Texas Fontanella

J. Unentitled

The decisions we made in

Eros as we skidded across the terraces

unburied all the heavens

we shot you with phones and tablets etc

The flashes had me flush it was incessanter

taking out the trash talk to me,

a blister in the sun stroke

Surry, not sozzle about the gun smoke

Give it five

Leave and let die

I'll grieve when it's pies to the face

Book officials in the sky fatally fissures

Seeing who I am

Another wig in place of Em

DMAs on the stairs there

Splurging on air five bucks a breath

How many of those gets you undressed?

Creepy, but'll make you immortal without weird taskforces

Video stills may give extra arms and tusks, call me ahead of the curve ball

Never had the fourth, so they went out and broke the third wall

Transpire to literature's homelessness

Though don't hoedown less is more

Whenever throw down, glow from my nein nein nein clause

I'm the one riding the laws in this planet

And only when I get bored snaps do I can it, obsess the damage overdrawn sandwich

I'm broker cos I left work so you could stay if we was having tissues

Now whenever I walk into the room, they file me new issues

If a grown up - grow up

Don't give em out cos we owed fucks

Belchin in court, pardons me, really

Ain't got a life, so I'm after three, clearly

Wouldn't know who those parcels be

It's a ship of fools love, will to power play

You say you're there for me but are an hour late.

And It feels like a set up, my treasure gets tight

Your moods change weather, now it’s fight or flight

I go under - the ocean takes flight

Dont want to get better you just want to be right

It feels like a set up, my treasure gets tight

Your moods change weather, now it’s fight or flight

I go under, and the ocean’s alight

Carpe diazepam

Joyriding in a car, tho my face raining avocados

the RA drugged one

captain cooked cunt

my vocab's too big a risk for this

you can suck on my clitoris this is

the reason we the stalwarts

because we push it style wards

tudiculate crassulent philagyrists

only always late cos we the highest

been doing drug raps since we been watching rug rats

awry you see us fumbling and go fuck that

shit

a communist what rocks

the gonzo fist put the cannibals onto cannabis now Hannibal only hang yourself

Fish the vampires out on amphetamines round

the campfire's selling ketamine

business

tho who has even got rid of two cvs

I never chased up a gram of 2cb

Dad got his heroin

I killed time on erowid

such good trips I've got a

brain rhyme from another galaxy

chains tinkle otherwise a fallacy

of missing proportions

Massive contortions

Don't need lyrical word play to split miracles all day in my kitchen

fit out syllables in more ways get dizzical literal right here right where

butches see my legacy grow better leg it g no better mc than ampersand

dope whether trying or not overland

that forking good

cos we the talking hoods

don't barely even touch your broken neck of the woulds

so very ill spoken I'm all the shoulds

only ever booked by an editor

I'm the it in et cetera

the kid that be shredding ya

faster than federer

yes I did pleasure her

and I'm not even hetera

justice a con

scripted to miss in this price war

all the sick kunts kissing the no

tongue twisting that aint on the dance floor

chu think I play with your pants for

I'm not falling in love

I'm just falling in clubs

drawing in guns

and free

balling for fun

cos me and my mates trick more than the matrix we're in

arresting the coppers

munching on tenners like they be gobstoppers

and fuck now the ocean is g

we want that dopamine

you can’t kill a trip in the operating system

like look up at the sky and let it break you're already swimming with

our muses heads off

to the bar

for a few brews

says

da coppers caught me before I was on the run

I shot myself in the foot before buying a

Gun down all enlightenment ideals

the gyre spins and weaves excitement I steal

W Yeats got nothing on me

trouble you lately that's why I'm in

the skillions

an interdimensional shapeshifting reptilian

whose eyes lies glitchy as pistons have

a super module

your doc

bottled

consider this to be fool throttled By the breakbeat

generation of 68 me out of

distant doubts they'll ever be shore what it's all about

being the blurst in the inter nation an impatient in patient

is this real life or just a sea of fanta?

ionno, like, does shaving cause cancer?

