Post by site on Jun 16, 2004 4:03:31 GMT -5
something from a poet—or is po’ technique? from your clothes closet I pull a dope sneak-ER. Um. yes, something of yours hidden in a breadbasket, with soap and a t-shirt. you lookin’ to escape? got a hot date with that late style of yours? of course not, better not break out like an acne outbreak off a beat break and breakin’ egg shells and breakin’ a dance style over a record as you melt wax and break in your old flows while I’m busy cooking a breakfast: bacon and eggs and you are “squish” in an omelet—tisk, tisk. is there something I’m forgetting?—that you had style. yes, that’s it.