Tall Stories
The red outline of a hand stamped it's way across a covered box of files.
These carefully-clipped fingernails graze the lid while the mice eat away a messy hole
in the bottom-right corner.
I ran my hand through my hair,
In an alley under a dark galaxy two figures sharing a bottle discuss their dreams
Their stars matter to them
One of them had a drink stolen in a dream
The other
Was falling
Falling
Until he fell to this very spot in time.
Smoke a cigarette or something
As I define and redefine
A bag o' lies beggar lies, cross-hair skin
Samson, cut his hair ties fly
Or the magazine guy 5-dollar dream guy lies wide smile
What a liquor store adventure
Actually not, I was convening
Waiting for her outside the grocery, sunny day I might say
Whatever what I am getting at
Lets look at some notes
Feeling silly, foot stuck
Soaked up, putty puddle
The poetry's with the bottle
in the pantry,
Son cheating gun screams
Sun beaming lovely
These depression lessons, expression is limited unlimited
For free stay staring clean combing beaches
for their features,
Carefree- threw key- Americandle
Lit flame - spit game - hit shame, handle
Stable, steadied
But I'm unable, jettison
just kidding I'm hear
and I Suez I'm scent
from heaven
I'll give it all up, upchuck,
fuck it
Take it how I mean it
I think everyone's sick of the circle rub-n-tug
shit
I'll take a magic button or bucket my lover is
in a distance
Come to the piston
Lubricate slick it oil glistens
that's the system
Rape the village techni-color
rainbow prison, fucking take it how I mean it
Fred's here so I gotta dip
fuck it, kiss it, keep it.
A really rough sketch
We are going real slow
Wriggling me, wiggling free into capsulated comfort
Swim friend, I swim in swimmingly
Freely, before or after birth, I'm not sure
Shade me please though naked from that Great White light
Impoverish my night on this stage
My fear, and it's lacking
Bang! Bang our heads together and our brains leak it's tarnished water, rapidly swelling, that slicks the steps
Wrap your cotton fingers around the minute
On my skin, down my throat,
Like the pill we slipped like your dress before you slept like a compliment
With the fall of breaths, were the dreams I tried to harness
Love, lovely love
The inky wet black heavenly depths, in the corner of the masked Merrymen's eyes
Screaming beams tunneling through the sex
Let us play like child-like friends while the Moon exists
I'll glue on my feathers and reach the crest
Where above the clouds none of this mattered anyway
A smokehouse curly-haired golden voice hangs
in between the rafters
Feel for my mug, warm comfort
cheer, laughter
Heart is lifted like my glass
before nostalgia's quiet remorse
I eat the warm food that
comes
And remark up on the Trojan horses who really
provide the course
I feel silly yet I contort
Humility is my source
I willingly eat a morsel of the portion to practice force
I'm a parcel of the package
This is a mantra on a tangent
It's tantric and it's ancient
It's manic and contagious
I'm frantic and a vagrant
I could speak Spanish if I was weightless
As I throw a hammer thru the pain of glass
I'm a magnetic little changeling
Synthetic, for I am breathing
I'm headed for the ying-yang moon on every other twinkling little evening
Missed a couple steps and hit the ceiling
How could there be meaninglessness if there was feeling?
Look inside, shit you deny
You might realize you build these
Times you cried, times you shouldn't have
How we bake our pies, wanna piece?
I'm about to capsize from needing to be alive
So I maximize when a passer-by gives us a knowing eye
And I fantasize about my life and my friend's plights not characterized by our pasts
We're about to die fast
So I'll get to the climax in seconds flat cuz it so happens
Supposedly time lapses by sheer-
Incidentally I must go master other facets of my existence
So I can get to the clearing at the end of the last laugh by accident-
Sky-ridden of countless digits; similes of our exactedness.
in between the rafters
Feel for my mug, warm comfort
cheer, laughter
Heart is lifted like my glass
before nostalgia's quiet remorse
I eat the warm food that
comes
And remark up on the Trojan horses who really
provide the course
I feel silly yet I contort
Humility is my source
I willingly eat a morsel of the portion to practice force
I'm a parcel of the package
This is a mantra on a tangent
It's tantric and it's ancient
It's manic and contagious
I'm frantic and a vagrant
I could speak Spanish if I was weightless
As I throw a hammer thru the pain of glass
I'm a magnetic little changeling
Synthetic, for I am breathing
I'm headed for the ying-yang moon on every other twinkling little evening
Missed a couple steps and hit the ceiling
How could there be meaninglessness if there was feeling?
