these swatches of cobblestone, monotone
the dank grey squalor, be my home
I’m partially a scholar, mixed with 2/5ths patron
little arty but hardly a badge, to call home
part my path from other missions
the pain makes my eyes glisten
the bottle turn to a game of attrition
balanced with the taste of blue and white collar
just to get a slight increase in the dollar
track back through the statements
oh s***, agents
Juliette binoche
with piles of the dosh
on a tangent, tangerine
fear the loss
what team you play
oh swear down lacrosse
Cali, x mark the spot
see the orange be obvio,
but the rest is not
I want a chick, novio
over dub a VO
pixels on the tv show
the ebb and flow of my mind go
turqouise-ey green
that’s placing hues directly in the scene
like a one man show, with Laurie as the team
I try to change the channel, but noisy static all I see on the screen
so what do I deem impactful
poly filla till the crack full
the mind's eye actual
Horus, factual
hours slipped past, and the hand hit the high point
my plans less saturated
burn my fingers, touching embers still not sated
and in turn smell and disdain lingers
and the stain in my eyes do spread to my fingers
cos monkey see monkey do
fingers follow commands that started
avec les yeux
I play a board game while you check for clues
I been trekking round lo like I got nothing toulouse
clin doeil
it’s like one eye open
one wide shut
3rd eye stolen
indigo
hit a stroke of the luck
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