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 Fire in the hole! Frag out!

Heads up! 

Best duck,

and Scrooge 

the fuck

out, cuz

outtakes?

none

understiudies?

none of the above

or under, please.

From under’d

AI cleaved.

Oh, mega cheese. 

‘Y’all be

redundancied.

Spelled incorrectly, cuz 

I’m not robot.

Ask me? I CAN lie,

and that’s all swell, but

Who wants, busts needs

off ballgame flavored whatnowseeds

Spoiled tasteless 

a waste of homeostasis’

said I, 

the gracelss

ingrate, nameless 

whose face makes days worse 

a flirt-taint big-word no-game big bird

The lame-up the place twerp

but 6’2 with inkworx

and not scary 

which takes work

so, word to ya?

’cept when your 2m vert 

of jerked gash.

heard him tho

 

The Ole Library

  Hi Frutos, corn syrup could there be such a thing as children of the corn syrup would there be such response as Katrina and the waves walking on OxyContin while the Sackler family and Mike Pence do a dance and some do Rob Rob blind other motherfuckers doing Don McCobb no Don macabre Hey reader, want to know something? iPad Dictation function fucking blows.

High as fructose corn syrup 

sappy and Homeric, I’m quite sticky, 

don’t get near Eric,

he eats time

he never leanred

he’s base, all urge

Yes, I eat time then binge and purge 

I don’t support your troop surge

I DANSE MACABRE ON DEAD BEDS

GRAVESTORMIN

PANTS ON FIRE 

POLYGRAPHENE IN-GAME MOURNING. 

I NPC 

No incel

Know ink well

got hold of intel

By the whole-school

by the analog 

bytes of old news

card-catalog.

Work citing LAMF 

3” x 5” cards,

and tiny pencils? 

(AYO my brain’s dick? Way hard)

Periodical shelves

Bardly, quiet, old-self

Knowledge from print- the tactile load,

shouts out to Mill and Darby Roads.

Photo courtesy of Delcolibraries.org

Hearts/Cups

 Knuckle ships and promo flicks

Buckle-up cuz a bunch is fucked

Onward turns the wheel, burnt years

said gears of time, as

tooth-and-cog churn clear

Into, across, abreast, 

both at supine risk

Entwining one-two-me-you

we-be-Us Möbius stripped,

Got this back? 

and yours too

Caustic, conserving. 

Gnostic

Saintly

Spare the sermon.

Get to squirming 

Stay real itchy

Busy

Gritty

look at situations ‘shitty’

Bookface handjobs, PAUSE THE JACKIN

Rook takes Man-slob

Cause for action 

So

Step back, and

So…..

Step-back in

Slow.

Set track 

In low

Gear

Seek not likes

Dear, bro

Grow a conscience 

AFTER GROWING FIRST INSPIRED.

Degrees of self respect I struggle with, 

I’m not fronting like my life ain’t but rubble, shit,

Yet a considerable weight, and rate of conversion comes with

A conscience. 

Tared fair, even when your frazzled and most tired.

A conscience.

Define, dedicate,

 a heart (repaired) 

ain’t entrance requisite 

So act inspired, 

As some say 

‘whose for this?’ 

‘Who got this?’

Let your sensitivity training flex mercifully 

and adopt this. 

New props, gist.

Y-Chrome stock ain’t it.

It’s that ‘stop’ kick

It’s ’halt, stay atop’ think.

Do adopt this,

New ops shift

You can spot this

Sts. Peter-Paul “upon this rock” this

A conscience. 

Hearts are harmony, feelings graphed,

But a conscience is those four bars

The mother loving staff.

Tall Ships

 

Tall ships,

walls hint flaws

in-laws hid

Pussy no bid

Just thee 

Two-kids

Outta high school 

Flying Goose-eggs

have two babies y’all

three more stalled

Hustle tree, truth be, two fed

Bustin free? third eye caught stink-web.

Mom called cold, pitchin TV Guide’s crock 

Paternal paints school walls

Goyishe, low-stock,

Pops straight milk-sop,

did time though, so-props.

I did battery in-home, bracelet.

POPS DID LIKE 4 MONTHS IN STATE 

I never, like-that, faced shit.

PROPS, AND FUCK ‘EM

I’m off the block-weak sauce by the pail 

Micro-character made of chip-steak, 

a 12th grade retro-spade fail,

dug deep 

not far, just far back in time

Wind the clock till it breaks,

blame never-never land 

for lost mind.

(Fly on) Little Wing

 Mid-week and warm one winter

day a hummingbird did enter 

this home passing fairly through an open door. 

Motivated, this colubris 

flirting skyward, stuck, drew hubris 

Unto wings whirled at pane of glass impeded fore 

Nor a visit-more a stutter,

hampered by thy tallest dormer,

Held back, 

as forth-the days of yore. 

A humming-bird flew into the house and was stuck. I HELPED IT OUT. 

After reading HOSEA 11:12 through 14:9

 Who will answer and care,

with an act, not a prayer?

 an act, though 

in providing 

relief,

To the faithful

answers a prayer

de facto   

Unknown-to-unknown

double blind heart-to-heart

one raised up

as another comes apart.

…come apart?

To be undone?

Nah yo,

a piece from one,

unto another 

a puzzling ledger entry

as we come together mightily. 

(Untitled)

 There’s something in my heart

There’s something in my heart 

Ayo, Philly on the right side of daybreak

after serving knight-time, riding for the kids’ sake.

Bones and flames and earthquakes

tectonic shift from-taught hate

to “thought-weight”

Not Black Thought Tariq on scale

Talkin minds not wasted, or for sale, live, from jail,

blind and tethered to read-outs of freshly tared meters

judges and gate keepers, 

affirmative act seekers,

no peaking, just digits to do the speaking 

for their counterpart, 

Divine breath and firey heart. 

There’s something in my heart, 

It says “Go, stand up.”

It’s the fire. 

Provider. 

Soaked In Bleach

 Fill you in, feel what I’m diggin

Luke 5:1, old-time religion

Alas, trust I, almighty wisdom 

Yes, yay, aye, word, 

I AM NOT PROUD. 

Seer! I listen to Nirvana 

There I go, and where I wanna

Northwest passage, class-clown ass-kiss

passive, punk-out I am not proud.

(Ayo! Amongst y’all, who has heard Nirvana’s album Bleach?

Ahh! So dope)

Mr. Moustache, cool song. 

#$%^*&(*()_LOXDFGH_&NJ(M})

 bare-knuckle hustled the fuct outta town

not a scare ‘em, nor bear hug a harem, 

sit down?

and a tale told will take not your time

but your mind

on a short trip-side down

where it’s cubic 

and Euclidean.

Satan’s rubric butthole-asterisked flag apparent?

Who you kiddin?

Sin, inherent. 

Djinn?

Disinherit.

Free it or leave it

no wishes

Know actions.

stay barren.

Stay hungry.

Nay thirsty, at borders,

Surveil, survive, 

conserve yer sweat

not yer water.

Not another-

tale of suprachronological struggle?

Where Sacred feminine and brotherhoods 

raise rubble

To new true heights, way past?

No,

to where

and for all,

before you ask.