Look inside, shit you deny
You might realize you build these
Times you cried, times you shouldn't have
How we bake our pies, wanna piece?
I'm about to capsize from needing to be alive
So I maximize when a passer-by gives us a knowing eye
And I fantasize about my life and my friend's plights not characterized by our pasts
We're about to die fast
So I'll get to the climax in seconds flat cuz it so happens
Supposedly time lapses by sheer-
Incidentally I must go master other facets of my existence
So I can get to the clearing at the end of the last laugh by accident-
Sky-ridden of countless digits; similes of our exactedness.
An offer you can't refuse
When the fuse is fixed
Music's mixed
When the fuse is fixed
Music's mixed
Kicks are down
Counselling the console
With a swift stick shift
I'll cruise control
But first I'll enjoy some adhesive elusive
I'm a lunatic and minute
When I am the moon I lose my soul looking at Neptune
Something new
Casualty pole-vault vanity
How you made me grew
Manic candidate for the massacre of many tools
reporting thought for food blues - loose screws
We are now on air and recording so it's half a lie
Proportions constantly magnified
Emotions are just fabric ties
Doctors say I'm alive too young to have died
Distorted by the apple-eye
Resort to trust my own sight
I decide my East and West
Chose the tar sands in my chest
I'm Tarzan running out of breath
Inspecting as I reject
The star's hands as they pump my chest
When all I tried to do was rest
When all I tried to do is rest
An offer you can't refuse
When all I ever did was lose
Our world's a vinyl I'm a groove
We're playing chess make your move
Waste me finality, I finally deserve it,
I'm a criminal because I can't convince the murderer
Taste me melody or clementine
I'm lemon-lime
Waiting in line
I hop in the centrifuge
An offer you can't refuse
Well you always can
Cannonball over the wall
And disappear from awkward view
Mock reviews, talking clues
the three little Stooges
We'll all catch up at Lionel-Groulx
Counselling the console
With a swift stick shift
I'll cruise control
But first I'll enjoy some adhesive elusive
I'm a lunatic and minute
When I am the moon I lose my soul looking at Neptune
Something new
Casualty pole-vault vanity
How you made me grew
Manic candidate for the massacre of many tools
reporting thought for food blues - loose screws
We are now on air and recording so it's half a lie
Proportions constantly magnified
Emotions are just fabric ties
Doctors say I'm alive too young to have died
Distorted by the apple-eye
Resort to trust my own sight
I decide my East and West
Chose the tar sands in my chest
I'm Tarzan running out of breath
Inspecting as I reject
The star's hands as they pump my chest
When all I tried to do was rest
When all I tried to do is rest
An offer you can't refuse
When all I ever did was lose
Our world's a vinyl I'm a groove
We're playing chess make your move
Waste me finality, I finally deserve it,
I'm a criminal because I can't convince the murderer
Taste me melody or clementine
I'm lemon-lime
Waiting in line
I hop in the centrifuge
An offer you can't refuse
Well you always can
Cannonball over the wall
And disappear from awkward view
Mock reviews, talking clues
the three little Stooges
We'll all catch up at Lionel-Groulx
Fuck the pussy on a pedestal
I'll respect you human
Cuz that shit's gloomy and embarassing and we on another movement
Sorry, girlies, that I treated like such
I'll respect you human
Cuz that shit's gloomy and embarassing and we on another movement
Sorry, girlies, that I treated like such
When I couldn't meet the eyes and grew cold to the touch
Always trying to find the perfect one but I never had much luck
Cuz they don't wanna be perfect
People wanna have fun
She said my first love was drugs a nonsensical bluff
The love was gone, so I tried to suck it from a sani-cup
It's a validation wasteland and shit's never enough
My observations the road to soft pasture has always been rough
I'll give you safe passage muffin, i'm tired of all this dying stuff
Shoot a lying dove and give my digits on the cuff
Always trying to find the perfect one but I never had much luck
Cuz they don't wanna be perfect
People wanna have fun
She said my first love was drugs a nonsensical bluff
The love was gone, so I tried to suck it from a sani-cup
It's a validation wasteland and shit's never enough
My observations the road to soft pasture has always been rough
I'll give you safe passage muffin, i'm tired of all this dying stuff
Shoot a lying dove and give my digits on the cuff
The ying-yang moon blank as in any day, a starless sky
Driven fearful by much of a rush of clouds
Thinly puffed almost rusty and beautiful
In the tired sky
Driven fearful by much of a rush of clouds
Thinly puffed almost rusty and beautiful
In the tired sky
And I scurried to my back porch under the deepening sky
and inhaled hot-dog and fried potatoes
And as I begin to scribble these tantrums and inhale more smoke
I'm exhaustively recharged
And think about things like how good and bad are an infinity of systems
produced by countless individuals at the same time all different all co-dependent
All knowing which ones are operative and coin-operated, wouldn't it be a great help?
