From the album, Angel Guts: Red Classroom, out now.

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Xiu Xiu - Stupid in the Dark

on your side
undisturbed
from your mouth i await the word

to decide
who comes first
in the gut to expect the worst

in the streets to be sung
like the horse to be hung
from the rafter

undershot in my guess
hit the hip miss the breast
what disaster

on your belly all red
i won’t say it he said
until i fetch the guts i left behind

silver fork
gently perched
in the cold to undo my shirt

golden gate
by doves girt
in heat to assess your worth

on the ground on cold knees
to discover the seed
and to dig it so deep

unbeknownst to your keep
having slaughtered the sheep
to in secrecy weep

on your belly all red
i won’t say it he said
until i fetch the guts i left behind

on your belly all red
it won’t budge he defends
in circle spun the hogtie rings divine

on your belly all red
its not fair he dissents
too shrill you cry, with silver pins a smile

on the ground on cold knees
to discover the seed
and to dig it so deep

unbeknownst to your keep
having slaughtered the sheep
to in secrecy weep

on your belly all red
i won’t say it he said
until i fetch the guts i left behind

on your belly all red
its not fair he dissents
too shrill you cry, with silver pins a smile

Heave Offering

On Your Belly

Beach Dream (feat. $carla1000)

Farah - The only one

through the mirror, past the ring
do you see me? does it sting?

i still hear you in the sea
tidal visions, hearts unseen

* * *

hold the anchor, test the winds
bless the waters, bless our skin

maybe this time we can swim
water's warmer once you're in

i'll be land, you be mine
if you're sinking, i can dive

who needs air? who needs time?
with your heartbeat next to mine

* * *

and i'm sorry, anyways

the god of love won't hold you up, just fate

Joye

all alone in the night
just beyond, just in sight


what's the time, where's the light
am I far too late?

from the moon, like a knife
comes a phantom ray

in the eyes or the heart
but it's hard to say

* * *

eyes dry just to well up higher
and the tide runs and hides to make room for the fire

I asked the sky "is there truth in desire?"
and it turned aside and the light became brighter

Well

From AEST-011: Måla “Carnal Sense” CS

Looming Pleasure Model 
Like A Shy Consumer Of Desire 

A Subtle Garçons, Illusory Business 
Do Something Pretty While You Can

Carnal Sense

Måla - E Is For Elegance (With Burning Pyre)

hes certainly the son
in pearly glue shes hung
in dark her shift undone
its fixed

to thus be thine
with turpentine
myrrh spoiled in wine
to thus be thine

Baltazar

scythe held high in the name of love with the sickle side going my way
waist shaved slight just to slide above with the will inscribed in your name
dive to hide in the headlights lull, got to find inside in a new haste
justice served in a pickups hull, lose trust inspired by your new ways

* * *

and you know the sun is warm and then your wings are melted
in leather tanned and worn you hit the road and felt it
thorned throne to press upon and cleanse in golden showers
tight coil towards the hum, rose lined procession soured

Anemone

Vitiligo

full to burst in shakes it hums 
a pin to the skin that holds my face

limo hearse with the bones in the sun
bubbly to rain on my procession

with sickly quakes collapse into time
slid past the veil that holds my face

in the depths of my purse lies the key to my heart
in golden lock kept my possession

* * *

silver fish in the beaten sun
twixt the page i missed in my patience rushed

blind eclipse of a beaten heart
in a tattered slip on the river flushed

swollen lips just to hide the tongue
sore in the hips in the pleasures lull

two left fists on the table rung
one more rift on the wounded guf

* * *

to have and to hold it over you

Isis

Dew Claw

pluck the wens and boil them dry
a bitter dust to taste 
slice the mend so the humours fly
a sweetly hung display
cross the heart and pierce the eye
a bright lit candle still
shuck the shell and cast aside
yours two bloody lips fulfilled

on hunched backs in dark of night escape
scraped the tongue of molted wax to coat the armours male
above the gap the two as none below the sunken sails
in desperate lunge he struck it down and in my hands it laid

the whitest gloves to present yours
with tightened cork i resent mine
pure of heart to collapse forth
in sickly wealth to elapse thine

Dew Claw

tipsy kiss

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