1

We are the funny men
The laughter men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with mirth. Alas!
Our wavering voices, when

We giggle together
Are loud and senseless
As hyenas in dry grass
Or gales stirring shards of glass
In our dry cellar

Form of clay, color of slick.
Fictitious force, turbulent motion;
Those who have crossed
With eyes darting to and fro,

To death's other kingdom
Remember us -- if at all --
Not as grasping, violent souls
But only as
The funny men

2

Eyes I dare not meet in ads
In death's advertisement kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Blinding light on a broken column
There, is a tube man swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More shrill and more booming
Than a cancelled star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's advertisement kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
(Thinnest phone, cleanest drip, slickest rizz)
On the grass
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer--

Not that final meeting
In the Find Out kingdom

Here you go! I’ve rewritten the text to avoid direct reference to the theme:

III

This is the slop land
This is swamp land
Here, the seed rounds
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a gilded man's hand
Under the twinkle of a parasite star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Fully sure that
We and our money are soon parted.

4

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of choking stars
In this hollow valley
The worms atop our kingdoms' bones.

In this last of meeting places
We wail together
A barbaric yawp
Gathered on this beach of the sunken river

Sightless, unless
The flames reappear
As the perpetual star
Tetraethyllead rose
Of death's Find Out kingdom
The hope only
Of unserious men.

5

Baby shark
Mommy shark
Daddy shark
Grandma shark

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Comedy

                Don’t want to meet your daddy

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Comedy

                Just want you in my Caddy

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Comedy

                Don’t want to meet your mama

Just want to
I’m just
Just want to make you

Grandpa shark
Where’d they go
No one’s here
Sleep again

hey everyone — i finished my music/sound project back on halloween but forgot to post it here!

it is drone/noise/ambient/experimental music so if that’s not your thing, i completely understand!

listen and download for free on bandcamp

or listen on other streaming platforms:

• spotify
• apple music*
• youtube
• deezer (cannot find link at the moment)
• amazon music
• 100+ more, just search “mabry amalgam” and I hope you’ll find it.

(*) for some reason the distributor created a new artist with the exact same name as my correct account just for this EP. If you want to hear my other stuff as well, here’s the correct profile

this was a music/sound project with contributions from some fellow tildes users. some of you may remember my post from several months ago asking if anyone wanted to collaborate. a number of you kind folks did and I used 5 users contributions throughout the project.

i’m very happy with how things evolved (and don’t have the overwhelming urge to pull it down and tweak it into oblivion per normal) and am very grateful for everyone who participated. it was a unique experience for me and i enjoyed 99% of it! the 1% I didn’t enjoy was dealing with a new music distribution service, but that’s a different topic.

seriously, thank you

i was in a creative rut for months and having the pieces submitted by other people really helped.

i don’t know if the folks want to be credited directly in this post but those who agreed to being credited in general have been with the final releases.

i tried my best with the tags but i’m still not 100% on how to tag properly :)