1. |
A Dark
07:03
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Surf’s up –
he wavy –
your fresh ain’t my fresh –
Y’all got Lil Nas X –
I grew up on Lord Finesse –
Her name was Agnes –
Nothing special about Agnes or her appearance
A bashed –
she resembled a squash –
Life is a pigeon –
that took a shit on her new Prius –
and she just got her car washed –
The epitome of average – Agnes –
Average Agnes –
The sad thing about being average – is that
everything about being perceived as
average is unappealing to most people –
Agnes was no exception – she craved to be –
looked up to from afar – like a star –
so bright the world could see –
alas – Agnes hated the facts that that
would never be me –
Agnes – never to exude happiness –
she perceived self-worth in correlation
w/ her social media amount of likes for
validation –
She would never contribute to the world to be –
unique onto herself nor instill others w/ envy –
that comes from the confidence of knowing that
she was the only one to which these qualities
she possessed –
That others would strive to find in themselves
something they saw in her to cherish to say,
“Damn, that Agnes – so fresh!!!”
being in her presence – you could truly feel
blessed –
the acknowledgement of being just here –
Agnes wanted to disappear –
Agnes was a joke –
a misquote, an evaporation –
a hesitation –
an occupation of wasted time and a question
of why –
like being on the receiving end of listening to
rappers – regurgitating the same ole same ole
in they rhymes –
all lies – WAVE goodbye –
Why that good shit be so hard to find? But seek
and you shall find –
in the private confides of her house –
she sat comfy as a lump on her living room couch –
doing what she always did every early
afternoon –
She would punish herself for being Agnes –
by painfully pulling her hair out – bleed out –
the pull of her hair follicles forcibly from
her scalp –
was removed –
partially to relieve –
and punish herself –
because she couldn’t have Steve –
every woman who ever breathed wanted Steve –
Steve Carr cavalier who - didn’t have a care –
bob and weave Steve –
hi-post he nosebleed –
Agnes – antics – childish
infatuation –
tragic – toxic – it felt like love –
Agnes was hooked on Steve – fiending for his
affection like drugs –
All his life it seemed – that things were easy –
handed to him on a tray – Steve was living the dream
Steve appeared well-adjusted, reliable, polite, and
to his neighbors he was kind –
which – all – sums – up – Steve –
OR – so we believed –
A bachelor who volunteered his time to
service the community –
just last week, he helped out w/ the middle school
fundraiser to recruit sponsors to donate
funds to get new football equipment
because he saw –
kids as an investment in our future –
for a better world to live in –
He loved cats, all-around good guy Steve –
too good to be believed –
All the ladies were wondering – whose soul
do I have to sell? What did they have
to do –
to fuck a hunk of beefcake like you –
Damn, shame how Steve could be single
in this day and age –
Was he a hoarder? A mama’s boy? Or
disappointingly, was he gay? – ladies
lining up in droves to volunteer for his gay
therapy conversion –
Well-proportioned slender and well-dressed –
Steve had a face ladies would kill to sit on and
getting dug out by Steve –
would be so dreamy and an event they would
relive and cherish forever –
He owned the local real estate agency
house hunting is where Agnes first encountered
him –
and no-one in town –
had a bad thing to say about him –
so it was odd when his neighbors watched
from across the street as the police
arrived @ Steve’s door in the early
afternoon – on the first week of June –
Everyone was ready to clear away the cobwebs
Of a rainy Spring so it was the 1st bright
sunny day to remember –
The door was barricaded blocked off w/ police tape
when the ambulance arrived –
to all the neighbors’ surprise –
When the lady next door, Ms. Lacy Peppard Cogwell –
called the cops to complain –
