The soft sweep of sweat drip D’whoop d’woop d’wip Progress slow gears slip Engine overheats In a forward creep that needs deep soul stripping honesty Bear bone bloody baby Speak freely, seem unseemly, oh honey lips easily lackadaisically or enthusiastically Its all dell-lish Just be what you are No needing to distort and go far with each thought We are already lost so theres no rush now hush Touch firm Touch taste take Make weight shake rake across my face Think deep Thing long Think sleep Think wrongs gone along too long in poor taste Beauty be born in more forms than you have known For we are slates and chalk For we talk much accomplish less For you have experienced very very little For we have seen motes We have beheld smokes And hope to understand fire We have beheld our desires And aspired further than their scope Used desire like a leaky life boat adrift We are climbing a cliff Living in list Climbing a descent, you know, baby I can be your rope Exist to get your grips Only am when slips a hand And taught you are caught Held contained cradled Climbing on without hesitation Without thought Trust reactions reflex instinct coordination Then come with me to oblivion Where we dance a threesome You me and annihilation Catching eyes with desolation’s taunt I can be your prose Let me be your prompt The phrase precision Fashioned with vision No room for misinterpretation Eloquence like violence Silence like no mans land islands Sing into my mouth Thousands of violins And let the mild winds and mellow sun Become our end To our meanness Otherwise D.N.F.- D.O.A. Whaddya say bae be my way to focus My lotus eating locust swarm? Be reborn in new forms less world worn? Well, it was worth asking anyway.
