Coup

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Coup

• Also known as Coup d'état and RambleON.
• Active from June 2009 to the present time.
• Posted on Rapmusic, Hipforums, The Poetry Forum (UK) and ArtofBattling.

[Coup]

I stood atop rows of pale stone
stale markers of our own living bravery
sprawling out in a harbor, foggy as Ole slavery
vivid in still memory, on this hill
serving as a cemetery
a sea of white chess pieces
combed by somber cries
blacklisted forever under these
November owned lavender skies

My mind was now a radar station
ready to receive, some how in relation to
the sum of all parts now in sedation, true
the stories of those buried around me
their vibrations, code and oddities
situations of the dead; molten dichotomies
I sat scowled, feeling on mushy green grass
the blood of coffers, fools gold seeing finally at last:


I saw ten thousand jokers pursing dark smiles, amusing The Great Spirit
dancing on golden strings of desire, striking depths of murderous merit

I saw five hundred bats scream through double rainbows
muffled against the sun, on euphoric flights of gold in kilos

I saw The Great Plains gutted entirely by bloodthirsty vacation sport
trails of decay and long lines of Apachee hurriedly sanctioned as escorts

Above, twenty soaring eagles dropping eggs randomly in support
bracing a last full measure laced in a circumference of sorts
signaling red in valentine preference, to walk fine lines
in accepted mainstream reference this one divine time

I heard one million battle cries at once, the collective of mankind
each different but the same, all reflective and confined
to eternal rest and affluent stings of angel tipped-kisses
their pasty bliss digital in glitches
strangled by eloquence lipped
in eclipses

I kissed my fingers and offered love to the master God
I was dismissed I figured, a windsurfer on a faster squad
all was not settled or clean, or as free. or as simple as it seems
I realized I saw many things, and I remember seeing meaningful meanings...

I closed my eyes

Some time after that, I painted all my windows black
I was now the ship and my mind the bottle
my face long and my stare empty, soulless
two pupils larger than dinner plates
staring point blank at absolutely nothing
forcing every ounce of energy to move my Queen of hearts
behind a stage curtain called Jupiter
wrapped in a moist membrane of my ancestral past

I was gone now

I will suffer through the awkwardness
mostly because
I do not exist

[Coup]

My mind shattered into pieces and I fell on both knees crying
atop fallen shards of daggers, trenched omniscient and implying
knowledge of myself. Of my hurting, my lying, its cheating pendants
that's all I seemed to do and I was exposed, under red fluorescent
a pungent reminder of the medicinal properties of karma
its chemicals and articulation, stitching my hearts fall

Lacerations etched a maze of blisters on my sunlit body
and I couldn't feel them. I was euphoric from the punishment probably
and I chased the high again and again, shooting up its ornate arrow
its feathers flared out of my existence, its tip a sharp soothing voice
of good company and shoestring comforts, coolly poised
it contracted a smile from me, amusing my lipid shackles
an inner Jackal laughing insipidly, choking on erratic crackles
it resonated throughout my circuitry of unabated servitude
just now tasting the fruit of my labor, fully ripe it knew

I reached one arm up and held on for another first day
When the world felt correct and so thirsty someway
Or any other conviction of universal truth
So orderly and prescribed and very vital
to my own deception

I saw the distant churning and turning
of clumsy vultures circling and swerving
consistent random patterns in the sky
I knew then I was their fertile soil, once I die
I felt un-proportionally top heavy and thought
a map of redemption could find me and be caught
or be found if I swayed against them long enough
for more time to play my last card, a two of jaded hearts
desperation's only hope, blindly bluffing a fools baited dart

I envisioned their hooks clamping down
on my leathery flesh, blood damp and brown
shampooed and conditioned into soft raw material
As imperial as the true color of eternal sun shine
I clenched my teeth, waiting for the interval pain to subside
waiting for the last call...


