royal: a collection
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Connor Pierce
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Contents
1 - Title Page2 - Table of Contents (Painted)3 - In the Quiet Light4 - A Wind Blew5 - Necrotic
Ell - 6I Remember - 7
Flame - 8On Crimson Tide - 9
Into Darkness - 10
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More than human, less than God
Fired through the carotid gates
The burning house, your burning plain
The shining veil reveals such glories
In the dark and of the dark
That voluminous smoke, his turned-away face
What I heard when the blue went gray
Fibers and knives, plastic lines humming
Like the home from lives lived before
The stone the world forgotten blew
Wind like acid, wind like rain
Principalities and dominions, doors for strangers
Breathing meridians and red
Black as hell and made of grace
Rebecca of nothing, God, please, dont turn away
Transpositions of sunspots
What is done is undone
Ships did sail, irons did moor
While in the quiet light I see
United you, united me, can never have
All of this dreaded, gone
Foolproof, finished, erased
Watch the skies; sometimes we have our smoke signals
We; more than god; less than Human
IntheQuietLight
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A Wind Blew
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In half-lights, twilights
Sunstruck violets blew
Damask worlds within rose glasses
Revolts the skin from the flesh
Acid green of yesteryear
Sapped from muscles, half-asleep
Baptized cold waters rise
And from the Earth shake loose
Shadows of the Kingdom
Under
Wonders weekly worked begin begotten
Names and places imprinted
Rings of smoke and flame
Loosened nooses and blackened flesh
Necrotic, the hands resist you
Necrotic
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Ell is for you, darling
And for all you are and ever were
Another piece of the machinery
Hidden in a basement, caught in dry rot.
l is for cold milkshakes
metime in the neverwhere before you were born
r Ireland, and the memories you have of it
r crisp tongues cool
r the firework evenings
d for verandas, white paint fading
ipping away into the wood underneath
d initials carved with keys and quarters
For the smell of a field after a rain
(If you werent allergic to that smell, of co
The sunburst hues lit islands of us
Trees shaking, blowing leaves about without
Rorschach blots of satin
Arranged pell-mell on the hardwood floor
Akimbo with ash
That nicotine taste pervading the bread
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I see that youve constructed me
From the same wires and plastics
From which this form was originally raised
Who knew your eyes were so photographic?
Or your memory so svelte, with my eyes greened
And arms akimbo in fall lights
Headlights through the window shade
Drawn loose as a paper dolls hands
Bristled hairs asunder, entirely without
The television picking up forty-two stations of static
And trucks passing on the highway
Phantasmal, like the voices rising and falling
And who would have thought you such an artist
To draw yourself into the picture alongside
The way I would have constructed you myself
Your hand, pale and white with your wedding ring
Opening the door and looking in at the poor little boy
Upended and uprooted, starshot and homeless, under a table
Your whispering breathing of malcontent
Issuing envoys forth and listening to your pixies
Apes and fairies, winged devils on your arm
Wicked witches, painted white and rotting
You come into the hotel room looking at me, wireform
And your jaw, your maw, open to receive the host
Flesh stripped to the quick, and ring of jasper
Your gory mouth and hoary manner, suspended mid-air
A ghost half-living, a god half-pure
I remember
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Burn the fire to the bone
Breathe the matches through my home
Light a window green and red
In winters night, the colors dead
And glorious in such painted hues
Dull and elusive, ephemeral bruise
Imagined deeply, sleep to ash
In the dead of life to pass
Unknown and unfelt, a dying train
Amid scarlet roses in the rain
Kept on windowsills, in hushed blue urns
Alone together and left to burn
And in the marrow yearn to tame
The blown-out smoke, that long-gone flame
Flame
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In the early morning sunshine on crimson tide
Cobweb thrush lining doorsteps
In memory, in sight
I remember your neon glow
Some night wrapped in a blanket in a blue bedroom
Cerulean stained rose
Teeth yellowed now from the coffee
You drink and smoke too much, dear
Just some technicolor shadow of a woman I married
That cinnamon taste in the air
Familiar as hopscotch or sidewalk chalk
A path from the mountains, envoys come forth
A throne glows Autumnal
Washed up onto some lonely shore, a mile long
Lorraine, they once called her
