well homie first up you got the invisible wounds and the big bag of pills– soon the pain will pass you by like a stranger in a crowd; like the meaning in the now– now, the only things that’ll be left in your closet are the monsters from your childhood and your parent’s skeletons, both of them, of course, without the skulls;
from this side of the gun reality is set to a polarized light– so bright up my life, turn me around– free me like a dandelion’s mane riding the wind like the wave of a crackhead’s pain.
teach me how to die; In death don’t we learn what it is to be alive? that’s like samurai– bullet-proof, shy truth; red flags are rose colored; glasses, flashes– when gaseous feelings touch they solidify;
drawn through– inner zoo Cerberus head, murderous red, this behemoth beast will jam til it’s dead eat or get fed; disheveled dread, disheveled dreads; black hope– shoot knuckles brass weight– move like a statue; wait mind read, don’t reach– even if its high noon baboon, don’t reach; what’s a candy bar to a gun? what’s a black father to his son?
what’s fight to run? we fight to run– it like a game of tag without home base-broke-broken-running in place nun-chucking the weight, ignore all the wait feel your earth quake– shake free not all jails have bars. not all feelings have words.