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