lay down all your leather, by furious beautiful zines

lay down all your leather

by furious beautiful zines

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1.	front matter 00:42	lyrics	buy track
FOR S, & FOR M, ONCE MORE, FOR J, & ALWAYS ROCK & ROLL “It seemed to him that he was pressing his face against a mirror that gave back his own image and that his tongue was excavating the inside of a statue’s granite head. Yet, this being an act of love, of culpable love, he knew that he was committing evil.” “Does he hope to appease fate by this immolation? Does he believe in the power of love?” Jean Genet, Querelle
2.	i. 00:13	lyrics	buy track
BEWARE THE SKYLIGHT; BEWARE GOOD MORNING GO AWAY HEY THERE SLEEPY SMILE PERFECT PERFECT.
3.	ii. 03:10	lyrics	buy track
I wake in a black fluid. He says to me Tell the story of the boy in leather & I never stopped listening Him & I we’d drink absinthe and laugh. Him & I we’d walk garlanded lay my hand on one & kiss the other cheek. I turned into delight I mean really turned into something. The black sun hammered into his chest radiated, auspicious as ever, as anything he ever did. I could sink here but go where I’m led press my tongue into space between the arm, well-muscled, meets the chest He is bound to an energy that spirals— I said to him once I am mourning this as it happens. It is always this way. Always loving me making me cry. He is learning how to cry this way. Mincing words, I’m choosing the words, I’m choosing them carefully, choosing them to hurt to emanate through me— the way it hurts me to say these things to you. The way I focus on your voice when I can’t take the things you’re saying to me always something sharp and soaked in love True love, I hate it. I hear that a lot. And oh god is he wicked. Oh god is he. It’s in the small sounds you know. Pushing thru the ground & all that. It’s just like lay down all your leather Lay down all your leather Lay here awhile (you do & call me baby, leatherboy) I have spent my share of time ready & waiting I ask & I do not receive I ask & I am tender to the slap in the face I am driving at something I am begging to refuse this life & sure we danced but mostly I danced Riddled with presence and passive wanting, I just want you —I just want you to Oh nothing— Anyways to become a wound you must first become nothing & it must be beautiful I don’t make the rules just put them on in the evening thread silver something for him to cut his teeth on To own you’d say. I’ll never taste the desert— just like Jean said it does not touch the infinite— I hope for something vast as what you saw inside me— you look again, uncertain, daunted— & I will not settle for less. The glass the counter. The film the lightning. The tape ten songs about sailing. I throw it all against the wall.
4.	interlude (for A.) 00:33	lyrics	buy track
You must have been I know you were the lover of a being of radiant light Inside you I— wish I was more wish I could see you once more like that It’s any consolation It’s any consolation at all that your touch inside me forever & thank you, by the way for the lighthouse a treasure I’ve kept will keep I’ll think of you.
5.	iii. 03:50	lyrics	buy track
A pale purple lightning I will carry it in me a long time. I love you, I love you. I tell you these things. This I know will eat me alive. Oh to devour. To be the gaping maw, the cock all want all want all want all want all want all want all want all want all want (just like the song) Once he, ever the martyr, fell so clean beneath me. Hard in my hand you are nothing like a man I will always think of you as my winter star the shortest night of the year You will always think of me as the cocksucker the punk the dirt on the skylight the (your) stain on my shirt you laughed at You say you’re a voyeur don’t see me The weapon is already my hands & by that I mean in them I am braiding flowers into its hair. We are sailing away & the costumes are exquisite atmospheric chill smoke to dull a latent hunger I hold the incense in my hand ceaselessly turning, caught turning & lavender bright I found myself here. I do not touch the infinite/I touch the infinite (but not with you) the exact point of no return is indeterminate I simply know when I have passed it You said anyhow you are too far gone That’s what I like to hear. his veins live inside mine which live inside me I mean is that true where do they beat then. watching open watching opening Blue blue blue light spills over everything! over the whole world enveloped I would rather be nowhere else. I would rather be 1000 other places 1000 deserts that do not touch the infinite 1000 men what’s the difference lose interest I never want to fuck you again or any of them tired of languishing of planting my feet on the ground the four walls I kiss— you know the line about pressing your tongue into a marble head of that thought I want the stone beneath & above me you know oh the living spit oh the spitting I tell you you’re evil what the fuck does that mean push back your shroud layer upon layer of tulle (you look beautiful this way) I told you— we smiled at each other, laughed like the end of the world, & it was, you in your suit & me
6.	iv. 00:55	lyrics	buy track
This is where the blue star meets the longing sea This is where I miss you. This is where he reaches, that killer, hard eyes looking out They called her this, & this, & this with venom (me the same). We & he called him our blue star & this is what we smiled towards. These our furious hours, these the wounds we lick & open again, this the hate that shoots the gun, This, where the blue star meets the longing sea a wound.
7.	conclusion (rock & roll) 00:21	lyrics	buy track
He knew from the start— that is, it is known that He will die for rock & roll. My horoscope says— My horoscope says— anyways it was known.

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audio version of my september 2020 chapbook, lay down all your leather, available for purchase right here on bandcamp.

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released December 11, 2020

most words by me
some words quoted
a few words stolen
a reference or two made

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