mixed mercury.... aka junk...
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3rd..
i feel like the chick in that flick,
standing drenched in blood sugar baby
so it might stick magic
and they're all gonna laugh at me
or maybe more
like a moulting soft-shelled crab
crawling up a cut-glass reef...
one slip and i'm shrimp
this new porcelain skin,
tucked away
in his back pocket
and sat on
not a child with an ugly prize
i'm a moulting soft-shelled crab
deep fried and served up hot
and everyone who thinks me food
and thinks it's good
finds my mercury
content to let them die
let them swim these seas i leave therein
inky black.
What then?
...fuckers
i feel like the chick in that flick,
standing drenched in blood sugar baby
so it might stick magic
and they're all gonna laugh at me
or maybe more
like a moulting soft-shelled crab
crawling up a cut-glass reef...
one slip and i'm shrimp
this new porcelain skin,
tucked away
in his back pocket
and sat on
not a child with an ugly prize
i'm a moulting soft-shelled crab
deep fried and served up hot
and everyone who thinks me food
and thinks it's good
finds my mercury
content to let them die
let them swim these seas i leave therein
inky black.
What then?
...fuckers
It's all yellow.
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A: Superstrength
B: Flight
C: Invisibility
It should be easy but now you have to think about what you could do with crabs...
Anyone what I'm getting at is
"some new porcelain skin
tucked neatly away
in some back pocket"
Take out the "some" it's kind of a useless word in this poem - but I like some of the imagery here
was my first choice
and i think i'd want flight as my superpower
I think that is an excellent choice!
how are ya this fine monday morning?
How are you Ms. Mellow Yellow?
mellow even maybe
I call the mellow, Yellow!
Just butter it!
"one slip and i'm shrimp"
this is so good, yellow.
moulting softshell/inky seas
i love the imagery
the VENDETTA
OF gettin' em back...
'new porcelain skin' is so sensual
and juxtaposes super well
with black ending~
thanks for sharing this one.
(ps/it's a megalong, but there's a reference to you in backpost Jung..bigfish review )
(but to save you the read: the clues are
fried elephant crap and Daffodils.....giggles)
i shall flesh out jung this evening
thank you for zee comments
i'll have to buy you an ice-cream....at Baskin-Robbins on 3rd.
(haha 3rd ave...and yr sequence marker on aka junk -3rd,
goodone....)
*** as to where's the puke poem?
haha, well, for public safety it was BANNED...
see, it had little green-tinged chunks of BEEF
in the spewy sputum...
and there were rumors of Mad Cow Disease
and so...for the good of all concerned....
~~~
i was thinking again on mixed-mercury
and sad
for all those oyster boys, too
~~~peace and twizzles~~
i remember the first time i took an oyster into my mouth
and the second
:~
have you ever read radar's poem about ed's smile? it was super sweet...
please be "Yes"
please be "Yes"
please be "Yes"
please be "Yes"
please be "Yes"
Radar: You need to check out the book "I Wanna Be A Ho" by Velvet Jones.
Yellow: If'n pimpin' is you business, then business is good!
Ad Rock's at the door
MCA's in the back
cuz he's skeezin' with whore
No sleep 'till...........
Brooklin!
He be Rhymin' and Stealin'!
And Then I Fuck It Up And Then I Turn It In
And Then I Turn It Out, Got The Body Rockin' Sound
And Then You Know I'm Gonna Get Down And
Eat A Scooby Snack And Take Disco Nap
Because I'm Shopping At Sears, 'Cause I Don't Buy At The Gap
Sending This One Out To All The Funky Inspirations
Pretty Purdie On The Drums With The Beat Relations
Well, I'm Working On Rhymes, They're Coming Line By Line
Trying To Put What I Feel Into Word And Rhymes
I've Got A Feeling Coming On, I've Got To Make Some Shit
A Little Something Stupid, For The Twisted And Sick
Because I Drive Like A Maniac On The Streets
And I Don't Give Fuck 'Cause I've Got The Beats
Got My Nuts Swingin' From Left To Right And
Right To Left And I'm Death Defying
Alright Hear This
Alright Hear This
I Spin My Fortune On A Wheel Like Sajak
Here's The Payback Keep Going Strong Like Since The Way Back
I Try To Be Myself But I Lose Track
'Cause The Shit Gets Complicated Now I've Got To Get Back
As We Learn To Breed Love For One Another
In These Times Of Melying Cultures
I Give Respect For What's Been Borrowed And Lent
I Know This Music Comes Down From African Descent
Because I Don't Need A Magic Potion
Let Me Talk About Back Field In Motion
My Girls Got Cheeks For Weeks And I'm Happy
You Know I'm A Sneak Like My Old Grand Pappy
I Gotta Give Thanks To My Man Archie Shep
For Staying True To Inspiration And I Don't Half Step
So I Kick Out The Jams And Tell You Who I Am
And I Talk To The People Like Les Mccann
[Chorus]
I Ask God For A Rhyme Or Two
A Little Something For The Wise As Well As The Fool
A Little Something To Affect A Little Taste Of Change
For The Together And The Strong As Well As the Dearanged
I'll Do You Right Like Bobby Knight
And Then I'm Rapping On The Mic To The Broadway Light
Stomp My Hands, I Clap My Feet And
I'm Bugging Off Yusef Lateef
I Got A Match To My Ass And I'm A Keep It Lit
I Need To Get Some Cash, Call My Accountant Britt
I'm Rushing Around Town Taking Care Of My Functions
Always Got One More Thing So Forget About Function
We Create This World And The Problems Go On
Create Our Lives And The Things That Go Wrong
So To The Deaf, The Blind, Look Around And Listen
To What It Is You Want And For What You're Wishing
Do you kids still use "fly" as a slang adjective?
If not, then that was swell.
I don't want to be tripping.
Know what I am saying, player?
i don't think they're even saying "phat"
i think as soon as middlewhiteamerica hears about it, it's out...
So, I guess there'll be no more chllin' all phat with my homies, checkin' out fly girls and flashin' the bling bling to try to get some chicken stank on my hang lo then, eh?
"Girls" just came on the radio station!
Too flippin' funny!
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