we ply when we’re blind to time and times forces in meet met meat met fortress where all that has divided is melted away and submissive a crouch and an honoring posture to relay the respect of that line Champ Crunch learn the learn learn the lessons at hand the hard hardness ran smoothed and stepping out through the hand and conjoined with a plan to rearrange the space inside; both behind and under the eyes the take task connected and shifted the massive tangled up entrails inside and the vessica piscis the zone so important to look at refine and define ‘cause as we move forward and bend some more time we mustn’t forget that there’s time to return to a separate self mirrored and shined like a coca cola dime
2.
Mem Nut 02:21
bon appetite gnawing strike mama of puppies a vicious terror moral probity an adumbration prod the dog slow parade hung up on the fence line tumble weeds neighbors in the night rooting around brittle scratch wounded life
3.
don't have ne time to realign don't have ne time to reassign don't have ne time to compartmentalize don't have ne time so I guess I'm resigned to this time don't have ne time don't have ne time
4.
Meat Teeth 01:26
a songbird within the teeth there's meat in my teeth nerves to be sure there needs to be relief theyre making for the surface an energy a pressure from within impractical signed theyre righting the wrong wrapping up in ivory enamel a practiced tingling song a songbird within the teeth
5.
Up and Out 01:24
when I wanna go up and out when i wanna go up and out when I wanna go up and out let it all rain out it all came out when I wanna go up and out wanna shift and shout twisted snout misted sprout broken down asymmetrical beehive when I wanna go up and out
6.
pushy people oh no no pushy people no but mushy people oh yeah but pushy people oh no I take comfort in my own capacity as large as I’ve found it to be as stubbornly I’ve pushed forward and away away from some comforts There is care, and there is determined care. Sometimes one hops the fence into the others’ yard splashing in the bird bath outside. The birds relish water in this heat. what is intended could be seen more honored more than worn labels, words, and clock faces the hands of the clock too tight so that each tick takes more veneer it is surely an ill fitting suit To drift and float in the luxury and luck that synapses receive could draw one to casual dismissal or hot pursuit. Are both in the car at once? Where is the driver? I like you, I like you, I like you. and my morphic field hangs now in my peripheral... my peripheral vision? And if not that, then, what? There were signifiers all this time times of forgotten forgetting the rhyme delusional meat pit down below levels and down below levels edges sans bevels cutting sharp along their edges into meat over slow passage and up in the upper crust in between in between the follicle and bone where crawling along sideways is an anthemic “yes thought” or feeling the unification of the field and the posture blade slicing and excising the plane not so trite or urbane and simply simply not plain I take comfort in my own capacity as large as I’ve found it to be as stubbornly I’ve pushed forward and away
7.
I go out walk on the side of the road gravel in my soles I go out walk by the side of the road the refracted light of my glasses burns a hole in my cheek the burning sun over head my pants sticking to my knees I go out walk by the side of the road look there's a toad I go out I walk by the side of the road each and every day looking for pain looking for play looking to say I belong gonna bring it to street level c'mon I'm a clever devil comin down the side of the road look at you sticking my thumb up at you yeah I want a ride down let's talk lets find out if we can gel if we can smell eachother's pheromones oh I don't think so it's just a ride down the road tonight I can get to another location all right
8.
it's winter time the ice is fine crystalline refracting light walking around in the woods stalagmite like icy drops from the leaves that still remain on the trees although there are few of these in the winter time in the forest of my mind curious leaves i turn them over like pages in a book whats the cover going to say? whats gonna be my judgement day’s title page i don’t think I would ever really know who are you? back to the motherfuckin task at hand walking around in the icy winter wonderland walking crunching icicles under my feet look there's a parrot where is it going now its gone was on the farm parrot in the woods icy day what a

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released October 26, 2018

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