Untitled Song

Splinter from a solid into a rain of cutting knives,

broken mirror ego disturbs the barefoot lives, scrape it together and sigh

or grip it and take it inside, i don't give a shit if you listen to me

because edges can bleed the unwise

 

Decouple the linkages feeding you high-def shit

selfies with a life vest off on a sinking ship

bit your lip, be ware what i cough, cuz it always precedes what i spit

lyrical magic, dew from tall grasses

i stand back and scope then i assess

winds like beats and updrafts like snares

like a gull like a hawk an albatross massive

rockin cloud-tall cumulus, stormcloud hubris

turn sand to glass- lightning strike- when we do this

fresh-rain newness, meets the dust around

the clueless, who have finally realized what muddy truth is