05 September 2013

TREE POEM


i worship the weather or nothing
i sing small talk into the grass of my dead families families
on a body of us
I AM A RAP GOD
I WILL SUCK RAIN FROM THE SKY
W/ MY DANCE
W/ THE BREAKING OF MY BRANCHES
i can make the heavens weep
for watching
and laugh at my wasted time here

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