The syntax of the Middle Passage is 'pack light'
My pact with the black alphabet is, you betta/you betta not/you wanna be(t), a battle for unrest until...
What I would like to say can't not be said
No letters shipwrecked into scrolls in glassbottles adapting to the proof of ourselves
is why we think and feel/ that no evidence is left out of the 1 suit I'm in opposite the 2 of spades
like a prop on the set of a commercial for the ghetto, by the bourgeoisie, have you ever seen one of those...rhymes with grow (up) (not a plant) needles
They're usually about food though, they are never about water. Cold riddles: soda, an office copy room, I cannot believe it but they manage to fit everything into those slippery volumes, camera pans to the paper shredding machine then to the frying pan. Blase as a cape in a kitchen, you're wearing your apron backwards, blase as that way we fly
So far away home for him who keeps a record of most songs in his cameras
Shuttering and shuttering and the next scene is set in a spaceshuttle, we eat meat from a nova
Nobody knows our names, no more, no names know our bodies but there's still hope
for the conversation on Earth and it moves so much faster than words
