scrytching not-scrytch but damn if it isn’t all scrytch and maybe that’s the real point.
funny thing about scrytching, i find
i’m doing it all over the damn place.
song lyrics in particular get snagged,
dragged, pulled into the alley where
my thuggish thoughts wait to rearrange,
to make their serifs sans.
though i suppose unless it is unrecognizable,
it really isn’t scrytch and thus, can’t be.
so just remember, this doesn’t exist, and
what changes are made are extractions
maybe secret additions, as me
and my many perditions,
hope for remedy to a condition
that i keep choosing
i didn’t use to understand
the term ‘sunny techno’
but i do now
radiation sunrise
bones blasted white and clean
on glass parking lots
where libraries used to stand
somewhere, the segue way waits
connect these thoughts
with those, make it one
the one we forgot
always was and is
this is tricky, tricky disco
but we’ll get there… eventually
now the system starts to reboot
debug the kernal, stabilize
uplifting, uprooting the veins of the tree
so many branches have withered and dieing so slowly
only confusion and common delusion
can be the result of the path we’re choosing
to walk or to run under the moon or the sun
taking of space, being a star or trying to become one
we’re undone meaning that we’re yet to finish
but we’re still undone meaning we’re done
got to love those oxy-roxy-morons
hold it down hold it down shake it off
hold it down until then we’re throwing it up
Pick up what’s left of my so called mind
Put my pen to the paper and rhyme
We’re under water and wondering how wet we can get
We’re soaking to the point that we’re out spoken
Is the mind open yet?
Starve fear, feed life
Be completely different all together
Then — decide which one is better
Or that neither are
Let me see you mother fuckers deal with this shit every night
I wanna see one of you walking in my shoes
In less than six seconds you’ll be begging
To take them off and be you
This shit is heavy like a gang of fat bitches
Who love to wear their clothes tightly
but you don’t know
half the time, i don’t myself
still, i’m more afraid of myself
than anything this world can hurl at me
you don’t know me like I do
for all you think you do
i’m dangerous contagious rapacious
i see with night-sighted eyes
finding all the truth in you
by knowing all my lies
oh it’s all about going there
oops, turns out the song didn’t live
pulled its bridges apart
set its chorus to screams
only a few small words left
and they drip through the crevice
on the sidewalk
and disappear
looking at my hands, culprits
quickly search the corpus
then, slow footsteps until
lost again in the crowd
my heart stops pounding
i can feel i got away clean
even if my hands are dirty in ways
that will never wash off