And so I faced my Judgement over and over
chasing my own sins around and around again
but never quite getting anywhere beyond
the Saviors soothing hand, grabbing at straws
because the Devil was sort of behind him, pulling
but ahead now, controlling in a relative way
and while I fell into lucid dreams
and lost all to irrational fantasy
he never spoke again with much words to say
content that I will suffer a life times worth

[Coup]

Listen to me, you, Snow Leopard

Paw tracks show that you kept toward
them. You saw their backs hours before our
wagons, traps, snares, all lured forward

For war. For rape of any inheritance
Be saddened, beware, be forewarned. Fore
legions in fair exhibits, folklore born
dare a visit to the ridge of Babylon
singing fire, the Dragon Reborn Song

They chant,
the war must run its synthesis
as how cotton sows fabric
as now Jesus sues Genesis
a death of one thousand lashes,
a few fair ounces added to Angela's ashes
patience is what they hate, do wait
for any vacant openings, famously faint
Yes do wait,
Snow Leopard

They hate you Snow Leopard

You are Earth of one legend, of many Plateau
fertile as Garden, edged in Edens patched rows
You are Kingdom, crowned by vine ripe tomatoes
a court with eleven seeds to sew, planted
naturally by violent fights faded ago
by lineage. By the dialect of history
and it has been written about so,

Their sun is our aura, denying to nourish
green shoots to flora, marked X by thee whorish
fleets. Their searchlights plant ashore ideas
only to drain them, then sailing for Pandora
Mans Island of Evil that stows below--
glowing laughter flown by crows of old
and they will ravage you,
Snow Leopard

I love you Snow Leopard

I was certainly sure I did
your eyes, blue Superior Superlatives
and mine, over sized Apricots*
you, white, mapped-over after dots
A dark prince of top elusiveness
hard since youth, sufficient hop to usefulness

Man ? Red, an oath leaf of ivy
trunked of lies; storied oak anthologies
rooted in skunked belly deceit,
a meeting of no apologies
nor no receipt

I show you Snow Leopard

You go right. brain knows it's left
Man learns right, brain discerns it theft
to tell the difference between:
first, remain unseen with steady breath
and hope. Then listen to the cracks
in the wall with a stethoscope
and if it's open it must be legit
fit for average consumption, don't forget
because what is private is handled by pirates
prying loose profits from privileged diets
Remember that and tell your Kingdom,
Snow Leopard

You are their face of spades
a space of cascading snow flakes
placed sun faded, flanked
stunned, not alienated
while North went West
and East sent forth South
they went Left of course! Unless record
melted a compass in their mouth

I sang verses from the Dragon Reborn
to you Snow Leopard,
you hissed:

Soon, Legionaries of one feather will
smile twisted downward arcs of cruelty
exposing fangs of one thousand year old tusks
sucking the golden apple that never was
milking mountain breasts of Earth Mother
bleeding succulent venom upon her nursery
poisoning the well of youth, virginity
and the voice of elders, its wisdom
in search of all Snow Leopards
the sacrificial lamb and key
ignition switch
to New World Order

Soon there will be immunity to mass mutiny
Soon it will be half the global scrutiny
Soon flags are half mast, raised in arms
Marching one staff against unity

[Coup]

A rag of Pawns have yet to reveal
to you, my Queen, their subconsciousness;
a storm system forming near your rein of consciousness.
Their tears bleed acidic rain drops, eroding away thought.
Their unity hails the size of imagination, pounding away logic.
And their stealth, a bolt of lighting, splits a second behind
the crackle of their ensuing thunder.
My Queen, it will unsettle all contemporary foundations.
Let it rain, let it rein.

I warn you, my Queen, that

A Pawn laughs as he calculates and mixes in
acid rain and bubble gum fixed as medicine...

Loading subtle guns for some fast chance to jettison
life of rank and file to go stencil in ten SOS Messages
signaling distressed shot instances kept Checked to mate Chaos
in bloodshed plotted premises. At all costs, in spite of
red blemishes caught painting a real horror to lives lost

Listen closely everybody,

His pills send surreal dopamine hand cranked, telescoped
in and out, until reasoning is totally maliced by dope
ripe against discreet tyrannical positions of power
knife in check, masterful in his grand finale hour

All waiting on some Trumpeter to bugle the call
of war under one blood banner flying high the fall
of Kings, tightening a noose around the Queens bed

Splitting her long legs loosely, stabbing her seams red
finger nails scraping out her orifice, raw slush
blood picked teeth lick flesh, dry fucking to flush
out all direct claims to the Virgin Mary

