It was 5 years ago I realized I wanted to be an artist,
now I have insect legs, and a tribal chest
my mouth is Manhattan and I dont regret
not accelerating immediately.
the views are too nice from the podium
I put myself on
so even If Im afraid of the
skeleton in my body, it isnt
as scary as the skeleton in your body.
So I will nestle into my bed
like a bug nestles in to shawnti orion’s hair.
till the xylophone rain
fleets the starburst sky..
No my eyes are drum machine,
and there are hihats in my hands.
the distort peddle for my evening
has never run out of
d cell battery’s.
if a drug is something that alters your
perception of reality
growing up is a drug,
I dont wanna become an addict.
tap my lands,
swing me for 5.
police brutality is real,
and my ghost will have body hair.