about a funny, пweird smell coming from the
toolshed in Steve’s backyard –
even before reaching out to the authorities –
she tried to reach Steve –
directly for up to a week –
before she became too overwhelmed
by the reek –
the night before she called the police –
Ms. Cogwell thought she heard screaming for
help in the middle of the night during the
week –
but dismissed it as TV and went back to sleep –
But the next night – she thought she heard
the same distinct plea for help –
but thought again that it might be TV or a
figment of her imagination but the scent
gradually went from irritative to downright
pungent rather quickly –
she had no idea where the scent could be
emanating from originally –
for all she knew –
it might have been a rodent trapped that died
in a wall –
the horror that happened here –
had everyone so appalled –
to the shock of the neighborhood –
from the house –
The police carried out the body of Steve –
w/ their camera phones out –
the neighbors stood in disbelief –
dead and stinking it was Steve –
who’d want to hurt somebody like Steve –
After the coroner drove away with his remains –
A young woman was being escorted out the
house by the two cops into a squad car –
her eyes darting back and forth squinting
to turn away – from the brightness of the day –
using her arm wrapped around a blanket
to shield the sun from her eyes
the young woman from under the blanket
was naked and looked a fright –
her torso matted w/ dried blood and caked
dirt unwashed –
gravely thin and would probably be better off –
if Steve’s cat ate her corpse –
like a drunk surgeon –
Steve severed her tits –
and hung ‘em on his fridge like magnets –
to the dismay of no status Agnes –
Agnes – in anguish – lovelorn – she still grieved –
over Steve –
She just didn’t want to be here anymore –
she was a sandwich in an open window screaming
“EAT ME, EAT ME!!!” unworthy to be a leftover
an inedible so unbelievably forgettable –
the thought of another day continuing
the same way underwhelming predictability
of a routine w/o Steve – was too hard to believe –
so she followed the coroner to the morgue –
Agnes snuck into the morgue and waited –
And hid – she had to stay calm – it was hard –
she couldn’t breathe - she would finally –
be alone – w/ Steve –
as the coroner left the room –
Agnes was faced w/ his remains –
she quickly undressed –
soaked between her legs, she was wet –
Agnes straddled Steve’s lifeless corpse –
transitory is flesh and blood –
true enlightenment is love –
glands in her mouth produced saliva
in anticipation –
Agnes onto Steve leaned back and lunged –
Her mouth opened wide bearing down
w/ her incisors tearing off the flesh
of Steve’s left cheek –
Red meat –
excitement –
the blood pooled from her mouth as if
seethed –
Agnes continued to feed –
no longer a memory –
Steve will live on within me –
a part of me –
this is my declaration of everlasting love –
as I consume his flesh –
Steve’s blood is my blood.
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2. |
This Night Amok
03:09
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God, I’m not sure of you existence -
but won’t call you out your name as insurance
but in case you are there and I’m not aware -
I won’t blaspheme -
I’m Ballbeam, the Big Sauce Handsome hand grenade Rob
the Ishmael Reed of MC’s - so far out - that my writings
enticing to June Tyson -
my real is surreal when I cobra cuddle
no recoil clutch a microphone - meet the new Ted Joans
been that -
will be that -
stay that -
Abstract - use my head for more than a hat rack
tryin to reach my cloud -
taking the stairs I’m above it -
Lord of everything my light touches - Mr. NightFall
Mr. Wack never that always forever extratalest -
w/ that drop dead fresh
it’s when I close my eyes ‘til I rise - no 9 to 5 -
my burdens I’m too fly - I belong in the sky -
my drip add water you DROWN you flood w/ the ferocity of a
leaky faucet
savagely speaking - if I’m wrong, then who’s right?