Certain to burn any seed inside that may carry
the next line of unhealthy ego, next of kin with
a mirror mirror on the wall, sworn in existence with
rusty slit wrists pinned to orange tinted crucifixes

And you, my king, come closley,

You and your royal ties will sever for ever
your rein of tax and terror will face a mirror
and the look back will demonstrate all the hate,
however pastel painted, you retain in lieu of me
It's hostel, raided by youths in fox holes both dying
and surviving orthodox souls simultaneously

Simply because,

All is kept silent of which is alienable in open water-
never too far off are jaws of intercept, inept on
all attainable truths spoken for barter

Live. Let. Outlet for the onset.

Let. Live. Onset for the outlet.

Check mate by Coup d'état.

[Coup]

In one life I was a farmer born lowly into blistered lands
worn into existence with a mixture of soil and salted sweaty hands
It was then, against all odds, that I gave to Kingdoms and country
feeding fat children of old wealth, in need of wheat thins and barley

The Nobles too, fed from my garden; from my hand like sour pigs
I raised them, watched them harden- from kids to powdered Wigs
I saw them rise out of The Dark Ages, their power consolidation
a blanket of death housing a serpent frown around all our nations
squeezing my life as a puppet, of course pulling at sliver strings
until I died before Monarchs, but not before learning a few things

In another life I was born an Indian to a Seminole Chiefdom
I lived in unison and sung songs in one regional anthem
I had unintelligible wisdom and blossomed first like a native flower
deep rooted in ancestral soil under humid rainy showers
I grew peacefully under one million smitten Sun sets
learning again, yet another dialect a kin to written alphabets
in my last breath of fruition the Spanish fleets surprised us
we offered tobacco and corn, they gave us viruses

I died.

In another life I was a field hand in a sea of King Cotton
lost in some political translation, picking until soon forgotten
The smell of Yankee gun smoke flared obnoxiously to a Rebel Yell
and war broke out again, for freedom but not really in this Federal hell
Three hundred years later I achieved second class citizenship
get out of jail free card used to wipe up the same Ole shit again, shit

I died.

In another life I was Amelia Earhart flying a Sigma air plane
navigating blue oceans, clouds asphyxiated highly in my name
I crashed and disappeared on purpose for my own amusement
history ignores and creates fiction for those who never knew it

In another I was engineering Democracy as a factory laborer
lambs for lions in war profiteering, riveting helmets on toy soldiers
my name was Rosie and I was told to hate ambitious Hitler
I had stars and stripes to dream and awoken lonely to whisper
softly to myself that my life will only be that of some unknown
I will never age, never die, never know how fulfillment is thrown

I died ninety nine thousand times and lived one million years

I painted caves with blood of rivals and smiled
I sustained flint lock shots of musket tipped with vile
I had been a Titanic passenger, drowned but survived
I crashed stock markets and thrived, swallowed thorns and lied
I had been a prize fighter in the golden age of sport boxing
I walked batters and pitched no hitters, old age never knocking
I wrote lies for news papers and sold Ivory Coast sweet tooths
I fucked Marlyn Monroe and told Jackie Onassis half truths

The thing is, I live until I die
only to be reborn with Adams eye
I learned to believe half of what I see
and nothing of what I hear superficially
always witnessing the pains of history

Crying, Lying, Cheating, Hurting
that's all we seem to do, so good

[Coup]

A network of branches weaves textured vines as trampoline fabrics
Lacing fine bands of green, stitched across oceans of Atmospheric Static
the molten Sun broiled above, spilling over onto endless forest canopy
Pouring down amazing colors, assorted before us; in an Amazon's anatomy
Below, the ground misted as a viper, sweltering under its living umbrella cover
Dissipating as a kaleidoscope of splendor, globally hissing its Earth mother

***

Drums of natives could be heard echoing across the valley floor
no doubt a ceremony, strumming forward to behold white washed storms
Yellow birds of paradise sat perched over a Murky River Majestic
Unaware of the peppy cadence, rumbling on quicker now than suspected
the pedals of oriental plants rattled in low bass, after each beat
and the percussions resounded louder still, until the pedals shrieked

