You smell the ocean in the IE
It stinks of sulfur
Sweating toxins from air quality
It’s the violet orange radiant pink glow that’s calming me,
Calling me to bask in the breeze
Plague on the wing of winds
Wishful hymns
Where’s my worry?
It’s in a hurry to carry forward,
Chariot charging
Aerial Nautic
I fall not from the tonic
But the gin
One too many whiskeys
Whistle wet
Time traveling really is a thing
Watch me spin with an expression of vertigo
As the earths gravitational pull lets me go
My mind floats away with a plot to excavate dormant brainwaves
These days good news is sparse
Game of darts we’re the bullseye
Almost all our leaders offed, histories cut off, white washed
Yet we still rise,
Even still strides
Even if you’re still blind
You’ll feel it now or later like a landmine
Well placed,
Out of sight
Fragments strewn all over your night
Look up, look up, look up yea
Pass the Pabst so I can get passed the past
Get your pisswater
Cauterize your wounds with a heated spoons
I found happiness from gloom
I found hope in doom
Exhume my spirit
So you’d grow like mushrooms sprouting from earth
Embed my essence in each verse
Parse words with logical thinkers
Empty bottles debate with casual drinkers
Play chess with alcoholics, intellectuals
Societies animals aren’t in prisons
They’re in three-piece suits
Supplyin weaponry to make kids go poof
I might drone strike the mic tonight
Let your crew know to guarantee their limbs don’t fly
Sonic waves resound silently or blaring
Syllables slipping past parted lips
Spewing as I’m staring in mirrors reflecting thoughts eternal
I hear them festering as will you whether cognitive or verbal