janky tire popped my streak to summit,
low profile wheel screeched the street through rubber meat,
flopping my heat every cycle. The dream takes a night’s rest to get hindsightful.
could’ve prevented a damn thing the rambling boasted no conclusion.
chose to coast a loppy feel the effects of mild confusion.
w/ contusions his brain is juicin the sane lane his mother
would rather him cruisin’. put away with the same game his fortune is out there humming a light signal i can sense it with missile type sonars in my pencil.
flirt with blow darts with tents full, wild bodies get suspenseful, her child taught me the Heaven’s meant soul.