Like a Serpent eating its own tail, the music grew desperate
consuming itself, in an endless digestion of future betterment
it was a sinuous act of instinct, faith, that the human inhabitants
marched against a continuous threat, holding last wills to testament
drums became symbols, and symbols became the resistance secreted
clear cutting the forest floor bowed up as the prevalence needed,

Chainsaws ripped at the bases of Earthly virgin forests
swirling around saw dust against a flurry of birds in exodus
tractor arms swiveled on pivots and dug out river basins
filled them with vacation ships and let parking lots drive in
workers in white hats prescribed field fires to clear more roads
Jaguar refugees spotted their backs and disappeared inward, toward
the rebellion against destruction, the peoples rage
Against the simple machines befallen them, springing shut a cage

Arrow tips peppered across the Suns arching keel
railing down shards of flint, splintering around parts of steel
four hundred painted faces danced after them softly
pulled forward by the drummers drums raging ferocity
Bulldozers were flipped and worker throats were slit
Rubber tires were pincushions of arrow tipped torrents
Yellow Birds of Paradise were swishing and screaming
wings a cyclone of hell, their claws gripping and heaving
seething and gutting out blue eyes, bloody with blonde hair

Escalating louder,

the drums became the sounds of one fair oscillating brother hood
became the curdle of ten thousand more arrows pitted in blood
Slithering like an Anaconda born to be the hero tonight
The bellow of the machines contrasted the drums
And they soon danced too, wrapping around eachother some

A child with two red feathers lifted a chin up
one slight of hand boomed, his drum pent up

There could be no doubt now.

[Coup]

Important Note

Dear Recipient of this Letter,

Last night, three surgeons quietly entered your residence
Two had needles and certainly medicated your remembrance
One furnished a scalpel, his eyes were bleeding black ink
Together they will defile you, sight unseen this week
This note will inform you of your current predicament
Don't stay inside for its duration, read on to learn of it

A national emergency is in effect, total Marshall Law
A medical order to eradicate dissent, cut from a doctors saw
You have been identified as a threat, an aggressor
An instigator-activist sent by truth, silenced by scissors

Wake up.

Because your daughter will not; taped as cannon fodder
Internal-radiated and the first to be murdered, devoured
Because your son was forced to assist, whisked from the nest
Then hung from the course of his neck in his sisters dress
Your wife has been shot, but not before she fought back
With a sharp pen she resisted with a stab that bled black
They are all stuffed in the garbage can, in bits at best
Forget about them and remember this is real, sick but a test

Under your bed is a gun, a mirror and a single pill
Swallow the capsule then feel around for the windowsill
Take the mirror, steady a signal off the Westward sun
The opposition is ready, awaiting a sign since this all begun
Jump from your captivity now, or a doctored disease will be coming
Meet the resistance somehow with cunning or cease to be nothing

When you arrive give the gun to Edward. The man
He will decide your worth or shoot you, understand
Say to him, "Synaguage Alpha" to pass the sentries
Then it's on or else a failure of freedom eventually
By then you should be feeling the dope meant to numb
And will have no problems accepting that hope is all but done

Edward will tell you the city streets are a problematic prism
The army is to kill off the silent majority against the system
You must be completely plugged in and chipped to live
One bank, one religion with government clipped to give
Sooner than later, you'll be born a slave without will
It's like that now, but it's in a SHADE most find a thrill

The difference is that today:

Distractions like Dancing with the Stars is over, done
And Pepsi is out of stock, or no more Hollywood scum
No more predictive programming by social engineers
Or the fabricated life away from reality inching near
The masses are taking notice, no more whimsical fluff
But for now, it's you, Edward and a small tactical bluff
To head up an Army of soldiers chipping the herd
To kill as many as possible to sustain the spoken word:

Your family is dead. They want you. You must act.

Sincerely,

Anonymous

[Coup]

Broken sidewalks led to more tangled brick
Roads spun in grid lock, upsetting the sick
The garbage, in shadows below this control
In ghetto cancer cells, losing to drown souls
I warped my scarf tight, the crispy wind grows
Hiding me against the million broken windows

[Coup]

Wouldn't that be funny...

