losing myself in the paint
youth at the end of that pier
what else but the stacks
seeing how high you can get it
fucking / reconnecting
or how many you can string together
efficient transfer of energy
savin the elixirs for a rainy day
XJ after some long days in the city
unlocks my left
my leaving
lining up with the moon
over portugal
over new york
over the crown
it's that time of year a lotta things break down
some people still don't believe they affected by the moon cycles
I let the sourness pass, on and through
what else
what else but the stacks
vehicle of my own liberation
jumbled up the drawer
chemical reaction
ephemeral libation
I look in her eyes and know what she does,
she flickers at what I can do too, am doing,
stories are 24 hours
but the lil gristle keeps going
sweet moonlight
over indulgence
over all the angel numbers
what else but the stacks
Lupita in a flood
according to nobody but
your body
(and Janet Jackson)
in the meantime look
just good enough
2 be desired
...
what else but the stacks