wrapped in cold fusion

my lips are sealed, a core of platinum
and zanzibar melodies. if i chose
to call you moon then what will you do/
wane and wane till the sky goes dark.

took a seed , turned earth spin of this
skin into space junk. the vectors aren't
planned but threaten
the station, never the less. five mils wide
and a hole the size of burst lungs so we escape podded
lookin to plot a laser revival, where all the tiny hairs
dis integrate ,disinterest rate dislogicate. dis solved
we named you white.





chaos has fallen
to the floor, she stalks
solidity and misses fog's
white noise. a fan's slow
tick moves air and click
the music slick and tangible
loops like dj's frangible
syntax playing mentat
calc.ing language in bin that
made in china lost its luster
when faux chrome need a buffer
and nicotine's what suffers slings
a hard rox combustible.

what is this
weed of generations
that the pres won't make a station
on his holy journey to the fix
america cuz we so sick, did i say sick
no i mean slick, yeah slick n glossy
you know how we mean the bossy,
bet it, get it
gotcha forty acres got ya flossy
got a great hearse with an osprey
that be pulled by new orlean's horses
resurrection from dispora, gotta change
the language, let it e-volve in translation
stutter/scratch/like twofold snatch or
granite cleavage soft n devious
you can try to lift and seperate
but i think your back you'll herniate
tired of trying to control the big
e that the windows show how we
have lost the meaning so
just sit back and let it flow


just when i think i know you
that's the time when you submerge
i think i like the quiet there
of wind inside the verge
where all things blown up car bomb
that you live thru center blasted
like being blown a puff of seed
tossed into the dirt. so burrow, grow
borrow go, soon enough the deep churns
up, a creamy white shot face n cup.
don't forget it's how you got here
me n you in flagrante delectere.





























lll



do you know what i love about colbert?
he's all about pun.