Ramble Part 1 — Flow

You see me on the come up like

Ropes and ladders,

Coming straight from the darkness

Cloaks and daggers.

Old pictures of myself

I hope to shatter.

Images that don’t fit

But evoke my laughter.

Chain smoking floor covered with

smokes and wrappers

crumbled papers and pieces

let’s hope it matters

I ain’t trying to ball out like

Dope on platters

Just fall into my place like

Quotes from rappers.

I used to watch the news

But the hoax is backwards.

Read Chomsky, Consent

is manufactured.

I’m so bastard.

Breaking out myself like

Fractures.

Spit truth to my people

And watch them scatter.

Cuz they feel this too much

Like Catholic Pastors.

From a lisp to the piss

I don’t hold my bladder.

I still have faith that

Justice matters.

If not in life, well

Maybe after.