Boaz Zippor
HOWL II
 

I do not want your howl, your growl,
your foul sense of rebellion.
The smell of your teen spirit stings
in my nose,
as it grew and it rose,
like the factory sewage, your soul,
spinning out of control,
oozing from years of your
mind-numbing glare,
and spare me your millionaire air of despair
chewing gun barrel needles
in a holy-than-thou
wasted youth without truth.

Infecting our generations with
deplastic depression
subatomic reflections of nothing important,
in your selfish cry
look at me I am suffering 
how talented am I.

No ma'am, not even green eggs
and ham
can justify your existence
of futile and excess
of your rehab big stab
of vile self importance,
mind impotence,
non-reliance, not even defiance,
mirror reflection and my gag reaction.
I do not want your howl,
your whine of grapes of wrath,
tour quantum New Age math
inside your crystal meth,
deliver me from your fight clubs,
your night dubs,
your fabulous gagas and hollow TV.
I don’t care what you put
in your holy I.V.
That’s no way to be, 
massaging your sorrow,
masturbating till tomorrow,
spare it from me.

I don’t want to know,
I don’t want to look
at your uniformed
malformed sales pitch and hook,
all your fake boob resistance,
it's all gone in an instant.
Your intake of bullshit
suppresses all doubt,
there is just one way out
of this soul-crushing rut, but…
those who listen do not understand,
those who mock don’t have a strand
of bone in their marrow,
spare me your sorrow.

Give me the truth, without any condoms,
deliver me from your
false sense of freedom,
your indulgence of selfish encounters,
with yourself in the morning.
Fuck all your mourning,
and don’t stand up now,
it's too late anyhow
as the dawn breaks his back,
on the torturer's rack,
to supply cheap sneakers for you fuckers and squeakers.

Don’t dare look in my eye,
and to ask me, oh why
Oh, my god, Elle, oh hell,
there is nothing to sell
anymore.
And the Babylon whore
is unemployed as your brother,
with excuse or another
we are all going down.
So why even frown?

Embrace your wallet of shame,
take a good look at fame,
and tell me the truth,
was it worth it?

 

 
A SIMPLE JOY
Read by Boaz Zippor
ARCADIA
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Geoffrey Giuliano
 
ADVICE I
Read by Brendan Lindane
ADVICE II
Read by Stephan Guilmaut
 
ANGER II
Read by Paul Wilson
BE
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Paul Wilson
 
BEAT
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BUTOH I
Read by
Terry Hatfield
 
BUTOH II
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CHURCH OF MAN
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Boaz Zippor
 
COOL CATS
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DESERT
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Boaz Zippor
 
DECEMBER
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Lillian Suwanrumpha
EASY COME EASY GO
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FOR THE LOVE OF LOVE
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GOAL
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Paul Wilson
 
GOOD NIGHT
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Boaz Zippor
HERE
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HEROES
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HOROSCOPE
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HOWL II
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Boaz Zippor
I COME ALIVE
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I DREAMT YOU Read by Lillian Suwanrumpha
i-LIFE
Read by
John Marengo
 
JAZZ
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Bumdog Torres
LONG AND WINDING
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Geoffrey Giuliano
 
LOTUS
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MISSING
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Boaz Zippor
 
MIRANDA 2.0
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M KJ Miner
MONEY
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MY
Read by
John Marengo
MY WORDS
Read by Geoffrey Giuliano
 
MORNING SONG
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Stephan Guilmaut
NEEDLE
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Boaz Zippor
 
ONE HAND CLAPPING
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ONE SONG
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Boaz Zippor
 
ORDINERY
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PEOPLE LIKE US
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Antonio Pineda
 
POLITICS
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PROPAGANDA
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POINT OF REFERENCE
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SAMURAI OF TRUTH
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Antonio Pineda
 
SMILE
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Boaz Zippor
SLAM
Read by
John Marengo
 
SLEEP WELL
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SOCIAL RETARD
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Lillian Suwanrumpha
 
SPHINX
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Boaz Zippor
THE WORLD
Read by Bumdog Torres
 
TRY
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Boaz Zippor
REMEMBER
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Boaz Zippor
 
UNDER THE STRONG SUN OF A MORNING NEW
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Geoffrey Giuliano
 
UGLY PEOPLE
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YOU ARE DEAD
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Geoffrey Giuliano
 
WIND
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WAITING
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