A Supermarket Somewhere in the Andromeda Galaxy (feat. Rhys Langston)

Levitating above hotel beds
Looking around at
Impossibilities broke with time and hard work
We play drums and write words
Stay calm and fight
Dreamy eyed, looking at the sky through a hole in the wall.

I feel like Ginsberg '87 in the cradle of death
Still making strides ahead
In '49 Beatnik circles circle rhymes and say
I don't like this
Too much concerned with the bows
And not the tieing

Who sought Sartre ended up describing islands
Non complying
Structures always exist
We just don't agree on the makings
One takes it in, another describes function
Open mind allows grasping of perspective
Nobody said you have to accept it

Sand dune pathways, etchings of our worded grasps
Expressions
Message, message, message

Sand dune pathways, etchings of our worded grasps
Expressions
Message, message, message

Sold my abstraction
For a trauma bond
On a 10 year curve
Inked 24 bars in a
Cul de sac
Unincorporated suburb

I was development research
A newly-drafted town charter
In just a smattering of words

The false maxims
Apexes posted in timeline
Hid my hurt, the scroll
Not synonymous with prophecy

In the next instant
Clickbait visage
Whitehead holds a colt
In open-carry church
(When a finger tap on glass
Opens a lip pursed)

These non-sequiturs feel
As much derivatives as
Opposed to proofs

Gives pause to the mixed messenger
Pregnant samurai in thigh-high boots