So Be It

Plate-spinner off a late dinner

One fallen plate away from a date with the plague bringer

One away from drugged-up in a cage

Or all the fun in the world succumb to sudden malaise

When his ship come in, what a run-in

Rudder bugging, sail sliced up, somebody, "Would you mind if I cut-in'd?"

I would've in the young, wild and stubborn

But honestly, the current version might invite the upend

Auburn sky with multiple suns comp'd in

The rising and setting, steady referencing John Venn

Assembling these momentary overlapping super suns

Beautiful, but lumens ain't some renewable two for one to fool with

Fire with fire is not a great fight

Fire and fire is on the same side

A lotta history there, a couple novas even

Hard to see a closed circle in the throes of open season, but

Don't look down (so be it)

Come sit still

Let things fall

Cro mag at the park with a bag of birdseed

Stolen hand-warmers, flag of world peace

Street Roots word puzzle crusher, on commercial feed

Circumvent the tall man, searching for eternal peace

Nervous from the service, it make him the perfect worker bee

To what end? To what even is biodiversity?

I mean, four walls, all hours, no change of clothes

Low waterline, dry whole grain oats

Whole worth wrapped in what you can make with your bare hands

When sitting independent of the greater square dance

And whether after all the smoke clear and flares vanish

It can actually make another's arm hair stand

Well, can it? Soul Blade or Old Maid

I'm somewhere in the middle, pretty fizzled on the whole charade

Still mixing up the stolen with the homemade

Rapping for my life, and being difficult to locate

Don't look down (so be it)

Come sit still

Let things fall

On his second Arabica, hecka hackles up

Edging outta latency, take me to the miraculum

Backing off the b-team, blacking out name tags

Never name a rabbit you apprehend for the game-bag

Rabbit after rabbit, I'm backlogged

I'm bag over shoulder, handing rabbits out to pack dogs

Santa Claus, unbowed, running from the un-fun

Get about as far as the bodega and my lungs are done

Did the same shit yesterday

And the day before, oh, for heaven's sake

You can't just coach someone to "go out there and resonate"

You go out there hoping the residents already ate

Revenant, flare gun, life straw, tinder-sticks

Headed for the leopard's mouth, who let him out? He isn't chipped

They shoulda never let him out the chrysalis

Shit, if it's really wilderness on wilderness on wilderness

Don't look down (so be it)

Come sit still

Let things fall