@theprofessor,
Now yer **** isn’t even makin sense at all…,
Senseless, let loose like violence of zinloos geweld,
Vileness genocide like euro-zones fell,
I’ve already wizened eons of son-novices,
Baker’s eleven them colleges,
Lo lessened that scene of ego swells.
Shhhh… quiet.
A child sleeps in sin chalices and smiles,
A clinician of chains when it's dream analysis,
I analyze then annihilate them like Alices for Eight Miles.
My anesthetic pill’s to take,
Like a lil ill-legit missile, hint ya with a chatelaine ache,
Erratic likikikike psych-trip ticks, sick as they always been in my psychological profile.
Piles of grits pretty as this, child cynic’s art acrylic’s, spray-can triptych pro-style…
When I capture light,
Thug-like particles stockpiled articles fly like exiles.
Cryptic Slaughter in a streetlight synopsis,
A greenish discharge resettling posy’s ****,
Poltergeist stylish sissy pestering but not repossessing any of it.
In my own laughter I spat stones for inches.