i am unfinished business,
spiritually connected.. divine intervention
leaves me protected.. left to my
own devices, i concoct love potions..
pheromones from my dome
rub ashy brains like lotion.. this notion,
when subjected to critical
observation, withstands all attempts
at invalidation.. defenses
impenetrable.. content to seek minimal
attention, i inspect formations
like army generals..
they’re all out of regs., and unfit to serve..
honorably discharge them
when i spit these verbs.. meaning i take
action, react to the false..
extrava-Danza, now they all know who’s the
the man nanny, sent to raise up all the kids..
mental graves, i dig.. and
resurrect the souls and send them back to self..
bold predictions demonstrate
like chemistry sets..
unarmed resistance, overstand the
unharmed in the trenches, not
an enemy left..
lay you down to sleep and pray your soul is
because i killed
my brother in this battle,
i can’t go on....