If you ate hamburgers and daffodils
In Indo China laughing at cinema films
If you played Nintendo with an Australian
Sinned so hard on Pentecost with Ethiopians
If you told lies as jokes with fifteen one liners
Laughed it off and pulled it over Mr. Oppenheimer
Who's that ? I don't fucking know, a bad ass
It's all because funny people are the saddest

Wouldn't that be funny...

If you lost your home in economic crashes
Held it in, n' in your mind is all chronic madness
If you lost your child to the sate social workers
Still keep her room exactly but never fight for her
And in your mind are shades of all the eternal shine
But you're blinded by tears, showing that hurtful side
You go to the show by yourself and order two drinks
It's your birthday, but in your mind it's been two weeks
You think of ways life should have been, could of been
You are reminded of reality, here we go again, go again

Wouldn't it be nice...

If you stood up and said, "MAN THAT'S FUCKING IT"
Cut all ties to forfeit everything now, as soon as it sets
As good as it gets, you remove all your systemic regrets
Wouldn't that be funny, if you left and hit the road
Nobody noticed you gone (only cold and icicles know)
And you walk with a back pack on, canned food dinners
Three states away and still life is never gettin' better
A cigarette in your ear and a match stick in your teeth
Smoking so many dreams with that static on the feet

You start to miss your Nintendo and your impromptu jokes
Your daughter's up in the ward, you want to give up hope
You wonder if Australia accepts outlaws, stoked to start over
The ocean whispers a boat and your sail drifts apart, a loner

You give it all up, even the road and her adventure
No direction home, you feel a the bite like dentures
Not authentic anymore, no zest, or function to live
You think of Indo China and Ethiopia and their kids
Out of food now and your gut sticks to your spine (stole that line)
With your face in dirt you give up, sick, out of time
Wouldn't that be funny if you didn't live in the wild
You could die and never have to forsake your child

You look up to the apex of your situation now
Up in some astral nirvana, death executes on clouds
Watchin' them part, you see your daughter... it can't be
She is smiling, looking at you, and you are so fucking happy

You scream,

"I love you baby, I'll see you soon...I love you so much"

That would be funny, if this wasn't really happening

[Coup]

Don't you know ?

I'm that Swisher Sweet blunt, wrapped.
Six foot deep, out back rollin' spinal taps
One eye dank; My other eye sportin' pirate patch
Hour glass strokin' late, eatin' crazy scobby snacks

...Drum line pulsatin' out old harmonic flow
Rewind ? Beats bass booms like ole dominos
Boy's all fading soon, zero pharmaceuticals
Doe in season, Bambi's dope ?... Dear: magical,
Oxygen is now premium, laughin' over chemicals
Seeing is believing, I see dreams being physical
On it again, down periscope chasing rabbit holes
Wow, Alice is my miracle...lickin' em' pink popsicles
If she axe nicely, I'll give her ice scream reciprocal

Dawg,

This trip, be up on my bacon pan somethin' electrical
I'm wired like ten jackals pacin' past the paradoxical
Again, I'm that swisher blunt, done crashed all obstacles

Please...fix me.

[Coup]

I'm

Haunted by the memories of places I've been
Of my faceless past sins, palpitations' & spins
Running up endless stairs. Up lifes' downward slopes
Knowin' the old, preparing up there Mountains of Hope
But I'm twisted in cobwebs, trapped in insidious plots
Just a spider asleep, life is feedin' me insects and rot
Crawling to the surface like fat worms after hard rain
My memory is power, like if a dream could star gaze
My dreams go uninterpreted, like a letter never read
It's the better end--I'm bitter for being altogether dead
Fuck choices I made, pleasures are some how sufferings
Just allow my voice to now measure
out these mutterings:

*

I'm still thirteen years old, joining a cult to find love
I'm the awkward bookish boy, adults' lies like OJ's glove
Their acid acceptance is my emotional oxy clean shine
Promise of fair weather but passive storms never reside

I'm still seven, and a Venus Flytrap tryin' to be mysterious
As my parents joke at the end of a marriage, why so serious ?
I'm still seventeen, walking in my first bid of doomed freedom
Somehow, even now I can't believe I just got rid of REASON

