Tuesday, March 7, 2017

For real niggas who ain't got no feelings

Helicopter pilots  look  at the sun and the   propellers give them  seizures   


Yes Child,  Sing it   


And the violence of the beat began to calm  the violence in my heart    


Draw me nearer , eyedropper full of clear skies


The stage lights  swung  like   circus   lights    


Get it, gurl          


It's  sad to   see a window   shatter   


Sure  is    ,   matter   of    fact      


ten   just     this          tensile    weekend   of   sundowns        send  someone / anyone   


Did you  let  the sun    catch   you    crying     ?     Send  N  u  d   e   s    


             seen       shy/inklings   


Three times       only    three times    


  the  machine survives   our light   addiction but your stillness falls  from the clouds  to catch it


that was an astonishing surrender


what an astonishing surrender   

such an astonishing          surrender