It's difficult to make it 'enough about me'
Some would say almost always impossible, I almost always say almost and try to be selfish.
I would like to tell a story now but they won't stop starting and I'm too lazy to chart it.
Maybe when I'm older with a beard and a singing career.
and inhaled hot-dog and fried potatoes
And as I begin to scribble these tantrums and inhale more smoke
I'm exhaustively recharged
And think about things like how good and bad are an infinity of systems
produced by countless individuals at the same time all different all co-dependent
All knowing which ones are operative and coin-operated, wouldn't it be a great help?
It's difficult to make it 'enough about me'
Some would say almost always impossible, I almost always say almost and try to be selfish.
I would like to tell a story now but they won't stop starting and I'm too lazy to chart it.
Maybe when I'm older with a beard and a singing career.
Thru the ocean, cup o potion, thru the motion - pictures
Waves of emoticons
Culture rapture, ruptured vulture
Futile mute vibes - fueled light of the yuletide
Nose of Rudolph chained - grill of a station wagon in April
Some change, penny for thoughts no longer circulatin
The mainframe, memento, elemental crescendo
Origami krane game - the same name
Sprayin thoughts about to reload
Headshots scratch off barcodes
Legs like Jello, crinkle like Kringle, tinsel under the mistletoe
As we pick apart the Lego
Forefathers making fortunes from play-dough
Name Knowah is
Been a flowa
I've since seen cats strangled by Cupids boa
Distorted motor, contorted aura, aborted mission
Mastersword is older
Move time buck to and fro, Frodo, Sauron vision, wisdom
Turn-key in lock - and the hand tocks
Where's the door? In the keyboard - Got us a hazmat spot
It's kosher, my cold cuts
Wreck nervous
Sounds of purpose,
Class in succession
Shed funds I pay into tuition
Supernova, son already blew up
Think it crazy, bruh
We super-sane
Like leaves on the tree, symbols dance
Smile spreads, within it I see, everything that will be
For he or she
Shalla-bala raw, Norrin Radd bad
You fold corn raps,
Eye hop on hot flavour like wasabi
Lightsaber samuwriter,
Like what's up b?
Company, death toll
Assembly row
From the get-go, jet-towed
On to the next show - hollow halo
Apollo - NATO
Yin-yang moon, Plato
Sing-sang tune, cable guy
Ring ring, i hear Jesus's on the phone -
Dial-tone messiah
Waves of emoticons
Culture rapture, ruptured vulture
Futile mute vibes - fueled light of the yuletide
Nose of Rudolph chained - grill of a station wagon in April
Some change, penny for thoughts no longer circulatin
The mainframe, memento, elemental crescendo
Origami krane game - the same name
Sprayin thoughts about to reload
Headshots scratch off barcodes
Legs like Jello, crinkle like Kringle, tinsel under the mistletoe
As we pick apart the Lego
Forefathers making fortunes from play-dough
Name Knowah is
Been a flowa
I've since seen cats strangled by Cupids boa
Distorted motor, contorted aura, aborted mission
Mastersword is older
Move time buck to and fro, Frodo, Sauron vision, wisdom
Turn-key in lock - and the hand tocks
Where's the door? In the keyboard - Got us a hazmat spot
It's kosher, my cold cuts
Wreck nervous
Sounds of purpose,
Class in succession
Shed funds I pay into tuition
Supernova, son already blew up
Think it crazy, bruh
We super-sane
Like leaves on the tree, symbols dance
Smile spreads, within it I see, everything that will be
For he or she
Shalla-bala raw, Norrin Radd bad
You fold corn raps,
Eye hop on hot flavour like wasabi
Lightsaber samuwriter,
Like what's up b?
