Exhibition Poetry:
i'm stuffing mixed messages in bottles and dropping them in gutters
so when someone gets it they'll be right where i was
and maybe that'll help
Dose One
i can cope w/ my bacterial drawings
lay em in the dust
and watch em fill back up with dust again
cause the map's tattooed on the back of my class list
illegible flux locked behind codes and squares
city limits to murky acreage
barren to the amateur
savant out on a street prof dead man walk
brainstorm gust a 1,000 steps from where my nourish laughed
xross a tangible premise but the water ain't safe no more
placebo hand a loose cannon evangelist that
spit the seed and let it bleed
listen to the static
hover bove the scrap
there's wings at my gut and i'm all dust
picturing a virus controversy
illi-district-reliquary to the derelict
that hide the inconsistencies of man stuck behind water and why
walk w/ a can of phantom repellant
and a swollen ignorance gland
what's lodged inside my heart is off the meter
infected projection hung thick in the air
to reflect a preciousness in my invention