One night under the vaudeville lights
Strung along in a row, saints before firmaments
The name on her cold lips
She used to chew on pencils in class
Until one day they splintered in her jaw
And she bled all over her Chemistry folder
We operate somewhere below words here
Cest la mort French, English, Dutch
German is in its grave
In my motor car dream she had no eyes
Waiting for love, waiting for words
I dont know ever happened
No questions, please, bitte, danke
Of course she was mine, under my arm, in my love
In the reflection, the flame, the paper, the water O
In resolution, in memory, in sight
This cobwebbing thrush across my body like wildfire
In the early morning sunshine on crimson tide
On Crimson Tide
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Into Darkness
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the cavalry rides at dusk
Whiskey short on breath in the bonfire of night
A curse, a daydream, visions of fire, a string cross wood
Plucked from shoulders unsteady and years too soon
Listen:
Air scorched with some Hell I havent known
(And babe: Ive seen a few in my time)
Here they keep the bones, withered and wilted, flower to dust
Bleached to oil stain under northern lightsThe Summer is the end of all things luminary
After decay comes the obscurity, my old friend
Fifteen years it has been since they came
The Bird-men, painted all the colors of death
Feathers slicked back, smiling toothless maw Hello
For my daughter, auburn and heart beats an hour
Head asunder, thighs pale in bare sunshine
Here stands the task, a man in practice, traveler in theory
At the foot of this pine tree your
Baptismal waters run red across your love
Meanwhile watches with pinhole eyes
Blind but to presence, creature of scent and touch
It waits.
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Undiscovered are our means that our ends are a mystery
Slipping forth from darkness unexplored, cavernous
Echoes the blood from the font
Voice of a man forgotten, a blue room filled with smoke
A green world constructed quietly for tenants unfound
The flickering lights of a worlds stolen electricity
Batteries and acids corrosive in nostrils meant not
Even in the right direction we are lost to haze
Flows a river, wonders the flesh how we ever got by without it
The man docked in his cruel Owl mask, finger raised
Summoning from the rocks struck a wind
And words without voice, life without end
Come and see, traveler, come and see
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At the foot of the mount the burning girl lays
Processional runs the blacklight vigil
Stirs the blood not to see, not to come forward
Youre rid of this world, I see
To the head of the line the faces are dust
And forward, a finger curled,you beckon me
Voice lilting, my soul and my heart are nothing
There is nothing thatyou cannot be to me, so singyour song
And I will come toyou
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Waters forth, calling to sheets laid long ago
Damp to the touch and carved in rocks skipped cross stillness
Moving underneath the gauze veil, my touch at your lips
Into other kingdoms I cannot discern with these eyes
These black eyes, this mortal coil, this weight
A darkness, a gasp
Hold me close, my dear, my love, hold me
I will show you a world you never dreamed of in this life
Oh, sweet little girl, sweet little whore, your fingernails
Run across my shoulders like ice flakes
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So close to sunshine, O GodCan you be my daughter?
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Climb onto my shoulder and dont say a word
Were leaving and were leaving for good
Dont look back for a second, not a second, my young flesh
I unto you as you unto me, to the sunlight
To the warm tendrils of the stars beyond
The moon is only a reflection
Close your eyes shut tight, have no despair, and dont listen
Not a single word they say is true, not a one
They only speak bird, honey
You and me are one and the same
There is no shame, babe, no shame to be had at all
No, not Heaven,
but on the way
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Through the darkness and into the caverns, that breath on your face
Dont listen to it, sweetheartWere on the cusp, the frontier, nearly there
There the surface is there feel with your toes, your fingers curled
And speak with your auburn hair to love
Answer the grayness with locust breath
Blackened, rotten, blood on your forehead
Dyes your hair red
Our love is water once more
O God, why did you do it, sweetheart?
I pulled you from the dark currentwith all my soul
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Or is that why you did it
Why you looked when Itold you not to?
What has become of
your ashes now?
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Where have you gone
and how could I follow
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