Omnitempo Maximalism

If it seem that im keepin my speech to a min it aint that i aint speaking
its the position of from the words are leaking just another dendrite
adding harmony to the flow from laugh to where the silence run
ohm mani padme hum i aint never started and man / i aint ever done
i aint gotta speak to be heard
or be anyone special to be the cure or make the line to know it curves
neutral affirmation
cuz in the past i've been destruction
been creation and in between i find my balance preordained
im deep enough to know myself
to take the gun outta my chest replace it with my heart
stash the death up on the shelf life knows what's best
participate and be a part and say what ya gotta say
cuz in the flow it all just glows it all just goes to show
it aint what ya know its what ya learning
that keeps the world a turning...
WORD.xxx.WORD. let's keep this fire burning...

Saffron

I'm de-looping the hard 3 street block rooster

to let him reroute the coup mischief

phoenix freed from out the soup mixture

now her fury's gone stock to the pot's gone

drip

drip

SPLAT out the ceiling fixtures

now this slurry come coupled

with rough floor splinters

saving tips of my fingers

for eating out the sugar cane dinner

when I'll be groovy sly whiskers

tongue got my cat

'til that barstool 6 foot five

I don't know how to measure

but that's some percentage of meters

long as vinage replace the fowl

suffering succotash will have me

less concerned about how

the feathers got in then I am about

how to get 'em out...

I been plucking these hairs 'til my beard bleed thin

thinking on how to meow that little door swing

she sneers perpendicular to my parallel grain

but we both know the truth like that ain't her name

calling 'here pussy pussy, here pussy puss'

still rambling on like different is the same

like the guts still pink what a lie to the brain

like the rudder sun sunk under weight of the strain

so the bow moon rose just to light a new day

ya put away the latches and went straight for the comb

crowing heavy through the wires of your old down town

ya flew 'til your claws watercolored behind ya

blending your DVS kicks in the manhole gradient...

baby, ya got spray paint on your eyelashes

and gypsy in your lips

I forgot that last rhyme entirely

when I saw ya on the strip

inky mushroom finger prints

are to me all you gift

the crystals ran away

and still ya linger like a lisp

my rhythm reach and sways

to carve out across your hips

and find the playing strings

of where two instruments exist

I been plucking these hairs 'til my beard bleed thin

thinking on how to meow that little door swing

she sneers perpendicular to my parallel grain

but we both know the truth like that ain't her name

calling 'here pussy pussy, here pussy puss'

still rambling on like different is the same

like the guts still pink what a lie to the brain

like the rudder sun sunk under weight of the strain

so the bow moon rose just to light a new day

ya flew 'til your claws watercolored behind ya

blending your DVS kicks in the manhole gradient...

~

shtop.

Waddup Pen Pluck?

raiding your parking lot like panty hose got holes

clouding centrifugal sensory forces

to meet and maim the darkened ocelot

the past in folds like gold jewels adorn the nose

a rasta rouse / a crime between me and you

a riot

a matchstick from ballerina orca stitch pirouette

an orchestra slung drunk heavy in the wings

we can get this bird to fly

it just ain't done being built yet

Feb 13th '10

I'm sick of pulling teeth

with her garter lace

but I gotta no touchy

so maintain her gaze

that bare bulb spot on

mother mary halo wreath

she a deity of nothin

but her own estate

without a please

she take my jaw

to the ocean's deep

peg lip ring to the floor

nail an aqua squeeze

before the dust settle

she done a trauma creep

my feet up the mountain

but here my head it stays...

so now I'm a 44 foot can of mace

lanky before the boards broke

now boneless face

down in the muck

choke on my cuss

I said it before about the bodies

how we tend to divy 'em up

teeming tentacles just out of reach

what the ....?

compared to the moment

I was a fucking mute yesterday...