creatively lawless - the God you can touch w/ text
slay then raise from the grave in 3 days
I’m Jesus - my hot rod is a T-Rex
preying on minds fatalistic artillery articulate
words vivid - like staring out a windowsill
to these flavorless - bland as water
room temperature tepids -
Y’all got yellow teeth and rock waves
cause you spent more time brushing the wrong shit -
I can’t ride that wave - so much for priorities
A crowbar dislodged your soul from your body -
each tic of the clock has become your foe -
I’ll admit, though - that you’ve got gusto in your pursuit
of failed ambition - y’all fell off like Tumblr -
after the porn restrictions -
I’M FROM NEW YORK WHERE THEY SPREAD LOVE LIKE BEDBUGS
to a mind swaddled in squalor -
tryin to explain the concept of time to a toddler -
Time, a measure of duration linear -
this is the termination of your linear duration -
laid in waste your dreams in debris -
vivid in 3D - when I’m feeling indecisive -
I tie a chain around a rapper’s neck -
tie the other end around a pole -
then drive as fast as I can go -
throw the decapitated head into the air -
yell heads or tails -
somehow, it always lands on heads, I suppose -
You a whimper trying to whisper futile in the ear
of a brazen blaze - don’t burn
sweeter than plum wine you bitch macho benign
washed up - you a wash cloth
the passenger pigeon who flew into a fan -
he’s duck sauce
I’M FROM NEW YORK WHERE THEY SPREAD LOVE LIKE BED BUGS
Santa going out of business because of abortion -
that type of bullshit -
Santa doesn’t exist,
you twit -
roses are red -
Smurfs are blue -
they ran out of glitter glue and can’t shine like you
failed miracle -
trust exercise distressed trauma
in a Costco
soggy urine stained thong -
a dead shark for a bong -
a tea kettle makes better songs -
gloatingly as that
shitbag Zimmerman signing autographs on a pack
of Skittles despicable -
Mike Vick as Dr. Doolittle -
happy Negro -
shackled by zeros -
to do the bidding of status quo
even if I play quiet on tippy toes
everywhere I go -
an apocalypse follows -
slipped into the beat like a kimono
I’M FROM NEW YORK WHERE THEY SPREAD LOVE LIKE BED BUGS
Abused crews in a theme park of pain
measured in mass put-weight on the name -
I radiate my own sun -
foraging graves to raise a calvary -
This Night Amok
no clemency -
it means nothing to me -
to shit on MC’s -
over crowds - I’m a circus performer
on the trapeze -
w/ diarrhea
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3. |
Anti-Star System
07:24
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Hemlock Ernst v.1
action reaction to law
factions defeated by walls
forcing the fictions to seed
this encryption deleting my all
circuits in service to purposelessness
vertebrate verdigris
urban resurfaced to merger with merchants
disfiguring currents of culture
echoing vultures — serpenting, side-winding, co-signing
popular icons and high value artisans and their artifacts
can’t tend to void what you holler back
seek and destroy what you paid
all that you gave
three shades that’s ingrained
you jettisoned efforts to crescent the purity evident in every crevice
incredulous urgency — cynical
sycophantic — symptomatic of currency
arguing over the status of status
the stasis of dead homo sapiens
treated as trinkets, delinquents, and atoms in sequence
out-of-sequence by the graphs you deleted
science mixes bodies
muddies faces/dictions
people/hair/fire
metal/platelets/friction
at an arm’s length — a subtle pointillism
you can see it breathe
how he held the ‘ism
how he held the ‘ism
sitting in the middle of a red room
at the dead center of a black star
sitting in the middle of a blue room
at the dead center of a black star
anti-star…
Beans v.1
This is New Age Asphyxiation w/ mic cords
tarot card King of Swords -
action weaver of strange fires
put the panic on watts -
frenzy illustrated when my powers prevail
a blade in the trick or treat
that roars rapping your pain in closed caption
no love w/ the sound phased out
