Featuring the track “Unentranscended“, by Turkish Queen. Based on the poem: All The Bulbous Accidents, by Sarah Pearlstein, 2004 Ingrid cuts onions like they’re from Saturn. They turn into miniature rings, the core bitter Broit mit pitter*, no, she eats onion bits She likes the tang, like alien blood, She broods about her yellowed fingers, She is the flower of a pest of a sun; It persists in shining into The basement revealing sleep, A dreamer’s nest. Sleep is not dark, it is nothing like the wounded moon Either, it is Technicolor wonders about Travel and Blue glass natural vases, Held with green rope, swaying slowly On the White terra cotta node of an Obtrusive wall, So delicate next to it, African violets growing slowly Within the cobalt bowl, Or it is the nutrient sprinkled white earth in that same bowl making The flower grow, And smells like all It will grow, Terrifying poor Ingrid With all its’ useful ways. She fears being planted, Due to the bulbous accidents Which are grown So many layers down.   *Bread with butter.