8-2-18
Look down the barrel,
Long neck dreams,
I've been swinging
By the handles of the moon,
My kicks to the concrete,
All beat up,
And I keep my ropes tied tight,
They in cuffs.
I'm not afraid to be alone,
I'd kill to be fucking alone,
With myself.
Watch the time lapse by,
But the nights are slow,
My speech too fast,
My heart too swayed,
By the liquor.
I think of you,
The G shit we had,
And I tell stories and
They listen,
All attentive.
My body is cognitive,
With my soul,
I'm digging the fuck out,
And I ain't gotta worry about,
Your exploitation,
And a house full of doubt,
Cages of paranoia,
Left me a sweet way out,
And I'll be stronger now,
Remaster myself,
Find my roots to the ground,
Keep it loud,
Keep my image,
Make somebody proud,
And I've been dreaming
Of the world, in my hands,
The feeling of
Unsteadiness when I stand,
Lean on the walls,
And I'm not your hand,
Dealt better cards,
And my brother said,
If I got it internalized,
It wouldn't be so far,
To get it and keep it,
If I work hard.
Lost his family to a job,
What's so different about art?
And maybe I was meant to watch,
Keep my own time on the clock,
Left out of the loop,
But I got one foot that didn't stop,
At the door,
Before you lock,
And I see.
Keep the snippets on repeat.
I dream in all color,
Cotton candy skies brushed across you,
And these issues,
Only make me laugh,
For I've got the devil and god
In my mixing glass,
New beginnings, without you,
I'll fucking drink to that.

Take me to space,
With the swimming pools,
We'll get fucked up,
And I think nows the time
And I think I don't wanna wait,
And I think we needed alignment.

Chasing after my own tire tracks,
Let's go see the city,
Spend money,
No body could express,
No body could contain,
The true identity of all of these collective
Inspirations, aesthetics, eras.
I've lived a thousand lifetimes,
And you can catch my lifestyle
Like a cold,
But I think this shit's sick.

Take my teeth
And make needles,
Spin records,
Let me live here,
Die here,
Stay here.
Id give my veins
To keep all the lights on,
Where I stay.
To keep this running,
Without me.
And it's a change in heart,
Xenograft.

All the shadows
Dancing across skin cells
And empty walls,
The curtains and the moonlight,
Looks all golden.
Soak through the window panes,
And saturate my skeleton,
Thank you for coming back.
The only real love,
Awaits inside of yourself.
- (m.m)