Grief, to some it sticks, static
only release you to go anabatic.
Those days between I am unseen, entranced
The gray, the grip, bum trip does still advance.
Chance I took, with baited hook
clipped MY own hoof, steps mistook.
Now through the door, swimmin
you chase your tail, spinnin
ouroboros, gone sinnin'
come homeward, my traps springin'.
Clingin' to the role of your name
before you paid to get played
you thought laid was made,
so parade any worth, and pray.
Cannibals form caravans,
Cast away all plans.
Early bird beats up the chicken,
at crack of dawn, Yo, early man is clickin’.
kicking back with Chops licked,
they bit on our trick.
Main course of calves roasted, one eyed open flame.
side of du-jour pride, flayed, first born, a whore’s shame
Malicious math for savage path, usurp kingdom, drive rulers mad
Held tears back daily,
we turned gears so today we
bless the master,
he feast on death of his babies.
Now the needle from the hexagon it hunt me,
Feet’ll meet the streets
Cause I called out the company.
“Fed enemies kids?
Drank from skull, emptied crib?
No gesture expresses
my gut’s assessment of sentiments,
cast in absence of taste, chaste is
one who’s battles drive out sin.”
Since this win, it seems my kin finds sin-for-skin,
One hook deep in.
Some sin-to-win, drop levers, wage spins,
sin-sales-men grin, line cast, we swim.
Heard all the way up, blades in state pens.
Shakes and quakes, stakes high, cause fate stalks them
who toast and raise their fans and bid at slave auctions.
A hawk on it’s vector, a gesture of predator’s will.
Balancing the horrid past is unlike hawk’s nourishing kill,
Language of violence applied to fellow, the hate breeds.
Elevator to higher land, run by our hands, been slow lately . . . .
I’ll Rip in like Ripken
Sittin on standby
The quill to script a future
in my grip as I line stride.