more madness.

The Roots - Work ft. Leela James.

too shy to type.

Malignant ikle pickled king,

Yield the musketry that

Perplexes your gluttony.

Utilise that inept zealous stone to render tenuous trivial wants from

Your deserted thrown.

Fleet and cheat the holy noblemen that pillage for your account,

Trinkets and fruitful gem.

You congeal when you repeal the fabricated succession that riddles even

The most bawdy of cripples.

And when the race runs, and the ribbon is cut; duck and tuck

Your depleting supremacy.

“I wanted to be sure to reach you; though my ship was on the way it got caught in some moorings. I am always tying up and then deciding to depart. In storms and at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide around my fathomless arms, I am unable to understand the forms of my vanity or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder in my hand and the sun sinking. To you I offer my hull and the tattered cordage of my will. The terrible channels where the wind drives me against the brown lips of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet I trust the sanity of my vessel; and if it sinks, it may well be in answer to the reasoning of the eternal voices, the waves which have kept me from reaching you.”

Breathing buildings in a windy city, that is what we said.

More spread out than New York City, that is what we said.

Chi-City, I could live here, that is what we said.

Blues even on the street (?), that is what we said.

Hancock, not just a big signature, that is what we said.

Founding fathers of what (?), that is what we said.

Passion fruit martini (?) we can make it happen, that is what she said.

Al Capone, is not a meat, that is what we said.

A lost quote on kindred and spirituality, that is what we missed.

He keeps goin’ back to Joe’s, that is what he said.

So she could tell him what fools they’ve been, that is what he said.

If I could, I would take you, and take advantage of everything you know, that is what he said.

You are delightful and fantastic, that is what he said.

Don’t say a word, colliding strangers in a movie, that is what I said.

Ridiculing the trendy, and those who write rubbish, that is what we said.

Love and life, is rubbish (?), isn’t it (?), that is what we said.

Pin, badge, or broche, that is what we said.

How the warm honey reminds us things aren’t so bitter, that is what we said.

Kicking and screaming, that is how we left.

You’re sitting on my chest I can’t see,

You’re closing my eyes I can’t breathe.

Frozen sugar-canes.

Heart dripping on a white blanket.

Steaming tears and cold condensation.

Packaged words, worlds, goods.

Hanging shoe lace, icy leaves.

No heat.

Alter my tangle.