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XII
' fk it lets go '
A slogan to which I default
Before death defy'n leaps
Off waterfalls
Into dark waters
Or into gateways
Open & Await'n
_
4am Salty
On the Cancun beach
Caked in seawater grime
The flight landed
Well into the night
I had nowhere to go
But here
I met a hustler
Empty of pocket
This zaney character
A pathway I could not decline
We made concession
I paid for a shower & a bowl
He revealed himself a Magician
& Gave me a potion
Which I drank in prudent sips
The Magick he practiced
Was of the vein of Pain
A scorch embedded
Deep in his flesh
Of a cigar ember held
By his Master
To imbue the brew we drank
His farwell was a forewarn
To not cast the elixir away
_
In the Jungle
Situation compelled me
To discard the elixir
upon the ground
.
.
.
Babe
I'm crazy as hell
How else do you think
I have so many stories to tell
Two Thousand Miles of Mtn
Alone
Of Course
I am
Just a little bit
Off
I care little for
Here or There
It is the same
Pretty much everywhere
All I care for is the story
rich dick richard rick skrp
ricardo Elder bitchie-ritchie 3shot
I'm a man of many names
But what you hear of me
May prove Legend
Tho I be
As batty as a second-rate hag
Perk your ear for a hear
I always have something to tell you
Tho you think me kooky
It is because with insanity
I only see thru people
Your presence is purely ethereal
.
.
.
Mania
Diagnosed
Awesome to Live
By those Slopes
Slow ups
Go’n only one direction
& Those fast downs
Rapid but irratic
_
What religious magnificence
Works a fire into blaze
Combustions
Eminate in naked forms
Birth’d
By the hands of Man
Upon the product
Of his Mother Nature
Until ashe
Each sing songs in
Celestial Styles
Freed from
Corporal form
.
.
.