ghost rap
it was what it is
or is like it was
but it is
so
not
any think
i mighta thought
changing my position
via paranormal vision
theres a clock
ad hoc
in the decision
tic toc
from the heart they say
you should start today
but youd think
that no one told you
when they bundled
up and sold you
that it wasnt just forever
it is all ways
picasso's wives
they were open hearted
witch he couldnt live with/out
they left something
flammabull
a lump of charcoal,
a string of oiled candlewick
a molotov cocktail
in fact every parting
was an epiphany of sorts
made of steamclouds sizzling
rising from iron tanks, not
just some flame
hissing in the rain
a settled not so fine final deal
left on an anvil of undefined space
heavenly cold and planely steel
there in the studio, next to the wagonwheel
now whenever he unbuttons lace
he sees not only half a face
the other half may be
some place he cannot see
pablo will never forget those girls
~ a phantompink haunting rises n swirls ~