no peace a repetition in ashes -
as above so below buggin’ out -
like animals in cages collages -
the cadence is a maze of no emergence -
voices from HELL pay homage
Take their hats off - the fire cries out in hunger
when I was younger I hungered and never
satisfied - now I’m older still bolder
and never placated -
I know hunger - it wasn’t far for me to remember -
in a crowd of scars called memory -
I never severed -
harmly hardly under a palm tree
rock the body, body so healthy and hearty -
bury a body harshly bashed w/a nail-studded wooden plank arch-rivalry -
hovering at 40 ft. wingspan apathy -
trapped between the lines -
writing my way out -
my escape route -
was a trapdoor when I fell through the floor
in a flask of bad serum-
it’s the autobiography of poison gas in full bloom
taken all your birthdays with the waves crushing you -
wack effeminate rap - tits tattooed on its back
made myself into a drug intoxicant to fly as a pilot - on a flight-
working from home your face called in sick-
non-odor-resistant funk game of surprise calligraphy hostilities urn -
dog w/ no bite bark loud litany assail
lion ate literature des-tabl-izor 28 centimeters wide incisor roar
no recompense penmanship -render yours worthless -
my verse vs. your verses
a relationship to living better in retrospect devoid of touch or taste an endless darkness -unrest of death
subdued rinse you - shitheads colonic - quiet and catatonic
the papyrus hybrid - ink designer virus -
the dialogue of a plaque - viperette in a phase
zap fantastique take a look at ME NOW
American Tint - war is a verb the color is cruel -
make money money talk playing w/ her money bags
I smoke any hairy who w/a harem of outworldly
words - that bewildered perpetrators of a fraud - denounced dormant -
phonic pus exude a discharge of ooze -
rhymes Saturn rings around you -
bag of zeros hang yourselves achieve new heights -
no fresh in your formula -
a spraycan of goof be gone dung thrown@ the frail - don’t waste your tears or rust -
your world ends w/o warning -
a walk of shame towards epiphany of a fond memory
no longer a friend - drop shit on ‘em
microphones I been accident prone -
got your self - esteem running out of steam
to the beat it’s Bliss Killer Ballbeam -
Hunger Reaper well-fed the reaper for rent
un-alives you - as if you black and not wearing a name tag-
you ain’t leaving Subway w/a AT4 rocket launcher
on your back w/o leaving in a body bag
no compliance -
you can forget it -
they shot Pamela Turner in Texas when she was pregnant -
I dreamed that I was a prisoner
and the shackles was love -
and love was too self-absorbed to grant affection in return
but I was afraid to give it a chance to try -
Dejected -
I dreamed I was an astronaut floating away from myself -
that found himself w/nowhere else
to turn -
Hemlock Ernst v.2
offering paupers a posturing pendulum
pending dimensional codas in swallowing
overtures oboes and obelisks symphonic monolith
scarecrow of terrorists railroad the populace
feed at the feet of conglomerates
bleed at the knees from abandonment
tear at church, bury their head in the earth
burn down the perish and perch, that is perishing
inside primordial kerosene heaters that feed us
the rats for the hogs and the hogs for the fetus
the lack of a rawness the reason they need us
the reason they eat us
they eat us
fist over fist the abyss of mechanical engines, don’t tire
or cling to the lyre
the Pling Plang Plung
interstitial to cigarette choirs that swallow the wire
and Sing They Sung
smoking hopelessly chimney stacks opening
belching an animas
billow amalgamates
birthing Heironymous ominous abstract american arrogant dominance
critics of artisans business as usual
sitting in the middle of a blue room at the dead center of a black star — thinking
as force feeding a foster child on false icons
infuses a lack of love
devolving into abused states of relation
a shell forming equation
you’ve invested in cinematic eradication
