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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...

White T

itsy bitty little fears

like the son, I might care

slim case of tall stairs

they came outta no where

to quarter off the area

no clothes no sneakers

no heart or aorta

stripped bare to my ink

not to some place

but out of the brink

that manhole cover

no longer in the dirt

I think

I'm the fuck out

to find some threads

that match my worth

wade in wine

up to my waist

glasses clink

and crack

slide the mirrored edge

along the side of my face

I open up like an

envelope apostle

sipping the holy grail

an occipital skull bone

all the dark red alcohol

flowing thick as molasses

out the back of my glasses

in them jars of clay

thats where you'll find the rest of me

that's where you'll find the pedigree

toking on my ashes

pass along the flask kids

when the bottom dry

that my time I'm gone

I'm the slurring in your speech

smoke rings from you's

pouty lips they fuse

dissipation since the breech

not unlike me to say the least

ya can see the blood coming through my

stitched shirt

mer de noms rustle like my white ears

perked

as I bite my lip shank back the tears

yea it hurts but I been bleeding

through my fresh gear for years

finger to my forehead

finger to my chest

finger to my shoulders

left then right respectively

aware of my mortality

still I go without a vest

I'm askin' for prosperity

through what's them means

I don't know man

but I ain't askin' no questions

so whateves it be

thankfully through zipper teeth

these scarred up knees

reverently we blessed be

lordy lordy

what's my next test?

where's the swagger you meant of me?

reminding myself constantly

lest I let the better g

stumble and FORGET

http://soundcloud.com/poeta-1

(Paris) Arm 65

Don't let the frantic

dawn blood shed in the rat pit

open up the comatose

shed light onto the vanished

breathe air into the lungless

break the speed of sound

with bass blown from the lamp lit

trace clones now throw

eliminate the duplicates

shadowed faces

dropped down and out

blade feign to pout

freight sought to catch

rip wide the batch

slay wash the match

smoke em if ya got em

cuz I flail like I'm haunted

burn dreams like braille

like I'm too frail

still out for the wanted

all static no stale

wind to the sails

like I haven't forgotten

that the spirit won't last

cut and paste sense slash

dotted line determined

we's still of the vermin

so bottoms up humans of humans

and drink deep

cuz I'm still here yo

til the last daft the last crash

the last laugh the last sermon...

ya steeped...

knuckles to knuckles...

heart of the secret we keep...