I still live in my car, years after founding a new family
Renting more permanent hurt. Astounding is my agony!
All the police, and criminals, and false friends linger & chill
Most are in my head; they're all sleepin' on box springs still
It's still my wedding day, the day of the birth of my child
The day we got the autism diagnosis, downward little smiles

It's the day my wife left me, and the day I left my wife
It's today, my child and wife in the oceans called life
Me on the shore, scribbling this essay in front of dolphins
It's all those times, together with thirty nails in my coffin

When you make truly significant life choices, remember this
Before you age, or commit a crime, use drugs, flash your tits
Or get married, or choose to be homeless: all splendor is shit
Some of these choices are crossroads, a direction you choose
Dreams can and will change you forever, a suggestion I use:

Treat your mind as a museum you must curate
In time a REBIRTH must come, it's not life but fate

[Coup]

Position a song bird on my shoulder
Singing Peter picked... poison peppers
Perched in perfect pitch... of pictures
Then stack seashells, topside my ocean box
Listen lost, as ice cream hides soft polka dots
Rusty hallows, downsized in pistol smoke
Of pink pony rides, must be some isotopes...

Close the door, turn out the light

Then set war birds atop a powder keg
Wick a fuse in an hour to an outer edge
Pluck feathers and kick start zero, Hiroshima
Sequestered shadows hear no, bleed blood
Silhouettes exhausting like hairpin fractals
Air signals bomb Alice, her fear of rabbit holes
Do all this, inside your cerebral cortex
Install this urge, or just let your pours sweat

[Coup]

Speak to me on a level never felt. Past or present...

Standing tall, in defiance of your collar bone. Hallow be thy- oh you! So prized, by alliance again with science. Cold. Showering signs, lined with sticks stacked in stones. So true, like a fish in, out of water asking why fins get so stoned ?

I don't know.

Like fresh salt licks sold in Seas. To Scholars who somersault brooks, reeling in only cheddar cheese. Acid reflex follows. Brought up by sequence, as only in secret we agree to disagree. Too heavy, and when the feather flys free, simply be. Against me is the scenic way. Believe it. Oh so miserable me. Take the next exit, now so sinister seen.

Seek me out. On a plain never drafted. Now or later.

See if we climb together, only to be asked why ? My answer ? Foul ply in a sea saw. Holy on the other side, reeds and all. That's because we open doors that at a distance, freely fall.

For us, of us. By us. FUBU not. Fear us, because we clot blood.
Shot out, to fish Brook Trout and blot out flower buds.

Give me reason. And I will. Give me you and it's done.

On an ice burg tip, cooked short of common sense.
A shore once was, for us. Of us, on this ocean trip.

[Coup]

If I never talked
I wouldn't listen more
Cos I'm that fresh, frozen dialog
Of conversations unspoken
Between contention and sulfur heat

If I never listened
I wouldn't listen, or be thirsty
Because I'm a rooster quit cold turkey
Deploy this tactic, can't you see some static ?
Constituting emergencies on my path with
Dynamic planning, with fast bandwidth

I'd rotor wisdom on empire
Broadcasting reversals over tight rope
So, the less noise I make
The more I communicate this:
Body language like ghost shell
Illumines my snake pit,
pent up mostly, by screaming wholesale

What is it, but is what is
Sometimes when, on what consequences


Don't you get it fool ?

I'm that Porcelain boy soldier, little atlas chin
Who Chariots a land rover, over his requiem
Riding cursed Frankenstein monster
First to herd Cyclops in past bad posture
Though, you will fail to understand this,

Because of Fair Trade Poppy
Awful habit. Contrived little carcinogens
Dry Skittles eaten alive by his Rabbit Friend
Easter eggs: painted by China synthetics
Incubated puzzles cracked concave genetics

What ?

[Coup]

Synchronize my exterior to display nothing but superior superlatives, disguising our eyes only after our interiors were certainly sure we did. All is kept silent of which is alienable in open water- never too far off are jaws of intercept inept on all attainable truths spoken for barter.

Demonstrate all the hate, however pastel painted, you retain in lieu of me. It's hostel, raided by youths in fox holes both dying and surviving orthodox souls simultaneously.

Go on. Proceed. Demonstrate how I feigned shy of snared dividends. Short of hilarity as I expected this autumn again.

