12 Foot Speaker Spoke The Lion "Now Watch Me Float"

The backs of my hands peel into palms and another gripping ten. The nails they grow to a march sounding of bone and flow, a heave exponential and a fractaling of my instrument.

About a centerless river where no dividing crux and knuckle bend can tore or defend I find a jointful temple rich. With current I am finally capable of balancing without attempting to grip.

I am a body of soft palms. No clutch though far from fingerless. I just breathe. And let the bliss rest.

Brick Sayer

I lifted a brick and let it linger on the horizon
hooked between twos stars twisted with twine
spanned the length of the two with wire and
spannered in pilton the residence of a minion
a scanner I recognized as the brick sayer
of my unrelinquished self on a mission
I situate my position on both knees
forehead against the wall
the hole that born the connecting dread
cast it's depth upon great length
my eyeball
the object and the viewer
there are few lifeforms in the sky
that do not gladly accept my skewer
the crackling twitch bird call of I the brick sayer
four layered and effervescent glitching / LED
like I'm kinship to the human machine connection
strobe of things which happen in flashes
I recognize my relationship to it like I'm born
of live wire just as easily as fire is born of matches
as satchels could just as easily
contain c4 explosives or tasteless C rations
nutrition for the boxcar bodies I birthed
there's the passion laughing
decay exchange the synergy
rearrange the bones to let space bend to me
yea you know how we do
we and ours that brick from later days
our atoms splay to display the similarity

Nothing is artificial
we are never not touching
to be superficial is to deny
that you are me and I am you
and that together we are EVERYTHING.

Spiral Out...

You remind me of the most intricately
hand carved purple heart wood door frames
incense lacing the joists
flames flicker to dancing shadows revealing
the swirling smoke in sliding glimpses
superfluous sultry down tempo rhythms
akin to the still fragrance of sacred space
a dancer in the dark spinning wildly forever
you break like beauty spilling fluidly
appearing and disappearing like waking dreams
slotted between the slates of subconscious meditation
memory so vivid I can still feel the warm dancing
shadows of your feet and legs skimming through
the living room and kitchen to find my lower limbs
in the hallowed place of our bed.
In those moments girl we twist together
so perfectly and in those wanted memories
it is there I find the words that one day I will have said...

Aztec

Pinching pennies like microscopic syringes and lances
free.99 face lifts hot aston martins and lasses asses
I bottle the passing of gases like they're
sacramental omens for the futures of masses

Standing Ground

I be faint like a crook with his gimmick written over / looking over shoulder / barely missed the boulder / lucky like a clover / through the gate before it's closure / extinguish hate with the moan of pleasure / my hormonal leisure is never over weight, but damn that shit is heavy / and if you curious girl you dun have to wait cuz I already got five fingers under your belt they're furious as fuck and bound to bust the leavy / a thousand crawling cracks and please believe that ain't water that fills the space / I pry open my rhyme book and between the pages I got 88 keys that lay in wait still and breathing as a woman's lace / I pluck with my pen / and amplify with my tongue / with these two hands is how I bring the bass man with the purple glow of my instrument that's how this song is sung / black and white and all the tones in between / from fuck until fight from dark into light from struck into struck I play your tune perfectly / I do not recognize the color but the sound is so familiar / so if these vibrations lend your ear, then splendid / we'll let one another be the paths upon which we slither, suspended / as we dance back and forth the flame of the torch only rising higher / the trance and perfection / the beauty how at it's mere suggestion / I see before me only progression / direction's in the back seat but he is still driving / there's always dead lines to meet / so I make malleable my space and my time cuz I believe that I can make any and everything into anything I want simply with the power of my will and the machine of my mind / and I believe that we are all gods within our own eternal divine / /

and in my own life / /

man I can tell you that I am not finding what I'm looking for /

and I hope that I never fucking do / /

I be faint like a crook with his gimmick written over / I be slight as the shadows that I'ma ripping through / second looking over shoulder / barely missed the boulder / lucky like a clover / yea that's how I fucking do.