STOMACHLAND

by Gecko Henry

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caught
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released May 7, 2015

All of it by Gecko, with some help from GarageBand Drummer Kyle.

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Track Name: Orange
Dead critter running
under magnified sun,
guess you fell victim
to your morning light drug.
I'll drag you slow, you're lonely
leather tight numb.

Well it killed me not to say
something ugly in my sleep
while my lizards were awake
crawling all across the sheets.
I felt stupid watching them
hunt for loose bits of your hair.
In the daylight they were dead,
and you were never really there.

And now I'm stuck on 17,
color coded cops go by.

Down here in Stomachland,
but never again.
My citrus stomach acids
won't let you in,
so I'm making new yous
out of leftover skin.

Well it killed me not to say
something ugly in my sleep
while my lizards were awake
crawling all across the sheets.
I felt stupid watching them
hunt for loose bits of your hair.
In the daylight they were dead,
and you were never really there.

And now I'm stuck on 17,
folding up on dotted lines.

Dead critter running
under magnified sun.
Track Name: Nyquil
Baby lately
you might see me
float by in the dark
with a body part
from a building.

I'll be sifting
through the wet eyes
watching rain slither
up around ankles
from the floor.

I can see the quiet
pain gets bored
behind the elevator
doors that open
on up for you,

who's keeping me around.
You, who's terrified right now.
Track Name: Casino Ceiling
I want to see you fucking naked,
find out how much of me is shaken.
Because you smell crude and sweet,
like something I might find between my teeth.
And I'd kill just to see
some other fucker staring back at me.

A body much like mine
is ripping apart under gunfire today,
as a mother and a father did,
I have them, and a brain-
another's tagged and stranded
in a prison recreation yard
under a sun like mine
that burns at night
and keeps my brain on.

And a heart
looks for fruit
on the ground
in the dark
for a body,
a body like mine.

Slow, slow, slow, slowly not yet.
Scream, neighbor, scream if you feel it.

I want to see you fucking naked,
find out how much of me's mistaken.
Because I like how you breathe,
and pressed against your lungs I might feel free.
And I'd kill just to see
some other fucker staring back at me.

I want to see you fucking naked,
find out how much of me is faking.
Because I'm struggling to be,
and I may need to pretend that you are me.
And I'd kill just to see
some other fucker staring helplessly.
Track Name: Pablo
We've got nice pills,
and microwaves,
and we've got cousins
under Mt. Shasta in caves.

And I feel good.
Yes, I feel fine,
but I'd feel better
if I kept you off my mind.

I'd buy you
all the cheap shit you want.

The moon returns
a drunken gaze.
It looks so terribly alone
in outer space.

And I feel good.
Yes, I feel fine,
but I'd feel better
if you took less of my time.

I'd buy you
all the cheap shit you want.
Track Name: Nikki
Fishing for salmon
in my bloodstream,
and sweaty skin on velvet.

My daughter looks at me
in pity, from space,
without a helmet.

Some stomach needs a knife,
some stomach bleeds across a room.
Her warm celestial light
burns up my hands before they move.

There is religion
in the stucco,
my knuckles can't deny it.

And if it keeps
my daughter looking,
then it's worth it just to try it.
Track Name: Justin
You can still wake up
in Fulbeck, England,
hover over family stomachs.

Now you drag your days
through various hungers,
your love letters on fire
in rest stop bathrooms.

Please, don't move,
good alien, my friend.
I've got you
where I want
our lives to end.
The planet I can offer you
is a warm and endless blue,
so please, sit still,
good alien.

You were naked once,
tucked between brain hemispheres
in private moonlight,
throbbing to be felt,

so please, don't move,
good alien.
Track Name: South of the Pilot Station
I don't want to waste
another day in this hole.
I could be the cocaine
for the company CEO.
I could be the right-wing
rigid cock of radio.
But I'm not sure a paycheck
makes the pain all stay at home.

Dying in my sleep,
or sleeping til I die.

I don't want to waste
another day in this hole.
I could be a jet-ski
with a green fluorescent glow.
I could be an enemy
too close for you to know.
But I don't think I'm empty
enough yet to fill the role.

Dying in my sleep,
or sleeping til I die.
Track Name: Water Tower Light
I kissed her
on the forehead,
removed the collar
from her neck,
and lowered her body
to the tile
when it was clear
that she was dead.

And then I laid
next to her
inside the smooth medicine
of the darkness.
Track Name: Hoom
Suddenly it is dark
and I can tell
no one's around.
I am shaking in waves,
but somehow I have
yet to drown.
Body's feeling well,
although these bones
never did heal.
And it seems
even in this afterlife,
my skin won't peel.

I'm sailing home
inside my velvet box.

In the parallel universe
I came from,
all is well.
I can hear
the stomach acids
bubbling from hell.
I remember looking
up through throats
coated with steel.
I remember enough
to know that all
of it was real.

I'm sailing home
inside my velvet box.

I'm sailing home,
safe inside my velvet box.