The Perversion Of The Grim Tanner

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THE PERVERSION OF THE GRIM TANNER
Near the tree line
is a beaten steel barrel
with a naked man inside

Uncle picks up the crank
He's deaf to supplication

hand with a dislocated finger
starts to reel the bucket of pain

underneath it, a hung(a)ry fire
waits for the drops of fat

Bullet holes grind the skin and flesh
as Uncle hastens the suffering

vomit merges with shit
tears dry in his eyes

Uncle lifts the blistering bastard
out in the sun

in the cooling shade of blossoming apple trees
bleeding skin burning
He kneels down

a hardened hand strokes the charred hair

like a loving father cradles his own
Uncle washes the skin
with a gasoline flow

a thick leather suit made from others
tight and wet just like a womb

claustrophobic horror makes breathing hard
impossible to move, faded rope ties the body down

The Cathrine Wheel swaggers
as his journey to suffocation begins

Little by little lungs run out
bör öltöny (bö’ör öltöini) tightens up

keeping the moisture inside
Hour after hour the wheel spins

the skin is turning sluggish
it peels and sticks
on old lining of the human sack

Like ragged ol' overcoat
the joints are giving up

can't move but you know
from the seething of your hands
that you could undress them like gloves

You're becoming just another layer of the skin suit

As the sun lays down again
Uncle still spins the squeaking wheel

slowly round n' round
little by little the skins coalesce
in the Perversion of the Grim Tanner

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from Unpleasantries Abundant, released June 15, 2013

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Bukowski Family California

Bukowski Family case history is marred with such atrocities as cannibalism, perverted human dismemberment, general unpleasantness and musical ruthless massacre.

Brace yourselves to see everything you deem precious torn apart and dragged out to the backyard to be burned in a stinking pile of waste. If it is holy to someone, it surely can be defiled.
"This is not a band, this is a death squad."
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