Morphic Trespass

New vinyl has officially dropped.
The back story goes like this:  Musician, Ben Wright, and I, played together for many years, at many venues and gigs, performing our eclectic bop and groove fusion of spoken word and bass (occasionally accompanied by drums, flutes, guitar, and other instruments, depending on the iteration that manifested for specific performances). Ben and I developed a fun and fluid creative bond in our collaboration, and about twelve years ago we decided to record an album’s worth of material in his studio, which never saw the listening light of day. Enter Christopher Shoust, and Lost Telegram Press, who wanted to branch out and release the press’s first vinyl album. Lost Telegram became the catalyst in helping to bring Morphic Trespass out into the world. 

The album features sixteen tracks, ranging in style and tone from apocalyptic bop to vision-grooved vaudeville to street lyrical to psycho-erotic swing. It is spiritual and psychic kin to the likes of Dylan Thomas, Patti Smith, Lord Buckley, Jack Kerouac, Lenny Bruce, and others. The album also features the grittily poetic and urban flavored street photography of my Brooklyn brother, Anthony Distefano. 

Vincyl can be purchased at Elastic Stage: https://elasticstage.com/lost-teleram-press/releases/morphic-trespass-album

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Story

Within

the alchemy of gist

and wonder

resides the evergreening

lush dark

center

of stories

through which the self

rivets its fluid course.

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Habitat

Behind the ghosts

further ghosts

calling.

Possession

by layered turns

and takes

evincing quantum roles

through which we inhabit.  

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Enclosure

In the longaching aria

and grain of Memory,

its mortuary and refrain,

the gauzy calling of ghosts—

Follow our bodiless drift

and want,

they monotone in lo-fi chorus—

Enclosure, by softly rounded turns,

resetting your edited

                        self

to sync and revive.

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Residual

Memory

aligning spectral residue

and gauzy embers,

slow-drifting motes

and emissaries of Time’s passage,

moving from nowhere

to nowhere,

and swallowing whole worlds

in the process.

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Archival

Memory

as night-blooming

arias,

diffuse

and fasting

on distances

proliferating inwardly

to sepia

and mute.

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Pangs

Memory

as night-blooming

carrion—

its resolve

and intrigue

leavening the supply

of demand

to feed.

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Polyphony

In

the Shiva-limbed

solitude of invention

rabbitual copulation

begets

the wildfire spreading

of hymns

lusting for voices

to subsume and consecrate.

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After

Bodiless,

adrift,

blankly navigating

the séance of cinema

where you, minus a role,

are reassigned

as a nimbus scab

on the patina of Time

                        no more I

                        of which to speak

                        or pirate.

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Little Light of Ours

In pools

of practiced moving distances

words labor by light’s

traveling standards

to take flight

and submerge

in due riveted course.

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