That’s the best mountain. Go inside some. Inside the mountain. Without the Bible. Put out your cigarette. Your whole family is hungry. Don’t feed them yet. Go inside some. Inside the mountain. That’s the best mountain. Are witnesses snitches too. If you snitch in the ghetto. See Amiri’s front tooth. Never fixed it so inside. Inside the mountain. Bent over moanin riot slum hyatt regency come up. What kind of moaning? Both kinds. You’re lying. Snitch. Liar. Pleasure hurts. That’s the best mountain. It’s a set up. Up in the inside enclosed and no way down but deeper in and higher. Your furnished room is ready. Your burning river blood red ready. Your dead hunger your other Daddy the unknown the battle stricken inconnu is the mountain teller troubadour sweepstakes at the door with a fake million dollars and even that isn’t what you’re hunting inside some one inside the best mountain stuck on the peak a needle or oligarch or yourself when free from yourself lured there by need kept by defiance a good ugly plan a beautiful answer, orphan, ofeo folds the rock and waits inside thumbs on the tender arrows in his ears pressing legere as hoods and pale as the tide sipping cotton
