quaquaversal from Chaperone by Jesse Pilgrim

Quaquaversal:




"Coarsing across/every compass point/Like a blaze of hoar-frost/upon a window-pane/Or jets of spray-foam/bursting in building-joints/Bachelors in the belfry/Celestial bodies/all have carte-blanche/in the Quaqua-verse/You have no idea/how much on Earth/this saddens me/A little anger and/ guilt score a deep fissure/I drove my sword/up to the hilt in the scar tissue/Mini-laboratory/bottled up the beast/lured by its echo/quaquaversally/Now the abstract is cracked/it grows in my heart like yeast/A little anger and/guilt score a deep fissure/I drove my sword/up to the hilt in the scar tissue/I can hardly hear/the words you softly say/but feel them as leaves/striking my closed eyes/Leaning against the door/And through the key-hole/I'm cut off at the knees/by a rocketing/saw-swastika/Mini-laboratory/bottled up the beast/lured by its echo/quaquaversally/Now the abstract is cracked/it grows in my heart like yeast/A little anger and/ guilt score a deep fissure/I drove my sword/up to the hilt in the scar tissue/Bachelors in the belfry/Celestial bodies/all have carte-blanche/in the Quaqua-verse/You have no idea/how much on Earth/this saddens me/Coarsing across/all points of the compass/an avalanche/leaving the holes that it's drilled out/Malign bedroom eyes/and a large, crippled mouth."

• Experimental
• four track
• garage
• lo-fi.
• modern primitivism
• primitive modernism
• Peterborough