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
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
