[ .kujiku. ] クラッシュ| crush

[ .kujiku. ] クラッシュ| crush

in the headlights, bright eyed faucets, facing the sky. oncoming, sudden, unstoppable. as eyes grow, heart hollows out, stomach sinking immediately; as the bumper crumples knee and bone. thorax tumbling over the spill-well of hooded membrane. agony and horror rumble from the near static traffic; an emblem print on a jacket, sears into memory, as the glass cracks inward,
line by line, towards the open iris.

thumping skips overhead, as the skidding motions, at the accelerated breaker, shudder the bones and skin, white knuckled and primal terror. pulpy motions transmapping over roof and tails, the wet landing of heavy holding weight, face and shattered nasal bridge flutter and suck the dirty tar, all as water runs the course of swollen eyelid to crumpled cheek, fountain gore at the maw; breath, bubbling, straining to stall, to delay it's leaving the chest
into the tokyo neon street.


© Bryan McLean April 10, 2010
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[ .in.concert.with. ]

[ .in.concert.with. ]

a terrible creature
deep inside
a thundering wolf
hungry, through tooth and maw
ripping its way out
towards the damaging light


© Bryan McLean April 9, 2010
015/100:2

[ *dangerous, men ]

[ *dangerous, men ]

in the causeways, curiously, we ride..
the shelter in skylights that line the sky
that have overturned our heads
as the clicking steel beneath our sneakers
moves us forward
to the engines and the teeth they
await
await you and me

atoms and alluring lights
reflect the drinking glasses
as we pearch like prey
in the stalwart night ready and hungry
the engines and the teeth they
await
await our lies
await
wait for you and me

.. dangerous, like men of fire
.. dangerous, your eyes flicker, cornered.


© Bryan McLean April 8, 2010
014/100:2 * lyric-work

{ 't. open notations.. we once were.. }

{ 't. open notations.. we once were.. }

blochy words seem to fill this journal.. all the peices fit now; its just a matter of each object or moment coming together, all jigsawed, yet its better this way, just to map it out, give it meaning. its likely best to start at the middle, that way you won't miss it when it begins, and you most certainly will stay around for the big ending. right now, its happening.. under your feet, in the feats of heart and deed, just look and perceive..
                                                                                                 't.

013/100:2 ~dƏmons~'t. 

[ .and.the.all.lined.chorus.in.our.third.act. ]

[ .and.the.all.lined.chorus.in.our.third.act. ]

i

breathy, out of your doubting mouth, the truth entangled, as vivacious as your vicious lips and too taut tones, backing out of telling signs, that pass the all clear call.

ii

bowing at the brow, left all shot and quizzical, manacles to isotope façades. our cake fray, worn and searing thin, at the mercy of those seasoned hands, intricately, touching causeways the tongue could only call, lined with interlocking lobes and liabilities.

iii

pouting, knees grounded in the sidewalk, the down-turned sides, sour should we hear them, calling, tired of the lapping lake sound, it is in the chest and head, reminding, re-telling, there is a limit in how far this all goes.

© Bryan McLean April 6, 2010
012/100:2

[ .pulse,so.near. ]

[ .pulse,so.near. ]

tell me, what it is, what would be, if you ever, answer my calls, my cutting clarity, those alternating visceral strings, cords that cut the larynx,
of that voice that calls you back to me.

© Bryan McLean April 5, 2010
011/100:2

[ .come.my.love. ]

[ .come.my.love. ]

left out of the lamplight, the narrowing edges of your smile seem to mark the ending day, these echo out my every racing need, palms cannot find that same smile, which is slipping as the twilight casts it's candorous grin.


© Bryan McLean April 4, 2010
010/100:2