his purple tail
hits like a dinosaur shaking
off the cattle. Paparazzi flies like
leeches echo every word like mimics
haggling over a word. Brains scoured
of all feeling. Bitchin gossip hexes the
dough sap of development trashed
with the fast food rappers. Leathery
vulture minds clawing for food
like a Haiti survivor
fault lines
reacting across the
globe. This is my feeling tha
is raw today is not about you. I just
felt it when I woke up. And it pushed
me along till I got here. And I sit down
so eager to read about you … and wha
do I see … more bitches writin abou
me … hell can you pimp something
like emotion … what has life it runs
with the wind. Blown away with
the next episode dude. Swirls
it up … and its gawn. Try
writing about that shit
if you can even
smell it
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