Tag! You spit!

To each their silence, beasts of violence
Women of science reach this man of wily sense
High mileage on mire and tiles, aspire to a style of timelessness
Dice my balms, spit and spike bombs cold as freon

Cryo-preserved Ponce de Leon for the sight gag
Spry so I only serve vice and spit molten slag
No choice but to forge a silver tongue so’s not to wither under a hot run
Riddles sizzle like a block of butter in the sun

Clock every sigh and shudder, rocking my druthers,
Never stop or stutter when the beat in my attic drops
It isn't practice, I get mismatched on the magic
Possessed by gabbing ethereal sorts

Who make it a sport to jaw… schizophrenic orchestra:

Dithering demons, jawboning djinn, wordy walk-ins, loquacious loas, loudly self-lauding leapsouls, insufferable imps, orally fixated orishas, gabby ghosts, pun-preferring poltergeists provoke my prehensile tongue…

Set it up with more, fill my maw
Schizophrenic orchestra, backwards is it still a force so raw?
Artsehcro. Part necro? All art is “Fuck it, just let go!”
Life is the fine Art of “Fuck it, just send me in!”

I’ll only be a part of what’s genuine
That's my pen and its spin
What's sent to me in empathy is the outside world …
Just lent what’s within, overloading my pockets

With emotional lockpicks, hot quips, drop kick
Holes in literary walls punting prose rockets!