Freemasons Adjacent Debasing on Pins and Needles…
Image by Laser Burners
the harvest appeared less plentiful than last season
i imagine sloppy seed handling evoked the stroke of tardy planting
and the crops wed have harnessed in mid november
it only brushed the blossom back then soon sacrificed
lives to icicle jackets when the frost hit
i sunk to find the warmth beneath the mosses
where the planted tunnel pass after the rains have run their courses
but alas the portraits of these frosted corpses tortured the grass
off to distort or pour the one tall glass and nauseous
and im asking you, whys this spy supply hiding in strangers
when they know atop the food chain I could spot biters for acres
now be gracious, these minstrels turn a bullys psycho civil
by dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels
yelp bringing the self-stop freedom brigade investors
and the studies connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors
puts it down, and its down beneath your sappy sing alongs
so stick it further down, well let dante decide which ring im on
nova, the elders took positions and advance march
parts playing a scheme parking the rain in my canteen now im like
point: I guess I could spare the splash for a couple of heads
counterpoint: during my famine i never got broke your bread
well equation of intrigue, yes, yes, let me fed sit for a bit
these utensils need soaking before i hand out token
shut the fuck up drama like kabuki with a heart of dirt
skull-fuck cross-bones since my birth it hurts
wanting the glory of our advance fire ants to water beetles
free masons adjacent debasing on pins and needles
pupil turned pedagogue benediction to my dream
pop a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine
i pluck the petals off a classic blood rose one at a time
gripping the stem and right invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline
a metaphor for nighttime, ante up the slight cost of exhaustion
to salute the moon of our paradise lost and youre a spectator
stringent, inch by sacred inch shoveling colon in my earthworm soul
burrow up through the dirt with bloody digit lick my knuckles clean
noting the corporate clusters holding hands round the abode of the damned
and what’s your poison? starlight and amaze her with a nicotine chaser
sip it clean savor the taste then sit and dream later
the homage pay their back upon they hinges twenty miles
across the glassy eye window of one less to pass by
now im six foot five with a sick flow walk up just to recline
with no free time, the alarm storms at nine
my daytimes on some, yes sir, okay sir, right away sir
sir do you mind if i breathe sir oh you do? well excuse me sir fuck you
i breathe slow, im running with these fantastic amalgams
painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with classic albums
securitys the javelin, catch it; labor
clocked in at seven six and havent clocked out ever since
must not sleep, must warn others
trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
i milk my habitat for almost anything i want
sometimes i take it all and still cant feel this pitbull in my gut
and im like must not sleep must warn others
trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
im trying to walk on top of sunshine
but it’s ridiculous at times… thats why I tore em with this warning…