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Redwater search
01:00
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a Driver response on the cape song,
these strange creatures are their words.
Fireburning and the pyre's alight;
the Driver will take their time,
through the louddig Redwater search.
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Hands & sometimes Driver
04:36
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There was this power, or vividry, paired with a heat. The humidity everpresent at this time of year hadn't changed but, this oven like holding would warp the Summer scenery.
Under around earth, curving up with
farmland and in the distance, sometimes red dirt. the Driver found themself changing, as in there was, black smoke rolling from their mouth.
Faye turns a sharp corner quickly and the, Redwater swims up to her knees. She wears this coat with, queer sleeves.
There are cavelike aura in this chest, here there are cities with tight streets filled with feet, and hands holding... and eyes down his legs; He has, made no sounds as of yet. He walks through thick heat, hands reaches below his feet.
There is sweat littered around his face, or, sweat littering his face like a cock in his mouth; he is wet in this heat.
This background lays green, & sky lilac. They embrace once met after, turning these, multiple rights. A hand laying in his pocket.
Towering and curving ceilings resting above the two, gently singing choir and footstepping atop words. Driving words gripped Faye's ass tightly, a screaming skyline calling from above with, concrete rebar.
Redwater skyline Howls with this blistering aura; the city slowly turns in on itself around these walls.
Glass begins to crack, and warp.
Lens distortion brings this world into, fisheye cycles.
RUN ONE WAY FOREVER,,,
RUN ONE WAY FOREVER.
His billowing crease let off vibrations in this breeze,
there’s cum on his sleeve.
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Dusting Ess
04:00
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Earth falling song, wetbasin alike;
greenant and soft feet,
awake in sheets of the half light.
This carpet lays beneath me,
gapwater runoff, resting out sky. "sings"
Dampwire, lowheat, & wingsong;
(good god,)
Moss Amour rainsong, a
water will rise song.
in Brickwood & clay laid among
a hearthrhyme, in noontime, oh subfind.
the Moon is twice exposed,
& aperture talks in cord.
Speaking words through radiowire:
a citrus moon lost its feet with time.
There are maybe three moons, one more,
is there a crowd? more faces...
The lens is wash, & obscured,
an eye is underexposed
the wire leaves nothing left to be heard
a Moon is twice exposed.
The lens is wash, & obscured,
& I am underexposed.
The wire leaves nothin, left to be heard.
a Moon is twice exposed.
(a Moon).
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Somesun
03:51
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Ah- ah!
A span of rope runs through his chest,
I got his hope, I got his breath...
d-Driver waits, a warmer soul
the Driver waits, a warmer soul
the Driver waits, a warmer soul
(I didn’t say I don't know her, I- I don’t know her. No, I- I don't know. I, no, I don’t know her)
I see figures atop cloth,
coveted by sheets, of this heat,
of canopy.
(s-sumi folded covers, I've started to feel strong between these beats, I feel close, two frail body, I've found dry lover)
"ricepaper, throughgrain, I found her,
or, my ears & arms"
A span of rope runs through his chest
oh I got his hope, I got his breath,
a span of rope...
oh I want to take apon his crease instead.
I didn't say I know her,
Sumi folded covers.
I've started to feel strong between these beats;
I feel close, to frail body.
I found dry lover.
Ricepaper, throughgrain, I found her,
or, my ears & arms
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Inhaler Moon
02:47
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Suspended on... carpet stone,
dark threading, oh, Inhaler Moon.
I'm looking back, to Inhaler Moon;
breath or tape, I'm connecting through.
Tongue swells, & lungs flower.
Creek road, rainwater follower.
"& northeast towards, the common and heath..."
Alloway in hollow light,
or a height, I'm looking from height.
Eyeing towards an Inhaler Moon
mmm,,, I'm looking at you.
tongue swells & lungs flower,
creekroad, rain
suspended on carpet stone
dark threading oh inhaler moon
lookin back to inhaler moon
breath or tape, connecting through...
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Leatherswweat
03:57
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you Found you, now belong.
Your souls they, they melt along
this hot band of wretched stone.
Sway tower, song aside;
your Godhead is as good as fried,
as you crawl through this grassy poem.
Hands, you’re not the first.
Your dry and your, oh so much worse
than the last one to hold this poem.
Hosting a raised left arm,
right on his cunt, praised in Leatherswweat,
sending a fairsun, not there yet.
Your hold, your body is gone,
...will thaw after long,
in the boilerheat of othersongs.
She (ah) deep towards his hands,
this coatsworth & closet hands,
finding his garments in other songs...
oh, Hosting a raised left arm,
right on his cunt, praised in Leatherswweat,
saluting a fairsun, not there yet.
You fell so clearly, right between my pockets,
but I couldn’t find a way to keep you...
I went to grab your fags & magazine,
& comin back before...
"We're never leaving you, like a man;
no, we're never leaving you, as we planned"
Hosting a raised left arm,
right on his cunt, praised in leathersweat.
Saluting a fairsun, not there yet.
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She heard before him: "the arms,
are coming out,
his sides anew" & they both knew!
He takes her inside himself,
before they were themselves,
& inside there they harboured
a garden swoon.
The billowing beast went off without him,
he looks to his sleeve and says:
"Wait! I am afraid you left without me,
would it kill you, Faye, or, Allohe?"
Oh! It's a word to sing, a watering;
talking aloud, I'm aware, a shirt tucked in.
I figure a figure of leave,
three hands six eyes & feet
on the red dirt & the northearth...
"Darlin sunrise I've made it before"
, oh it's a sure thing!
Oh, it's a sure thing.
He saw red, but he thought five.
He was pleased to find his roadtrip was enhanced by numbercolour synaesthesia.
...a beautiful newlife,,,
He falls down, the mountain song,
a feigned reaction to, a life be-
Oh! It's a word to sing, a watering;
talking aloud, I'm aware, a shirt tucked in.
I figure a figure of leave,
three hands six eyes & feet
on the red dirt & the northearth...
"& Darlin sunrise I've made it before"
Oh it's a sure thing!
&Oh, it's a sure thing.
(oh its a sure thing...)
To him she was, son to a man...
"&together, we shook hands;
we shook hands".
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K. Olivier &"Lou janssen" Australia
Meanjin (brisbane) based music & experimental sound
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Some music by
lou janssen with more cohesive projects to come by named K. Olivier
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poetry and books and stories are being writ, with photographs and other arts who can occasionally be
Seen at "colesbroughmort.com"
(blog and contacts and archive and portfolio!)
Contact me or my manager at ...
lou@colesbroughmort.com
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