nary a weather condition fucks with my cool disposition. opening gambit is rambling on in fool’s intuition.
come make a plate y’all. been cooking all day long. heard someone say i put my foot in it. Bei Fong.
soul food and spiked punch. say ah. trey songs. humboldt hay hard hits. edge off and weight on.
a man who’s accomplished his goals is entitled to a beer belly, culdesac, wife who don’t trifle.
but we’re stifled by the trivial. things we see in videos. santa ana windy blows.
camera angles don’t capture the full scope of the scene. wipe your glasses, though. this is serene.
i invite you to kick off your shoes and relax your feet. peep halos while the master chiefs.
and i’m avidly always in the kitchen whippin up a new recipe. delicious and always nutritious. giving the best of me.
i’ve got so much soul and raw passion, i whip up dinner for two and call it magic.
left to my own devices, i write hits. type it in my memo pad. a capella demo swag.
imagine that. as if. on the corner, parked. naggin a bad bitch for a lap sit and an ass pinch.
gimme liberty or gimme hash, man. the crazy shit i do to cope with living in a trash can.
over-shoulder afghan. bowl of cocoa cereal. go over the last track spit so ethereal.
nigga, i’m imperial. acknowledge my nobility. run this city into my senility.
cynicism semi colon little isms. spiritual quest. quite the bandit. subliminal at best.
test the waters. litmus pink and purple. chemistry set on deck. steve urkel.
I came over in my broken sneakers. hide and seek toe peeking. sole so holed and beat up.
up top features jeans empty like fasting. strung up with a belt too slacking to fasten.
t-shirt i went to sleep in. washed my face up though. we both want it so there’s no fronting at the front door.
tidied pinesol floors. candles and shit. thought i forgot my manners at the crib. but they’re in my pocket.
bound with a sound chain. guiltiness down-hangs. flip frown cuz hey. this is my life. fuck it.
a couple hours of i’d rather not bring it up but if you called during, i’d rather you not interupt.
in her guts. butterflies. pitter patter pace kept. ditto. still i took the first chance to exit stage left.
she’s the one hunting. all i do is play dead. if it comes easy, it’s fleeting. rather chase it.
