The haunted one went on smiling with her eyes closed like shy yeses
Alabama went on by like a windy dress up playing must of have been love but I'm sober now
The felon complained of extra notes in the sundown/ oceanic stillness of a capital frenzy from the egyptian captioned they fanned our heads with blades we threaded our braids with arrows and rapunzel fell out the fable for believing in herself too convincingly
The liar made the most sense of remembering some past life antics wherein niggas could fly and fists were the careful wands of a pentagonal baptism he watched his yellow mama fantasize in the slow bath through the window of his hope having lost track of all the women he'd had he decided to become a militant listen to jazz read all the tragedies and court sad intelligent types who went on smiling
