Sound can clean your mind

Reclusive Niggas

And the women who love them

Another Ordinary Arrow

Roadside dagger glowing with marriage, or
At least obligation, look up the word glib
in the sunlist-diction, another risen CNN sign in red diamonds of light and propaganda just beside the costume exclusivity of the Trump Towers, we own the land, bow like candle birds until it stands for us, and I'm sitting in this space-aged audotorium watching old men turn young on brass and risk and a glad tear traps my eyelids in their most honest pose, between confession and confusion where clarity intrudes as music. I could hide it, but I won't hide it. Wade in the water. There's no trouble there. Just a couple of misplaced words, and affections disguised as weapons so we recognize them
in ourselves
again.

Turn that Jungle Music Up

13 Ways of Being Your Immortality (way 10) The Reincarnation of a Lovebird

If the moon turns green
And shadows get up and walk around
Clouds come tumbling to the ground,
I wouldn't be surprised

If the stars turn blue
Willows that weep begin to sing
Winter changes into spring,
I wouldn't raise an eye

Because didn't you, just return to me