Sep 17, 2017
dried mango walk rap.
eating dries mangos on the walk from the Bowl
can’t call a car cause the prices bite our souls and i
think about you and how i should be feeling more
but paper’s only paper til’ the fire’s blasting chords.
and jocey’s striding quick cause she don’t wanna miss her life
the florals are her skirt are flipping cosmos in the night
and no one’s even straining cause there’s incandescent plight
rolling in and through us and busting all the kites
only flying skyward when the baby’s blue is brooding
only get real sad when i think of what she’s doing
only wanna move when it’s the neon that’s worth blooming
piece it all together so it breaks again in two.