Friday, 15 June 2012



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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