Let's sit down and blaze one over some thoughts
fly it high fly it straight into a deep swarm
born to boil over the pots
steam burns the skin clean
reminds us of our scars and keeps us mean
reminds us to fly as it keeps our minds
sharp is constantly testing our might
ridding us of unnecessary soft spots
and grown out of appendages
versatile vestiges
lacking in penmanship or any moving parts
in case of when the heart won't start
the willingness is the first
of the serving to pack away to embark
and the unwilling?
well let's who see the water coming
come to gather to construct an ark of sorts
some called a lark of course
a source of inspiration still more than remorse
discourse at the hands of our own
self created thieves villains and whores
some how I think we've been down
this cobble street one too many times before
the dim street lamps seem so bright after the darkness
that I must lower my eyelids strained and sore
but still there is a flicker maybe even a spark in the corner
of a scratch a mark in the very center of my core
the echoing chambers of my heart a central park
a cathedral in the heat of the night the dark
the right kind of light you could only see
if you knew you had been watching it straight from the start
remark that the gradient skews at angles sewn sparse
the swarm swam against the current and once I joined it
once we had finally intersected
I knew what it meant to be a part of the flurry
the hurry the burgeoning creative fury intertwining
so let's swim hard as a torrent
let's construct a bridge and swim under it
out of away from the torment
let's come together to become indivisible
let's dig out a new swim hole to spiral
outwards forever evolution centrifugal
a swarm of hoppers
the grain under the bark
a home for the larks and those
with vocal chords and a spastic
brackish set of choppers
splayed synonyms width ways
we chomp out the verbs
alleviate the words
and let the chainsaw heart song be heard
inject phonetics for simplicities sake
pull the f out of life so my hull can be full
even after death's day sang until our vessels sank
and when we're decomposing the dirt and dank
our voice'll still ring loud 'cause our
throat's the sky and that shit'll never rot away
for when we speak in time with one another
we are segued into / directed into
mud spilled skin that I'll never wash clean
water and ash and all the elements
we are of so we are the universe
now you know what I mean when I speak
of the natural progression's directionless directive
diverged and shoving under the harvest moon
remember how we kicked
each other's teeth in every fortnight at noon
though it was always with love
but we just dug the way
the blood gleamed across the window pane
and I just loved the supposed confusion
and what we did to remain
in the grasp of the stain's complexity
shone brilliantly in all ways
though varying it's opacity
depending on the audience
some see what they got
while other's see what they want
some see the fights that they fought
while other's manifest flight
like they already got wings
like the sky is theirs to sing
so we don't worry about our dreams
cause we got a life to bleed
and it seems that we won't stop
until we squeeze out every last ounce
every last pound every last sound
every last drop
so let's fly hard as a torrent
let's construct an infant sky and dive into it
out of away from the torment
let's come together to become indivisible
let's birth a new bright star to spiral
outwards forever evolution centrifugal
