no audio jack
everybody bubbles
my body an office
and i'm sitting by the elevator
arguing over the phone is a
different sort of trapped
mama I can't tell
if that the coffee or the
henny talking?
either way i subject myself to this
everybody grown
i'm not going to make myself
bear witness
to your destruction i subject myself
to some discipline, for once
i want to revisit
the temples,
everybody beating
they own drum
my body an orifice,
a muscle
tempering the edge
in my voice
melted gold might be
liquid but they can't drink that
can they?
versatility is a skill and
i feel like i hear everything
i ain't texting i don't know
i feel like words were meant to come n go