WEEK NINE CHAMP MATCH: NYCSPITZ (4-0) vs EVICTION (6-1) EVICTION WINS 4-0

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Grey Goose, straight up. Dirty with nerves & her pride
held back by onyx strings as she swerves to the light
Funhouse sign: neon “SCHADENFREUDE” - merge with the fight
of fleeting impulses like lightning bugs dispersed in the night…
Or birds in your mental. Ornithologist to further my might
eat away at me, I’m Prometheus. She’s murder in bites.
Finally learning sight, mid-career in a reality loop
at lunch with her friends drinking denial & vanity soup
lowbrow-new age-egocentric, scream your ballad in groups
psycho-schizo, egregore prime - the malady’s loose.
autonomous psyche fracture storm; rally the troops
sauntering from work to deflation to tavern & noose
strychnine on the rocks. Con hielo, memory melt
Ego regression…it’s pedal to the metal for Self.
Casting shadows on her pride. Suck on an ice chip eclipse
she found her truth, skateboarding on a mobius strip.
Snow capped vistas, ski it down if you’re lost at a peak
impulsive jungle cat.
Haphazardly running fingers through the moss of your sheets
Prozac dust her ramen bowl, judeo-christian lazarus ken
It’s never a matter of why
just a matter of when…
Social butterfly, flapping wings where a fortunate breeze blows
Export pain, import the shift to your ego
Life force symphonies gifted at random. listen to your beat flow.
or maybe a reason’s there -
Etched as a riddle somewhere inside of your meatbones
buried under arrogance & its tension with pride
it’s been awhile since I’ve even given attention to lies.
or mention to truth. Everything’s coming out in the wash
It’s only been a single second, dog, yet mountains have crossed
And oceans have moved - make it a fiesta or make it a bust
wading through ambiguity to understanding, maintenance, trust…
I guess all that’s left to do is


Feel her pain and adjust.





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