Sonderninja

 
 
 
 Dis All-In-One is my one in all
 (as seen through the screw of a worm’s eye view)
 unearthing tones to coppered notes
 I bang de pipes ‘til de dogs don’t hunt…
 
we hang the signs for seeking minds
 & good to the wood of a wailing watch
 we are lost to the drop of a flailing stop
 like half a bird ’neath the fog-shorn dawn…
 
we’re read to the bone or wight to the touch
 or blew to the core of our shifting ore-
a blackened raze on a day for snakes
 or sleeping with Death whilst faith’s awake-
 
twined to de rhyme of a footwrap silence
 dey do dat twist to the sole of - reason
 (from morning rise to evening drive
   they’re gone to ground & squirmed inside}
 
 but bone drill pangs prize those needled deeps
 so let’s weep a strip up the scalping wind
 & keep to a tale of a bug-crazed bile
 as we gnaw our way ‘til the - madness speaks:
 
 dis one in all is dat All-In-One
 (discerning the worm from my bird’s eye view)
 unveiling warts to yer baffled tarts
 I slang dese gripes ‘til de flies don’t rote.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"~in my Father's dwelling place are many rooms. If it were not so I would have fucking told you"~
 John 14:2 ~"
 
 
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