be a in a in a es

The cool air dances upon my skin,
with my hair so short, it tingles
to forget the pain brought on by circumstance
whimsical transport to a ballroom dance
rough rhyme raw meter
it teeters on the edge of a seesaw
who's seen it done it been it
bend it
until it fits, lunatics
nonsensical jargon
some speakers like harmon kardon
so throw me in hell if I misspell
and in my stupidity always dwell
with the fault finding mind take hands
in a mine field, a stance
against a shield or a lance
parlance
a chance
fuck it i'm dull, or faded, and jaded, and if or but so enough said
to post here until I'm not living

a gypsy wanderer, never met but understood
a black man's trials and tributlations in the hood
being white a mind it could
play a game of thinking
or sinking to a race of race
entitlements at rabbit's pace
perspective's reflective upon itself
no wealth a shelf of all but health
mentally, physically, dealt
we are of all on out of this
remember the one we should have kissed

so screw it, fuck it, damn it all
summer, winter, spring, and fall
easy rhyme picked up to call
pulled the line from mind of tall
not small pool or eternity
churning yous and churning mes

used to think my mind a fault
used to sink to hearts in vaults
never liked a milk-ed malt
let's go easy on the salt
though take it with a grain of sand
take a loving mortal hand
and walk without you being real
no thieves without something to steal

I'd love you raw, infinity
so fuck you every day
and I don't care for you to see
me right to your dismay

I spit the truth
and love a rap
we know those that we know
we grow and fail and die again
cliche rip what we sew

surprise there is no message
save moments so unreal
bananas cry apocolypse
and tend to lose appeal