DUST UP

The back of my mind is blank obsidian MS-DOS screen, white line blinking Ice-nine peeling There is no search for what's natural, programmer Roll rider, windjammer, in tune with shadow and act Well lit projections, tryin' to deconstruct metaphysics for me From Hakim to Yasin, I'm in Casco Bay, Casca wit' me Stayin' at the Hotel Scallops room, February 3rd Whisper singing Nelly Furtado, wishing I was a Yardbird Plastic saxophone, ashy metronome My grandmomma called Vaseline grease I remember wearin' Jordans on the South Side When Jordan played for the Bulls and I wasn't allowed outside If this is my mind, I'll step out-side Hull integrity full Classic landscape, ripe fruit and house flies Brought a broom to a dust-up You rap like your footwork fucked up We planned for hiccups, obstructionists Stick up kids and the mogs on powerpoint Talkin' 'bout quantum futurism but ain't got space ships Ain't got schematics, ain't got personnel training or catering No defense budget I write this from the Soul Folks Vessel Ruby Yacht ancestral mothership Plottin' coordinates to peace, hull integrity full Five thousand parsecs beyond trans warp With a fresh oil change, come test it if you bad Wrote it wearin' a burlap durag My humblest experience in truth came Packaged as a thought in this sense: The map is the only territory When I say out loud, "the world is my idea" When I say out loud, "suede Timbs on my feet make my cipher complete" I am saying the same thing out loud I find comfort in the allegory of the journey Because I am in a literal search for brightness, voluptuousness Brimming clarity in service of nothing else I know that one's resolve for life can be determined According to translation errors inherited My understanding itself being a summation of A suggestion of which the scope is beyond me And I hope to only ever be utilized And in service of another's journey There was a census taken among the grand verbalizers There was a, um, a census taken among only the grand verbalizers And then the data was compiled, Necessarily crunched, meaning it was sorted In such a way one could understand, or at least make use of And by extension, give one license to imitate in understanding After the data was compiled, crunched There was a consensus among only the grand verbalizers: "Wack muhfuckers always want a re-do." My left eye sees in the garden of my mind clearly now There are four heroes