i am.....loose, incoherent.....the aura around me flawed
knicked and scratched
this velvet lapse
visualizing my idea of god
say: "sista you be ruinin' the aesthetics of our neighborhood"
working late on oils that depict positions i never could
running away from superior soldiers
trippin' into mothers that say: "give in, i toldja
that real is what you make yourself taste
when implausibility goes to waste
and you meet the person to whom you say without vindication:
'baby, i love you cuz you need no explanation.'"