an infatuation with prat falls
the harder the death star forming over mouths foaming
moths to origami flame
ostracized the bloody born tame
metastasized the digital footprint of genius
what genus do you call fiendish — english
parasitic papacy in chains — my aim
took it from a book you were given because it shares your name
FAME
you wanna learn to live forever
you better learn how to die, quick
blind sick
lay yourself on the cross before you fly
parallel betwixt the sediment and the sky
forever a monitor and no reminder…
Beans vs. 2
The assaults of Ahmaud, Breonna, and George of the most recently forcibly removed
started once we crossed these shores with the sorrow imbedded in the soil -
due to Covid, we remain quarantined for our safety you can’t leave but I’m exhausted
by what I read on my news feed -
everyday - yet it’s derelict to turn away -
words are the wick of a powder keg when none were previously held accountable-
as the nights burned like Nikes when Kaepernick was kneeling-
peaceful protests tattered in pieces people riot for the police unprovoked
barrage of chastisement-
frustrated as the writer once words failed -
Elon Musk launched Space X -
on the day of protests -
during a pandemic looking for a quick way to leave -
I guess the 1% are in a rush before Bunker Bitch Donald hid in a bunker-
he played golf as the world burned-
all in all - looking back -
2020 was a cheese grater vibrator -
beyond wack -
a sad fact -
and on top of that -
Amy Cooper got her dog back
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4. |
Lyedecker
07:12
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Yo, I had a dream I was Ballbeam -
a rather blunt, less tactful -
Scare-O-Dactyl
back when black babies was gator bait and
what hogs ate -
chronic flatulence explained the stench
of my fake funeral home burying corpses
in my backyard and a jar filled w/ hundreds
of teeth w/ gold fillings of these
Max Schreck - biting no clue tracksuit
Nosferatu who -
sold tickets to stimulate their taste receptors
on my testicles - as a prize offered in raffle -
a word weaver wizard w/ vitiligo -
a man w/a lion’s face
w/ ears and head of a water buffalo -
then I woke up but it wasn’t
a dream -
everything was as it seems -
I’m from that Luke and Laura era -
Angie and Jessie era -
Ted and Dixie -
Erica and Dimitri -
when love in the afternoon -
becomes intolerable again by 6am -
fried like the wrong end of a crack stem -
the thing I hated about taking the 1st early
morning train to Poughkeepsie from Grand Central
is sharing the public bathroom w/ the dead living -
the sight of watching the dead living -
Specters- w/ their tissues almost liquefied
and mummified skin and tendons
making their way towards disintegrate -
bones that will soon break -
as their soft collagen inside them
begins to deteriorate -
leaving nothing but the brittle mineral frame
the personification of the blight of MAN
and we’re comfortably callous to the
casual indifference - we’ve
developed a tolerance
the dead living -
bathing themselves in the sink
nauseating the scent of the
unbathed ungodly becomes visceral -
as if the stench was an extended limb
tapping you on the shoulder -
demanding your undivided attention -
none left unscathed -
the fumes which emit from these
ass wretches of hell demand that
you finish your business as hurriedly as humanly possible -
just to evade contamination of their filth through proxy -
a stigma of illness -
BEANS is just that crazy uncle of Hip Hop -
kept in the attic nobody talks about -
outside -
it’s humid but his teeth are chattering -
he’s sitting in a chair teetering
and we were told not to tell -
putting GOD on mute -
the uninitiated grew weary as he
murmurs quietly in a corner
a mantra over and over to
himself -
skull sizzle -
it’s skull sizzle -
that skull sizzle -
so skull sizzle -
BEANS is a spider w/a scorpion’s tail previously
encased in amber -
assigned gender and race to GOD
so do you -
see the deity in you?
