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HUP TOO

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This mission is open to all, unspoken for, yawning in the hall

wet, we’re a collection of works; modern galleries feed on batteries,

pics smattered on the glass of a cell’s intangible canvas.

Go easy flip your easels; life’s a collapsable matter.

We gonna do some damage! (We gonna do some damage!)

Get the whole package.

I drop Western cultural bombs; over America’s spacious merited skies,

unforgettable words loop like previous lives. I long for a mission,

a patriot confides. Intuition from God; an irrepressible urge,

like an erection, He’s been flexible; firm. Here’s my seminal work.

Pilot my spaceship nightly then back to the desk again at daybreak I up and return.

Computer mouse prowling. Stare too long. Burn out the eyes.

Subtle hiccup of a double clicked button,

Browse like bees, till finally the hexagonal honeyed sweetness spins

instinctive from the paragon’s fractal deep molecular designs,

half asleep, mind a sunk schooner fathoms deep,

slog through an Atlantic sea of a drug’s confusing fleeting freedom,

Waves of lunatic aromatic green,

counterintuitive, will I find lasting peace in verses in erratic beats,

as I’m surfing frantic seas?

Open-ended stumbling words like grumbling-hungry ocean birds enjambed.

Each stanza is a dampened beach.

Mixing and sipping canteens of what we believe

is mass uniqueness.

My mind’s engine runs dreaming half asleep,

I’ll window wipe and squeegie deep meaning off the back off my

eyelids’s flashing screens.

Consume a splash of sacrosanct tea behind the scenes,

shit where is my mind where is my mind?

on the

ONE truth? listen as the hero decides, aye.

 A lock step back. We’re in a spot.

Revile nihilistic solipsistic thought.

Like young soldiers who shovel spoons cafeteria style,

My destiny is unsteady; but with psychosensory memories,

a healthy heavenly identity separate from direct heredity,

keeps me ready and feeling that I’m the best that He ever said I was meant to be,

revel in the reverie that I’ll experience longevity,

I reel and believe.

Go on a spiritual spending spree

Speak and create, relate and spread it,

pressing play on the tape,

we’re His dwelling space

Makes home wherever He said it be,

makes me smile like an inexperienced child, propelling me

sometimes we’ll feel the ill sword of disordered grinds, serious trials,

cutting Cheshire outline sickle of a deceiver’s managerial smile:

The lie,

The lie.

Last girlfriend left my brains rinsed,

Cerebellum washed out like a drained sink;

Scope of the problem and Coal gate fizz, mental mouthwash

Soaked her stained, painted lips, I tasted mint

acquainted with impatience

Shots of plastic cap parabellum, I tasted mint

Expectorated unfaithful sips. Steady rate of a wasted clip.

Even today I think I’d frame this madcap relationship a locked up chained wrist

it was all just a three-month ribbon-like winding untraditional trial of

fatalistic dissonant minds with an exhibitionist side,

Romantic crap, elastic straps, fantastic rack, a nasty trap.

I was dated for dollars, data, and lies, I want my plastic back.

Used to be lip locked,

now on a shrink’s couch,

thinking bout ink blots,

and how we’re working the kinks out.

Since then I’ve changed my tune, no undue influence against the truth,

no longer blind to the blues,

but now like yo corduroy pillows I make headlines…

Let’s break the news!

Stan Lee had-us-believe in this: that superhero hearts could still heave in us,

now we deal with sleeping pills and screaming kids,

defeating lust and achieving peace, we need this! I…

They fight from ships, light guns riff, in cities and valleys,

pop in clips recruiting youth with movies:

shooting rehearsals.

No soothing herbals like shampoo commercials,

the policy’s a leash law, our team is overseas y’all

Only getting home on ringing phones,

keep the eternal hope of free dumb from the killing zones.

A winning goal. Jump at faster speeds.

Young bucks’ horns still soft and warm like stubbed butts in the ash heap,

misbegotten wars, bombastic speech,

nation keeps one eye open never fast asleep.

What will I have wrote in juxtaposition

with the war of attrition in the World News?

yeah.

Forgive those who trespass is the rule

Meet your deadlines

feed your enzymes

Feel the time,

Feel the beat,

I try to light fire with my hands and our feats

In in-finite nights I must have been with it

My intrinsic third eye like a head light,

Synergistic, synesthetic it’s my Favorite trick,

this: basic spacey lyrics steer it.

Shine, in the live atmospherical chimerical bass line

Sign wave goodbye, high, I’ll invite y’all on a picnic,

to dine on the rinds of altruistic rhymes and slight pauses with ice water

plates of reverb, a race to rebirth,

Strive on past lines drawn in the sand, follow my guidon in the bright dawn as my nylon strings unwind into fight songs.

Go and take some time off, crew calm in the dewy morning,

or youth brawling, brew talking,

shooting pool, peanut shells and loose popcorn.