Company, death toll
Assembly row
From the get-go, jet-towed
On to the next show - hollow halo
Apollo - NATO
Yin-yang moon, Plato
Sing-sang tune, cable guy
Ring ring, i hear Jesus's on the phone -
Dial-tone messiah
I've got addictive dormant dysfunction
Cuz I fall asleep to your mumbling
If sleep is Death's cousin - I'ma uncle
Slender fingers fumbling white keys
Eye cringe, ground teeth - gravity bleeds
Following the yellow brick gold
Midas found me
Forget what we talked about but I know he mentioned breeze
Chin up - Back straight - Bones hollow
Cheer up - Happy - Pill swallow
Upgrade - Plastic - Rape our made models
Paper mate, topple over toddlers I'm taking tomorrow
Trickin thru tinseltown sippin sorrow smooth
Down the gullet how I fashion bouncy bullets
Boring since you were born
Borrowing time from a shark get juicy or i'll kill you with interest
Vengeance porn
You driving Astro, I vomit comets
Lets see who makes it the farthest
With this citrus twist
PRIVATE SATURN
It's all about sex, sales and pets
Space and sense,
Painted nails and rent
For women I'm always up, up, up for grabs
Some dudes can always pucker up for jabs
There's no ring, kiss the fist - slung to saturn for that
When I'm sad I'm happy
When I'm happy I'm sad,
When I'm a grandpappy be a blasphemous Dad
My companions are fucking odd
And totally rad
First time I spat rap
Wannada say fuck off and attack
I admit I'd been spent, with a spine bent
But I'm writing song again
In the end I will fade like Oh-Be-One
I relate like a loaded gun
Love to stay, but this is loaded fun
In the present, i'm elated when faded
Too much, my Grolsch crutch, quite gone jinn and ton
Supernova, son, just blew up
Dreaming of being guiseless
Bygone be - Hideaway sideways
Smile, fly away, flee
Might take a while
To escape, make or break, sink or swim
Down barrel out pistol, missile mount guzzle
Fill tummy stuffed, tiny parts, make it spin
Master Human race exacting blinding shards
Sparking successors stem with android hearts
I float like a feather
Bringing MCs to their knees
Catch between the middle e.y.e.
When I squeeze and release
Snatch a star from sky
Watch it die from my thesis
Guy with all the cars you would think he was Jesus
Rock out with my cock out, shout out to my penis
Genesis or Nemesis scar,
Streaking silver slivers
My condescendance is heaven-sent
So I build me up, take me apart -
Reflection subject, no models
You should try it too
Succubus or puppet, time - forget it, I'm coming for you
How I live - DOBIS
Now what the fuck is that?
How did you get devoted?
Didn't used to shoot smack and smoke crack?
I downloaded you downgrade now that's enough of that
The ground slipped and crown floated now I see the trap
From the house bedroom to the hospital bedroom
Pop 'em out, Baby boom boom bloom
In the studio
Smokin Studios
Y'all slops
Mobway show biz broad by day token kudos
Tryin to figure the rubix with Molecub3³, but yo
I just spit a loogie
Dough boy oh boy, wake - We fresh bake you shapeless
Kneaded in a patient bliss
Tip of the icebitch, I'm knocking pyramids
Mermaid mind myriad
Carry 'em off, married away
Weren't you? First wink, set of lips
Upset the scale seek Moby Dick
Tell him the meek can inherit the surface we're going down deep
Weak freaks can keep looking for purpose but they gotta kinda peak
Not mourning a loss of words, you just never learned to speak
Sailing seas that fall from the leak
We can set a date for next weekend
And you can kiss my best-turned chica - friend
Prepare fleet again
All be fucking neat and bless
Dunno if you into honesty girl but that's all I got room for
Don't worry, I'll slide a quick broom on the floor before you come over
Lets lock that closet
Those addict doors til we forget that we're sober - Confliction whores playing sports
Make sure that aura's a beamer
Gorgeous with a nice odor just a lil pissed you're plastered on a poster
But you don't have to worry about me coasting or coasters
I drink all over the place
Your mind ain't waste is it?
Your time's not space, infinite, is it?
I'm into tasting what you've been trying to make babe
Lets stay gold in the race, maze
Face eachother and cry all day as you mimic my cynicism
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