After Hours

from by From a Fountain



after hours, we crumple up into small bills
dirty, mistreated and forgotten
the fleas suck and the leeches swell -
we split up into atoms
a natal group comes as babies
dressed up to disguise their infant features to be more like larvae

grass-roots, we gather in tubes
get up in lab racks to prove somethin’
see, my reagent is huge:
it oxidizes, spewing fumes down to Vermillion
i spilled a lake into basin -
it pour into a gentle rain that ices when the wind starts freezing over

shout for me now, all you gills!
go open-buttered through the ickiest water!
suckle your breath when it comes -
don’t get sad when it wash out your lungs!
you get sealed for to multiply -
go and make babies, you have not your soul in a cloister!

next up is mob who gets slayed:
puddle jumpers, they crash into island
from a book, they find they cook
and, culinary, go gnashing into slumber
yeah far away, on safety’s shore
the kennel door is open - it figures that the barnyard’s full of wonder

crazy, the city cops
go gunning round and round the city oval
no lights, no sirens: that’s twice
they victimizing people, running covert
they sneak around in a body bag
poised just for to pop out, dripping ice and solvent all over the pavement
i bleach the strangest white
i need the sun now more than ever - it do number on my skin and make it warmer


from Milky Mile, released August 19, 2013
drums - Matt McFarland


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From a Fountain is the name for all varieties of music by Douglas Kirby, from West Marin County, CA.

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