malicious militias of malcontent
and malaise make waves through the maze
of circuits fried, frayed, then tied,
to keep circulation made
the army morphs as its forces course
their images a blur
they fiercely shake and when focus takes
that’s how it occurs
scratching at the window, a howling at the moon
chirping of the loon at first light too soon
you beg the question please with no appease
to grease the palms of doom
the sleepwalk seeker mid-seize believes
the canvas to be blanked with ease
in it sees hallowed release
the cease to a disease
the puppet smiles at the rank and file
as it piles into the hall
blue faced they breath deep, imagine a meat sleep
and backslide into the fall
it was forged
it was scorched
that is all
no lingered smoke to choke upon
a smoldering that leaves no card to call
it was here
it is gone
that is all
no mirrors to point, reflect upon
nothing in its wake has stalled at all
it was
it is not
that is all
St Celfer returns with tracks culled from a series of live shows, each one a showcase for his inventive experimentalism. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 26, 2023
Seattle’s St Celfer returns with four more boundary-breaking electronic compositions sparked with sudden bursts of melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 6, 2022