whatever

so much of whatwouldbe faculties
goes to thermeostasis
probably my bestest quality
im feeling kinda whatever

whatever
i know everything
responsible only for some of it
the weight keeps me from doing owt about it

so im sitting down
on a bollard
on my bum
i feel my bottom
aware of how central it is
to my feelings
of whatever
that minute
a fart
i did it
it stinks of
whatever

a steady heady diet of oscillations
imma think about thinking about doing it
im already doing it
im a old man now
dont gotta prove nothing
move something
im already doing it
oh
look a balloon
look up a balloon
now
i know everything
the magic is gone
balloon popped
it respires no more
whatever

living life halal
let it drip out of every pore
deliberate surgical cut
submit
i still exist
step on fingers
on your precipice
i still exist
back here on earth
centre circle
one man kick off
the game still exists

i miss world
one wish
a 3D printed genie
from
a 3D printed lamp
so
i 3D print myself
?
one wish

i know
: everything

ah whatever
everyone is here
everyone is there
i am somewhere
in the middle of here and there

whatever
just touch me
nothing more
nothing less
touch me
with feeling
no expectation
no intention
we will cross that bridge
plant some seeds
blow up the bridge
build a parking lot
tall as babylon on very fertile soil
sit in a fast car
backseat
i will not undo your bra
dont say sorry
not just yet
we will cross that bridge
wont we
we will be
whatever

forever

nuclear

kick a man when he's down
i wouldnt do that
i swear
but the axioms
lack of self-awareness
is its own fat petard in its belly
gone off
& I'M supposed to digest that shit
?
thats a question
not a statement of fact
look me in the eye
when im talking to u
i will look right back
red hot irons in the fire
pull them out
think u black
say u got my back
i say u had my back
remembering the melanin
we back to back
back to black
dressed in inheritance
distressed keloid
soundtracks broken records
of shitty cover versions
of shitty songs
that your boys call soul
that aint got no soul
its all in your head
u aint got no clothes
i can smell it on your breath
my old man went crazy
for that shit which affects
old dogs of black gold wars
colour commentating
a commonwealth of criminality
the way its always been
saying haw haw hee hee
big man thats me
fly me to the fatherland
so i can keep company
with cool kids
in cathedrals of commerce
i can overdose on vitamins & minerals
til im sick to my stomach
im rich and im turn up
like u buy my silence
im obliged to stand here quiet
THIS IS A WHISPER
i double dare u police my tone
whatever register
whatever tongue
still no-one registers
whats been said
what was done
beige to the left of me
beige to the right
here i am stuck in the middle with u
conscientious beige on white
abstract ideas like everythings gonn be alright
dont move until its ratified codified
meantime
guacamole quaffed
coffee drunk
cigarettes smoked
cocaine sniffed
filibustering my sunshine
by any means necessary
imma get mine
this didnt start today
dont pretend that it did
remember where u are
stuck in the middle with me
whether u like it or not
& some like it hot
i got the mise in the kitchen
if u cant stand the heat
wigger stop with your bitching
i can maybe help u help yourself
if u aint gonna try
in a world thats trying it
u will be dealt with
i know people who know people
they can testify
they got dealt it
this is my condition
& these are my conditions
since day dot
u cannot start and then not finish
i can maybe help u help yourself
stand with me or u by yourself
an indecent proposal
a common wealth
are u coming with
?

olive oil

with the washcloth
the glass kitchen table top
with the angelface
& a box of tricks
spit & polish
a cheeky smile
a apron
say something
no nothing
u know what u doing
spider hands
with the mise en place
rigt now
richtig sauber