In the Strange

from by Brooks Strause

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In the strange place your mirrored face won’t look like you knew it. You dig in to thin skin and try to tunnel through it. All you know, wherever did it go? Something new with nothing left to do, birth of a new vague doubt, blood in the lion’s mouth. In the strange place your sense of taste won’t temper denial. You combust in cold lust and get lost inside the tile. Breaking bread with wise men who are dead. Being taught what is real and what is not, birth of a new vague doubt, blood in the lion’s mouth. In the strange place your broken vase will hold men and water. You touch fire for desire on Ritalin and blotter. Cyan lies, red truth in your eyes. Writhing vine wrapped around your mind, birth of a new vague doubt, blood in the lion’s mouth.

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from Renaissance Beast, released November 2, 2014
BS - organ, bass, drums, percussion

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