he skinny like bryan so put me into bet

this guy’s too poor to buy a free tibet

or even really pay a tension

the bare necessities mother fuck my intentions

were good job on the birthday suit

me and angus the grip had to be in cahoots

now you am i are a karma sutured mickey muse

dafter than punk

sounding alarms

citing civil unrest on this animal farm

when you said utopia is this what you meant

the brave new word

of witches you bent

more pins in that voodoo child

they don’t grow up they just grow

oscar wilde

say no wuckaz

just a psychopathetic ruckus

from where you can pick up a cig butt and chew it

2770

that's mount druitt

alive stinking and keeping simple and suspicious

more skid than vicious

Charlie's sleeping in the surf ants creeping out his stitches

help me become a bear

witness

to my ex military industrial complex

can't win for I am so lit I'm a rapture came down from the sky just to slow clap ya like last time I had sex was it with a drunk badger

rocking the hazmat dissing the nasdaq it

sneaking in a sack whack shit

all my rhymes on abfab blew yours away in Syria

no content to your stuff like that's

timothy learier

no business here just stashes

get in on it not fashion

don't need you to say it ratchet

and clanging

I'm eating rat shit and ganging

up on Plato's

caving at the plagiarism case and that's a biological tape recorder wasted

or so the story goes from the same hordes of superstructure heads

whose stories shown in slow mode show that their ekstasis

was never achievable no matter how they

fucked up the first step to being a fuck up

next tried for twelve steps and finished em punch drunk

Say their evolution won't be televised

but may be powered by a bunch of Bic lighters

like

were they city lights turned kaleidoscopic fractals

or just shitty nights we spent running from jackals

Like is that atlas W the world on her shoulders

or a giant King Kong tryna take it over

Not the horror of living

up a capital

what would Freud say

a mutated ancient polis growing concrete ulcers

full of rats feasting quiet on all our rounds

Up our reality film see

cos on private property egalitys flimsy

the electric kool aid fuck you test

where vamps predicted to suck you dead

and something how she in it to win it but still she runs from drugs

cos too many synthetic hallucinogenic

dead dial tone

paddy wagon lights

on this street all is loaned

a stoner's throw away from a hospital hitch

and when they punch on them rocks will

shit

we're documenting Brazilians that Gilliam missed and

he says he appreciates the entrepreneurial spirit

but if you see a seven headed dragon - kill it

cos they forge freedom as long as you oppressed

the sickest politicians since Adam West

where everyone race to board sunken ships

the United states of drunkenness

where you follow the invisible hand of Adam Smith

but it's really just the hand they be smacking you with bitch

I'm too hip to hop

too street to stop

too hot to pop

too ghetto

to let go

Anxiety breath

I myth the ear

th I need

like a toilet to suck

me down again

Where the truth's a Ponzi scheme

A regret that stays

like a dead dog

piano smile How you'd leave me

Marooned on a desert mountaintop beach

With pseudo hippies

Mmmmmm

I'd like to buy a

Volcanic sink

I want to buy

Anything at all

The arterial plexus vow

An artisanal plectrum

Empty bottle sighs

Artificial Pleco fish go by

Art Deco flesh

Globular

Globaler

Gobbler

Cobblestone sheets

Gobbled up

Hobbled up shops

Dyslexic diss static

Open up your evenings to dis staring

Sediment in nebuliser

Cinnamon in nebulae

At the wall for flowers

This is

no way to end

Up in a poem

Send up in a poem

Sand down down down inner poem

Done worry

He's just a misnomer poet

Inviolate capitalism

Sorry for being so

Beans are not salty

Nuts assaulting

Potato cauliflower spanner

Balancing balancing echoes

Potato after potato

New balancing

It's all he'd eat

Sorry for being

Undiagnosed artistic

Tuned your noses up at

your too hip to hop gnosis

Till we hit

a fork in the tungsten

Slipped a flicker

Fit like a something but

Nuthin'

My nuthin'

THAT gnaws away like inflation

I have the ineffable

Voices

pounce like waves

I'm lost in a © of them

"Madness is my truth. Baby,

I'm handcuffed to the real"

Kill the itch / Krill the rich

Upskill the glitch in the morning

I'm environmentally ill

Moaning Illustration offal

Poseidon ivy

The pollutants here are beautiful

Enough for now

Reduce beauty then more

Impeccable lawns

Yearn to yawn

Windows blank me

Not even a stutter

Should read shutter

Speed blink shuttle

Bug fork

Lift me out of recession

My

Love, according to ai,

According to aid

Is now just a dream

Of the prison industrial complex

Operating

Oper

ating

Imperfectly

Which is no way to end

Up in a poem

It's more just a car

Wrapped around a wine bottle

Scene on the way

To work anyway