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Sway

by Dry Wedding

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1.
sopping wet in my Sunday best hoarse from calling for help clawing my way out of the salt marsh where I immersed myself   sediment clings to my collar stiffens and cracks along my cuffs never wholly dry, the brackish water’s brine a constant drip, a reminder of   salt of the earth make me dry salt of the earth scrub the blear from my eyes strait is the gate, narrow is the way and few there be that find it surmounting the city upon a hill my arms start calcifying pyretic beads of caustic sweat corrode my corn husk hide another child of wrath clinging to the miry hillside I want to love selflessly become the salt of the earth but every act on behalf of my fellow man only serves my self-worth
2.
I tend to this sorry lot it’s not much but it’s all I’ve got fence posts replaced with mannequin arms and legs nylon grass teeming with rubber snakes extremities undulating with the breeze diving deep or blindly reaching it all slithers or shivers the gravel driveway’s skittering acrylic teeth and loose fillings a collection of odds and ends on flagrant display townsfolk with rope and rifle congregate it’s in my nature to get carried away a stained art silk negligée on the flagpole waves melting polyester blooms lining the walkways plastic plates stacked canopies of saran wrap vinyl lattices covered in latex rats gawkers and urban myth hawkers set up shop outside my fabricated filth spills over the property line a collection of odds and ends an unruly array townsfolk with tar and feathers surge irate laughing through a frothing sneer as I’m carried away they say I was born without a sense of shame I only feel alive when I get carried away the thrill of being reviled cascading hands batter and maim still I find salvation in human touch it’s from my depraved estate I should be saved my malleable menagerie my unyielding pseudo sanctuary a human living not just a human being
3.
The Hatchet 06:35
see the forest not for the trees a mad dash with a hatchet branches leave their mark on me seldom notice until I’ve come and gone bandages torn from lacerations raw rest for a minute mend this threadbare grip a fistful of attrition as I pick up the hatchet hack at the earth pound and press it dense it’s time to hold on to something new and bury the hatchet bury the hatchet hope the roots don’t take pray the shoots don’t raise the soil from its resting place pluck and press the first leaf in a book of fiction hastily arranged illegibly written I don’t trust the sun I can’t count on the rain to handle the hatchet while I wait weather withered or unearthed I trace all of its growth from every window I see it sprout from its shallow hole dig it up myself cloak in new ground lay a stone on the surface slow the sprouting down carefully through the trees come upon a clearing enter with the hatchet leave clutching nothing not one twig or crag no trail of branches snapped no mark for where it rests no path to lead me back I don’t trust the sun I can’t count on the rain to handle the hatchet while I wait
4.
Frayed Rope 07:42
self-portraits torn into strips sulfur coated and lit before they’re finished down the hatch ignite and illuminate the bile burning furnace with charred disdain on the edge of the open coil bed trembling in restless heat a finger bone metronome without a steady pulse deep breaths and exhales to clear the smoke a nervous system of frayed rope a blaze carried through the fray contract and expand the vessels need a clear course I need to relax there’s so much to do when there’s nowhere to go slow match fuses of scorching rope on the edge of the open coil bed trembling in restless heat hang my head in a downcast doze slump down on my pillow what use is sleep when each day’s kerosene seeping in the frayed rope
5.
I will not give what writhes beneath the skin to hosts who extend an invitation and never let me in I will not take all of our space with my various monuments of tortuous posture and avarice I will not lend generosity to any rage unclaimed or kidnapped sympathy I will endure every sting as long as I can taste the honey sluggish as the temperature drops nothing is as sweet as the fall to be redeemed to recreate it all all that’s left is a strange cigarette in my antique coin ashtray and a rose perfume I can’t fully place I gave in to giving it all it was too much for you to take you took it all anyway I still have my cowhide rug mounted skulls and a trusted knife it’s time to decide to sever ties or carve out more time for melodies or effigies fashioned with fluttering hands decisions whittled beyond recognition a splintered perch for the fingers to land I gave in to giving it all it was too much for you to take you took it all anyway the few shared things that I have kept may appear to be meaningless so often, I wish they were we can choose what to keep but I want every thing to mean something now I keep bees and their honey in a jar, darkening, it’s mine when I’m ready you can’t take that from me
6.
Out Of Reach 03:17
she kept a picture of herself in that locket around her neck in the shape of a water lily leaf floating on her rippling chest   slathered bruise bathed in paint of midnight blue veiled in the sheen of a fresh coat anything to keep the photo afloat   she claimed that she was drowning in me I reached out my hand covered in life rings the frantic kick of legs churned crest of the wave amid the drift with coiled fists washed ashore, sputtering and scathed   thinned with mineral spirit diluted and distilled the gloaming tones coat the shoreline and the hills when roused from dormancy she runs at each heap head first inverted steps, lie down again in command of her own hurt   she claimed that she was drowning in me trace my own transposed steps until I’m out of reach out of reach clenching the locket I watch her sink
7.
it only took 42 years for him to learn how to die   that medicine it did him in a long drawn suicide   for years he slept arms crossed on chest a dress rehearsal for his denouement   he kept a list of his ailments a small lined sheet his confidant   body resigned organs wrung dry swelling appendages yellow of the eye   for months he knew and sat by the narrowing window of time slammed shut lowered blinds a selfish act or to be kind father, did you spare us a goodbye or were you afraid to concede to the end of your life I was the lone son purified reformed on the day he died in my own image, a master of my own fate inheriting his grave mistakes a swastika inked in his flesh constant regret carelessly hidden just like the cheap vodka and speed underneath his workbench paranoia took the form of a briefcase with a loaded gun workplace arrest community service every weekend that we’d visit memories retrieved theories conceived unsound accounts storytelling a few tight lips absolving him unsettled pain the high price paid for the unexplained being exchanged for the wisdom of bearing witness to my father’s mistakes I am the lone son purified reformed on the day he died in my own image, a master of my own fate dismantling his grave mistakes
8.
Mutiny 06:52
enmity kept pacing in a pen forgiveness hog-tied in the basement   discipline’s been locked in the attic bedraggled in his rummaging vanity’s whistling a tremulous tune from the rafters, observing   disquiet tethered to the bed serenity barricaded in the shed   cast watchful eyes like lopsided dice behave as I stare through the seams divide my gaze, they plot their escape here comes the mutiny   mutiny   calamity wrangling as they can’t agree whose turn it is to follow or to lead    swaying in the shape of a figure 8 listlessly they retreat sequestered in chains, out of harm’s way free from the fetters of the mutiny mutiny enmity kicks and shrieks ground finds its pulse beams bend and creak echoed screams bonds breaking righteous anger demands a mutiny anger is the shepherd the rest are following embrace the mutiny anger is the savior for those who need saving embrace the mutiny mutiny

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released December 17, 2021

Recorded & Mixed By: Adam Pike at Toadhouse Recording

Mastered By: Adam Gonsalves at Telegraph Mastering

Cover Art By: Adam Burke/Nightjar Illustration

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Dry Wedding Portland, Oregon

PDX Post-Cowpunk

Davey Ferchow
Jarrod Green
Chadwick Ferguson
Tom Fuller

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