Write To This Picture: May '06
 

Write to this picture by Gilles Tran for May

i smoke herbs walk around stop and laugh
walk around street curbs and passed a giraffe
i took that as an illusion since i aint that intellegent
but my brains so polluted my god i seen an elephant
my underwear's fudged it must just be the drugs
that cars untouched but that bitch gon get crunched
fuck gettin my dick sucked ima stick it up his trunk
shit my minds more baked than raisin's in the sun
those british muthafuckas livin in another world
there animals'll crunch us i feel sorry for that girl
how the fuck is that beast floating in the air??
all i can do is stop in the streets and just stare

Paving slabs are passed over for more purpose,
With perhaps enough proud presence though worthless,
Due to the enygma of elephants erking overhead,
And erraneous eaons of energy directing the dead,
Why the wry worthy yet oh so washy alliteration,
Well when words and actions walk into complications,
Clowns and queues compare to conscious decisions,
Containining class comes co-ordination like incisions,
Now this is jibberish jangling and jumping high,
Drowning jiving juxtapositions of white jedi's,
Rounding and running rain through the right tiles,
Where as rings worn by princesses ranging in piles,
Files of fetishes come from flying animals,
Frying flips and feeling smooth like cannon balls,
None of that made sense so heres an answer on the fly,
How can I write normality when an elephants in the sky?

i'd been watching her from the corner of the highest window
with simple thoughts of ramming inside this bimbo.
the pervetion increases, knowing her breasts are hot
and trying to cool down by hoping out her dress' top.
yet, she stops to restrain them, adjusting her strap
as a tremor begins to quake her anxious chest from the back.
she looks around, i duck under the pane for protection.
hoping this erection doesn't go away in a second.
i hear a hard shattering scream. fucking battered my dreams
although i was hella caucious, it had to be seen.
so i peer out the glass to see an elephant passing me.
hoping across the street like he's got rabbit's feet.
i'm thinking the pervertion's got me a bit distraught;
so i take off towards the restroom to piss it off.
when i return, i see my mistress about to be punished
by the creature's foot, thinking nothing of it!
i yell, "watch out!" she doesn't even hear me.
the waves of my voice are blocked by an ear piece.
so as the shadow eclipses her, the elephant snorts
and erases her from view like she'd never been born.
so, defeated, i begin to lip my pants and cry
until i hear a dainty voice passing by.
so actually, i'm not as sad as this is meant to suggest
cus it was her fine ass sister in a skimpier dress.