roast an ox drink rum
administered oath w/ drawn blood -
mixed w/ gunpowder and grave dirt
distribute the mixture to drink
w/ the promise of protection -
and capture a bullet w/ bare hands -
a venomous ulcer that threatens to disperse
malignancy -
that’s what it means to me to MC -
infectious and crafty insurgencies -
share words in a collective dream like film -
fluently musically a nightmare no leash
agonizer insurrector no gas mask
you ain’t Garett Morgan you gassed -
never ask permission to make change -
ask for permission it won’t change -
balance disrupt orator special overtone
to the ordinary through auditory -
fertile territories vast to cultivate images
to connect one piece @ a time creating
a storyline -
through a journey writing my way out -
write - to shed light start a fire w/a lemon -
took a nap in a morgue got cremated -
molecules ripped apart at the subatomic level -
air arranged in rotation -
like a babysitter tying a toddler
suspended to a ceiling fan centrifugal -
a fan enthusiastically devoted to
persona -
OH, ye of big dreams and low result -
what a vast vault of insufficient funds
you are -
Bitch Macho y’all be rhyming like y’all gender swapped skin suits -
beam voices in your skull w/a telepathic ray gun -
the voice tells you -
weep now -
your lord hates you -
relax, and worship me -
this is disinformation -
invisible radiation -
malignant -
how you claim you rhyme you benign
you fake news tsunami -
I aspire - to be a bonfire -
a halo of barbed wire -
to fold you like clean clothes you -
you past due took aim but misfired
ate MC’s like toenails -
made enchiladas out they entrails -
Mr. host a bake sale to build a bomb -
Pyramid Scrawl
flame out a scroll -
impact of stepping on a Lego -
the point of contact painful -
no unicorns to jizz rainbows -
frigid as if the anal probe was an icicle -
no wonder your attitudes be so off tempo -
so angelic -
even my poop has halos -
a decorative garnish -
this is pink Himalayan salt
on fried fruit -
Wuhan bat soup -
y’all sturdy like Trump’s border wall -
I’ll huff and I’ll puff then a gust
of high winds blows down all a y’all -
forward momentum of your trajectory in
deficiency - lyrically estranged -
but my BLACK MAMBA ASTRA -
is a non-conventional propulsion mass reduction device w/ vertical
electrostatic lines charges in each corner to generate a force
per volume combining lift and propulsion -
comprised of an inner resonant cavity wall
an outer resonant cavity and microwave emitters
electrically charged outer resonant cavity wall -
microwave emitters create high frequency
electromagnetic waves through the resonant cavity to vibrate in an
accelerated mode repulsive gravity -
my BLACK MAMBA ASTRA -
flown through a void
air resistance reduced generating a vacuum -
sails smoothly the void within vacuum -
in a triangular hull -
I traverse -
flying around - making friends w/a cloud
in a wonderful view -
hovering over you -
for simplicity -
my BLACK MAMBA ASTRA -
is a black Dorito shaped flying saucer
w/a hole in the middle -
I’m James Banning moving @ speeds that exceed exceptional -
with all the excitement of blank paper
I’m Lyedecker - Jim Brown’s obsidian cowboy
in 100 rifles
Fucking Raquel Welch -
Fucking Raquel Welch -
in a frenzy, ecstatically, enthusiastically -
w/ all the savagery that he can muster -
a plague of locusts -
my pen no pleasantries -
the bulb @ the end of the tunnel extinguished
this is coronavirus w/a splash of lime and cauterize rappers rapping -
in a premenstrual fashion
running your mouth ain’t an exercise
another fill in the blank fuck rapper who never fails to fail
all blunder and all breadcrumbs to hell
infertile w/ word spawn and the beats you on is stillborn - they don’t move me -
unrealized - I am SARS West Nile
E. Coli Bird Fly Swine Flu Ebola
Zika - through your speakers -
pandemic - I am fear -
that periodic epidemic that happens -
during an election year -
wash my hands of your fate -
I’m Pontus Pilate -
my aura is violence -
the 2 plus 2 is 4 undisputed
brute audio abnormality cool decimator
rappers bought toilet paper in bulk
and got shitted on -
I’m a 365 days of the year bad mood -
to your parade of ineptitude -
choked and manhandled -
playing small is cancelled -
social distancing myself from MC’s hurt by their own expectations -
rappers grew arthritic -
trying to hold onto hope -
Bleak - a hopeful idea that died in its sleep -
your pain is my wine -
let’s feast on your grief -
a worldwide recession -
a poor lack of immediate response of the imminent spread of a virus -
