tiny infinities - Busdriver, Hemlock Ernst

allegiance, flat Jesus

Adam and Eve and barnacle breathing

Under partisan particle leaving

Case complacence, I’m stationed facing my maker

Mouth full of braces, crutches touching under my ankles

Barely a body, more just a screen with a hanger

Anger a hobby, chose rigid gaps for slaver

Task for labor, where he tasers

Mask in the gutter with shea butter

I shake, shutter

Shiver in the river capsized

The glimmer that baptized

To simmer with tape decks

Old heads relate well

Peel the skin from the apple slow

Slice my mouth in cold

Knife breath rose deeper

There’s no songs left, just a fever

Foggy blades I’ve eulogized

Grave digging the supersized mind of gluttonous puns

Dumb subtleties cumbersome

Bed wetters are troublesome

Past age six, I was already an old man with a death wish

Now a middle-aged escapist with no room to grow

Wombs like rubrics cove

Walked a maze in the garden rows

Take my face from the shelf

Talk to the lake and the elk

They say the same thing

«Where have you been all my life?

My life, where have you been?

My life,

where have you been?»

I was on that

Letting my mind drift

Girl do not trip

I will not dip

I was smoking that

Letting my mind drift

Girl do not trip

I will not dip

Warrior one, the euphoria of the allegory is shunned, so pour me one

You gotta have a dick that’s twelve stories and forty tons to think that you

the motherfucking one

I’m warning and quarantined while boarding the morning sun

You niggas are boring, I’m storing while courting your hun

I’m from the roaring twenties, you know we get the shit done

Now throw in a roll of twenties into a hot dog bun

In an outdoor park, so I can do without your remarks

When it comes to leftist yuppie squads I’m Groucho Marx

So come to Cali and get served, fool

At the rib joint you get served

While we pinpoint that pinched nerve

By chilling, puffing on a lit joint and

In an awkward spot I’m tangling my guts in an oxford knot

Spazzing for a stomach full of water drops

Man, I’m so raw I can’t get a show in my own city

Blow fiddy, so witty, control-alt-delete your whole city

The console’s mini but the soul’s nitty-gritty

Mississippi mockingbird landing on the turtles nest

While ethnic whites bicker over who runs the world best

Man, why you staring at my girl’s chest, fool

Yeah, uh

You’re cursing heavens from above

Who you hate and who you love

But you should keep them apart

Because you won’t dare use your mind the way no one can

You won’t propose the plan

You won’t dare use your mind the way no one can

You won’t propose the plan

You were supposed to expand

Expand, expand

I was on that

Letting my mind drift

Girl do not trip

I will not dip

I was smoking that

Letting my mind drift

Girl do not trip

I will not dip