Captains Die

by Give Me Kate Gompert

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M.T. Berg It's the unenveloping feeling of your mind when it's alone. Favorite track: Vic Morrow.
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The captain is dead. Kill the dogs. Eat them. Kill the sailors. Go into the ice and don't come back. This is your home now, remember. There is a sound somewhere in the cold. Keep it. The bodies are the sound. You should eat that too.
There is an ice shelf where the sound hears itself dying.
It can hear every vowel.
Little vowels falling to zero. It sounds like “dep-a-kote.”

Infinite thanks to Her, to Mike, to Everyone.


released December 10, 2012

Taylor Campbell - Sounds

Cover photo taken by Brook Ihde & manipulated by A.R.




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Track Name: St. Thomas Abilify
There is a father inside somewhere.
A broken old master--
one who can teach and feel.
Not this pill
this pill-swallowing shell.
A hollow, sweating
ex-man who sits
and mumbles
“trees are renewable”
over, over
until he loses his job
and the son is
left with a sunken chair
for a father,
an empty bird
in an empty cage.
Track Name: We Went to Pet the Ducks and Pigs
We went to pet
the ducks and pigs.
Later I swallowed all
the abilify I could find.

The goats chewed my belt,
slept in the shade.
We flicked the cow's utters
and I was led to a trough.

The doctors raped
my stomach with charcoal.

What a horse,
all muscle and hoof.
You belong in this barn,
the nurse said.
I lifted my testicles for her.
Lifted my feet.
Hair in strings
like straw
from the vomit.
My stomach full
from the pellets I am fed.

There are hay rides
shuttling pigs to the hospital.
Track Name: Where My Yolk Ends
Cars shooting fluids
over backs like whales.
Was it a car?
Or just two people
humping along
along the lake
the lake swallows
the skyline
skyline grey
you call me
call, response
a “fuck you and your friends”
I walk out
the moving car
the humping folk
yolk runny
you'd gag on my eggs
eyes skyline grey
cars like whales or
lake whatever
flapping to our right,
the skyline reflecting,
falling into or onto itself.
Track Name: Vic Morrow
There is some man
in my car
I see from
a window,
fooling in my
back seat
like a seal
with a knife
juggled on its nose.
The man does not belong.
This is a backseat, damnit!
Not some cave
not some dark to dance in,
flowering all over
this backseat my backseat
“I see you!”
I yell
“I see you!”
But the man is
still juggling that knife
with a wrist,
and I need to
throw pants on
before running out,
covered in oh
so many socks
oh so many men
in my backseat now.
all the same
one, weird man
now smashing a forehead
through my headrest.
These socks falling off
my shoulders
like Vic Morrow and co.
This head now through
a window
barking at the man
“put down the wrist!
“put down the wrist!”
and the man,
Vic Morrow,
and me
all fooling together,
shoving what socks
we have through
my headrest.