Up to the counter for some "more please'
wee'in new or-leans
de'tour queens
sa'cat a phatta cat alist thro shore means
these pourings
"I like to make drawerings"
A bit byting crumbs snacking crackers for fun
stacking numbers on one
polly's vocab-babble-un
on' anon'whew'be'yond mouth to mouth
chick'lits we gon kick nuthin' but spittin' dem out
composting the doubt..
"wha'ch'u talkin about"
''tut-tut''"sama sama"planta bean tree
now we be climbing
'da'shore a finding
Stalkin'castle'top tassled towers
o'pend I bend by rhyming
gates of shining
carved by lightning
"what up!"give it up to da cat n da dog
come to crack thu the fog
listen'in to jazz in bogs
attack of the frogs
Sly butt'ta luck peellin up next level' n'yall
na'go measureing small
'na'no teathering ball
a feather we fall
free falling down
breakin the lock
pop the spot
past the block where we gather
up where a bouts over fences of shadow
at last to the entrance where I' spent pitter patter
A wrench in the vent now a bend in the rafta
an now we see what we're after
afta'de'path, is a math a ma'tician
mu'sician
mission'in a ma'ma a may listen
up'n'up
wishing on'n along
drifting ears of the fawn
finding the koi of the pond
this toy is a wand
magik pen sendin'bombs
after the master bringing in the ten tonnes
I'll be sending the one
to the childrun
they'll be listen'nun
while chill'un done
all on one
n' the two three to the twelve
we stand side by side
the b-sides of our selves
im'a psilli elf but you be anything that you like
math a majician ..a fair ray on the mic
row phones
domes merrilly carrying sake trays
dream life that we lead
and now see the coloring greys
praises s'pray blues purple and red
deep cyan essence the teal in your head
feeling the lead
and how im lifted by feathers
I know the truth of the matter is we do this together
together we gather
a bit bita da bliss'ning
all mirror scatta shatta'd
all'a part of our mission'ning
nine are the rings but the one most of all
is the one we connect when the phone gets the call...
wee'in new or-leans
de'tour queens
sa'cat a phatta cat alist thro shore means
these pourings
"I like to make drawerings"
A bit byting crumbs snacking crackers for fun
stacking numbers on one
polly's vocab-babble-un
on' anon'whew'be'yond mouth to mouth
chick'lits we gon kick nuthin' but spittin' dem out
composting the doubt..
"wha'ch'u talkin about"
''tut-tut''"sama sama"planta bean tree
now we be climbing
'da'shore a finding
Stalkin'castle'top tassled towers
o'pend I bend by rhyming
gates of shining
carved by lightning
"what up!"give it up to da cat n da dog
come to crack thu the fog
listen'in to jazz in bogs
attack of the frogs
Sly butt'ta luck peellin up next level' n'yall
na'go measureing small
'na'no teathering ball
a feather we fall
free falling down
breakin the lock
pop the spot
past the block where we gather
up where a bouts over fences of shadow
at last to the entrance where I' spent pitter patter
A wrench in the vent now a bend in the rafta
an now we see what we're after
afta'de'path, is a math a ma'tician
mu'sician
mission'in a ma'ma a may listen
up'n'up
wishing on'n along
drifting ears of the fawn
finding the koi of the pond
this toy is a wand
magik pen sendin'bombs
after the master bringing in the ten tonnes
I'll be sending the one
to the childrun
they'll be listen'nun
while chill'un done
all on one
n' the two three to the twelve
we stand side by side
the b-sides of our selves
im'a psilli elf but you be anything that you like
math a majician ..a fair ray on the mic
row phones
domes merrilly carrying sake trays
dream life that we lead
and now see the coloring greys
praises s'pray blues purple and red
deep cyan essence the teal in your head
feeling the lead
and how im lifted by feathers
I know the truth of the matter is we do this together
together we gather
a bit bita da bliss'ning
all mirror scatta shatta'd
all'a part of our mission'ning
nine are the rings but the one most of all
is the one we connect when the phone gets the call...
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Re: Jazzfest flow
Thu, May 5, 2005 - 2:20 PMIt's been a while
since I opened myself up to spontaneous coincidence
getting rid of this
whistles
in abandoned houses
mouses
in my room
listening
I can't hang out like a cranberry in a bog
I'll be spied upon instead
doesn't matter
they can catch one of the people in my head
cause I'm covered
between the other nine
I'll be discovered
If I drink past the wine
and combine my alcohol
so tonite I'll stick to one
and remain secret
under the camera and street light
on this intersection at midnight
Haven't made it to new orleans
but have some bourbon for me
and I'll catch it on the inbetweens