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 ~
for the love of it
what was taken from a passing wind of everyday life, to record vicissitudes of history poetically?
a word, chosen from the tangle, rescued from darkness and given a song, unchained melody,
i shall appropriate the word, with emotional sensitivity without artifice or forced redemptions it might be acrobatic, or tap lightly, or hit like a slap, or fall like leaves and lace released in an unimpeachable creative honesty and caught by an irreplaceable feeling___ say what?
desiring further recourse, i shall fuel the page with a lengthy partition
in the attempt to quench and satisfy my free thirst for meaning.
flagrante delicto
catch
a ball hurling
toward the glove
from a pitch wound round
it comes
from where
it goes how it lands
a trail w/skidmarks
this one come open
tossed 2 the bullpen
markt X with a sharpie
and rolled in2 a dead ball bin
a new one sails to the mound
windup, throw, hit,
catch it getting
caught
the ref shouts OUT
oh beautiful green in the field
collective dirt and dew
wind rambles thru
blades waving