brought on by a worldwide display of idiots -
reinforced by the lack of visibly adequate leadership -
A global disaster Voltron -
I write this -
quarantined in my house slippers
when holed up failed to hold up -
but this ain’t a party and if so -
blow out the candles, where’s the cake? -
unemployment
no income
out of prayer is enough of a reason to celebrate -
up the stairs -
on the door to the right -
in the bedroom -
his body hung by a noose made of his out of office neckties -
looped over a crossbeam -
no broken fingernails -
no wavered decision -
no lacerations -
no hesitation -
on the floor -
in front of the bed was a kicked over chair -
urine on the rug underneath the body -
as the smell of excrement wafted
in the air
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5. |
Hammerhead Corvette
08:36
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My pen is not your friend
it’s an aberration w/no adjacent
awesome town population one pulitzer pulverizer
the goodbye man mazetalker minotaur
the malicious meticulous maelstrom
monsoon of misery deathtrap nostalgic
diabolical devilry that I devised -
broken blossoms weeper under the woe
like a guy - on his back - supine - getting his ass licked -
until his house set on fire by her husband -
moneybin shark still think while it’s legal -
spit tighter than a tourniquet weaved into a carpet walking all over you
premature first bump disappoint on a good day on his rap application -
as occupation, he wrote “clown”
weary willie as Emmett Kelly regulated to sidecar -
words in convoy escort a rapper walking under a ladder lead to distress
imitating manhood follow in footsteps of fathers they never met - marked absent -
sonically disrupt that delusional vision is 20/20 suppress neuro-splicer @ your walnut
they wept weaponized quill mercurial giddy up rodeo prose rode rhythms
equestrian -
you a riot acting up but ain’t a thespian
global warming to polar caps scorn
gaggin’ on goo -
so much flavor you can taste it like a sommelier
Malbec sour grapes it’s red -
my pen is not your friend -
it’s a Hammerhead Corvette
upside the heads of MC’s -
w/a sock full of batteries burst -
through they verse - like a xenomorph birth
in Alien - a forced cesarean -
fly like a Thanagarian -
glad we got a Space Force as Biden rejects single pay -
Kenneth Copeland , Trump’s Man of God, will pray the RONA away
take a birthday injecting all a y’all w/ Lysol
no vaccine for stupid vanquished by midnight
on Easter by revitalized Zombie Jesus in 80’s Jordache acid jeans -
Covid- 19 - vaccine in bear bile Ballbeam -
Bloomberg spent 9 hundred million on a failed campaign -
after the pandemic hit -Bloomberg ain’t spent shit
Jim Baker claims Trump’s safety cone Cheetos powdered tint -
is the Holy Spirit -
you the type of dumb muthafucka to defund the World Health Organization
during a global pandemic -
to deflect from your suckas game -
to shift blame unraveling before our eyes forced to resign unless you vote by mail -
then the Postal Services collapse -
comfort in the cocoon of days past -
like Democracy - you a wrap -
ya D -minus disco calamity half wit Hamlets animus hark the herald declared a heretic
Heretic Anguish scalp MAGA hats hats off to a heathen,
ya moth cocks be kind to my mind -
I turned your shit off -
for scraps, you beg - for that societal -
kiss on the forehead these fists
pummeled face into cubist abstraction -
dull as a butterknife for wrist cutters
it’s mid-August outside, it’s a 100 degrees -
tacky like socks during sex embarrassed
that you’re wearing long sleeves
cause you cut wrists horizontally -
instead of vertically -
missing all your vital arteries
y’all playing -
my suicide hotline you call in for tips
so heed this advice -
for next time, get it right so I won’t repeat myself twice
cause my pen is not your friend -
it’s an aberration w/ no adjacent
futile as tryin to wrap arms around a memory -
it’s disposition far from being friendly
ugly girls protesting stay at home, please take the mask off -
your labia’s Flint water tea gas station sushi
ghastly galaxy terrornaut talk that talk
in my bag when I go off -
schmucks couldn’t be more open if they
bent forward, spread they ass cheeks,
grabbed they ankles, and coughed
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BEANS New York, New York
Accomplished abstract poet. Early architect of electronic-infused beatscapes. Founding member of legendary left-field rap act Anti-Pop Consortium
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