How you instead casted calls of Amnesty auditioned in clarity. Only to be paired with me, if and only sparingly then. And as such, a pallet of two lonely September symphony blends, colored Splendid into a splendor of animation seeing more suspended.

Heh, the vulgarity was amber, the diva friend, a tint of flavor applauded behind closed doors being orally tested by men. Hurriedly monetized, though not really offended.

So slow, too fast.

Too fixated on photo finishes. Soon out-fielded with photon particles Irish-Blue in blemishes. Two related too mirror in any remembrance. Too sedated. Fears of infinity. Just too 'you' to radiate two cadences capable of atypical symmetry. It is not so. Not sustainable, quite frankly.

Simon says so.

[Coup]

I like an audience
so I do things,
random things

I was at an Assembly once
and fell asleep to monotony
to rasping echos, falling
into a nursery of short attentions

the speaker was one bearded neck vocalizing
safe sex or vote or die or whatever
I was sleeping anyways, don't matter

an elbow nudged a lower rib
and I lifted crusty eyes
took in a thousand images
and bit my lower lip yawing
I mentally told off the dude next to me
and my head rocked back again

an elbow again
fuck it, let's roll

I pulled out a Marlboro from a shirt pocket
light it against one hundred gasps
exhaled into infinity, smoke rings for Jesus
I guess, whatever

I stood to stretch my jeans
but really to see the sea of faces
all point blank, some laughing
some judging, most up tight

the bearded speaker froze
now every ounce of energy
turned on me, I took another drag
I was the Assembly now
speaker, or whatever
don't matter, they led me
into the lime light

I exhaled into a womans face
never noticed her really
because I was on the stage now

Looking into the sea of cookie cut faces
I took another drag of the Marlboro
exhaled thinking about what to do
up here, king of the mountain
thinking

fuck it,
I pressed a white knuckle
against a hitch hikers thumb
knocking my Marlboro back
to let the mother fucker with
happy elbows have a sentiment
of my attention

[Coup]

Truth is a Rubix cube. Hmm, how should I put it
It's confusion to whom who have no rules to use it
Just put yo mind on the sovereign father
Eyes on the signs, and solve it with the solver

Think not,

Triple sec, on a simple bet
It cripples vets and gentile sects
A Strong drink salted in sinful sweat
And the song it sung, sings y'all fizz me yet ?
Like a cocktail, it tints of sex
Dissect the lyrics, be free from shallow depths

Too much Truth, and not enough Religion
Wheat germ-juice knotted in, pucked out ten lemons
So much soothing. Shooting shit smooth since salvation's se7en

Let me remind you

Your pagan temple is chasing devils, wood and stone
You say no ? We should go down all those idol roads ?

YAH MY FATHER

Shalom

[Coup]

I got this brittle shell
It's ready to expose core
baring my secret scar
even now as it cracks
I sip the inside yolk.
To protect my hurt
all I can do is nurture
my nature and creature
I offer no condolence
I clean up the cover up
looking for the way out
seeing just an exit wound
outside under 14.2 Psi
boiling cess pools abound
I think I'll drip in open bath
become aware of depth
with little to drown in
my life is on the line
this is paradise of paradox.
A life saving memories
spent at an absolute end
as the shade strikes deep
sinks familiar sun in me, never again
clarity is death, feeling very confused
I've wanted both. Was sure I didn't
such a sterile horizon, me in a jar
insightful I digress. Confess, reflex.
still my chin lifts so high
my mind rewinds mix tape
Stop. Pause. Play.
In this pineapple express

[Coup]

Oblique monolith at Giza
Maginot line of the French
Wall of the great Orient
Aqueduct of Roman Nile
All beguiled disposition of necessity
Indispensable, now phylogeny nodes
Branches que the builders
The trunk: financier of development
The roots dissipate evil nutrient
The resistant hunger strike
Opportunists feed a new world
Little leaves blown off mother
Pollination strategy: shock and awe
DNA matches old colossal carve
Know how of ancient working
Treaty of betrayal, ready rehearsal
Seeking in the name of blood line
Yesterday’s construct refined
Today the house is built
Flat, sharp angle line
Rib cage unable to sigh
Stiff outside, hot inside