Vote With My Voice

Soul Sister Queen in a blues bar telling me she likes my style.
I like her politicized guile, and her smile.
She's telling me she's "Past posters of Hope."
To "Go out and vote!"

And while the build is real?
And I'm needing this.
I believe in the vote like I believe in pictures of Cesare Borgia posed as White Jesus.
But peace on this, no seething.

On my feet I'm seeking meaning I can carry.
Antiseptic sheen is parried.
Can what you expected! I burn clean and wary.

Infinite means take the academic past the limit.
Tactical from practical
What's the math roll?
Is what blasts my soul.

Shoot from the wit
Boot to the hip
You and me are
Loose screws that juuuust fit!

Lucid and quick!
Clever layers complete from top to roll
Everyday meets unstoppable
Like Arthur and the Tick!

I'll meet and scrawl for hours, that's fine.
But I won't teeter totter any fucking line!
Complete means thoroughly to the end of the design.
Distinct burrowing behind the blinds?

I'm sure of my flow because I fly past time.
The blur in collections comes from reflection.
Lightning plays means light turns from rays to waves,
When I say "WHOA, man! Slow yo roll before yo roll takes yo ass away!"

Every 40 winks is a lottery draw on whose nightmares or daemons breach my gates.
Every route is on the brink of "Escape or SUCKS!"
Make, gamble and drink other's dream luck like Friar Tuck. Sure.
Without a blink, I'm in too deep like a motherfucker!

Devout to my instincts and druthers.
Outlaw's vibe like no other. Southside is my mother.
Water is my father but Gutenberg
Got to me first and left me with a curse.

Why do I bother with verse?
Chart and blotter what I disperse!
Water and Earth

Means lubrication of ground
Minstrel of Mud spins what the world hid.
Menstrual blood on my dinner bib.
Lap up during comedown, disrupt when I clown.

Shut 'em all down!

Once they put me in the ground?
I'll be the Ghost in the Machine
Cleaning the germs out of the circuitry.
Until Loki finds another host than me.

I wonder if a prose ghost can be transposed...
By osmosis, orally?
Anyone who ever felt my tongue and an "Oh!"

Might suddenly at the end of my story
Be empowered, devoured, showered and poured
With a sex-cartographer, lexicographer's growth...
Loki rolling forward to go!

Every note I wrote just more
"Whims and why's" for her!
Fertilizer from every ounce of my shit.
Every pound sits

In someone else's Future Epiphany List!
This slaying warlord everyday pays it forward,
Because I accept and honor the possibility of this!