Omaramor: Osvaldo Golijov

flipped on the 17 spear edged trippin’ trees---i find that the best place is the farthest furthest place from me---i practice spit when i’m out the lift---walkin’ two times as fast as i could if i babbled backwards---i do that this to keep myself skit---soaked and fallen in the darkest region---you find me there cause’ you left me at 18---who then fights when all there are is nights---the beat goes on---i find you back on the shelf---sniffing smelt---racking up the bugs---kicking back the preparation drugs---the electric found parts that seemingly never found the true start---you see they find that the bod of god rips dead in a pod of bubbling blood---and this is where we find the facelift nothingness---the flat-topped brunette who just gave birth to 3 kids---that existentialist non-traditionalist, thrower of 15 fits, liar to the painting reverend slits---this is where we stoke those with the deaf bum ropes and the trotting tropes better than a shakespeare’s left post-it-note---it won’t be the middle, won’t be the last---trap the fish that flaps in the half-cat-nap---there be a dwindling downer on the sidetrack seventeen wacky passenger lathering pandering---who dropped the killer?---who found the passenger?---the milk is spoiled, the child foiled, the president finds himself confused in the foil---there’s a prisoner in your place and he’s cumming on your face---he’s finding a new way to trace out the things he’d be falsely accused---if only there was a way we could all find our way to puke out this rude abuse---i live for the bid to find myself far from lids and dripping’ inspector lightening rhetoric---there might be a better truth when you consult truth---but all there is keeps trafficking when we slide down the slide---tell rick to unwrap you arrived sublime prided thwarted left-eyelids---it’ll tell you itself that cat hides ‘neath the shelf of self-help twelve spelt out qualms walking with one arm under harm---faster than a false teeth car alarm---past the bible belt exlax---i need a place to keep myself outta wack---because simply you can’t find a heart attack sellin’ for under 25 grand if you are keepin’ out your sun tan---raise the fill---drop the lickin’ pills---who might be but never will---kill to the kill to the k-i-l-l---and no matter what the afternoon gloom you take the room---tell yourself fairytales that rhyme with the present tune---weight lift the lightest portion bit that bird has gotten a sticky tit---nobody knows much but gives a s**t---i’ll take a ticket for nothing but rickets if you’ll loan me it---sip the dip and trip the lip i’ll respond with the campbell’s and then stumble back stumble back---who might never will ever be wonderin’, and askin’ the talk-back---that place for seventeen skills and pills---trip the pissed and i will gave the blazed rain 16 trick shots and the pain---pies and thunder thighs---when she’s bleeding out her face, that’s when the police come to fetter a dime feast---would somebody get me a new triple dee?  that fuzzy cat slipped under a mat and came out the other side with two wings and buffalo rings traveling at the speed of light and the after-sight delight yum yum tripe up above the candlelight---but who put the bomp in the bomp shu  bomp shu bomp?  i want names---i wanna wanna wanna watch their lips drop off---that porsch-a finds out she been launderin’ and saunderin’ out back with the laundry in---its not done---exposes your filthiest fifth son---don’t you know that when i’m done there won’t be anybody else to count on?  

Author's Note

lean back high and turn to your low side, breathe in deep cause' your pride just waved goodbye.