No Title To This... Just Some Quick Something...
 

love note gun smoke,
i whirl the world on her halo.
eyes half open lost focus,
staggering toward armistice.
then i rise...
salaam groove sunglasses,
leisure suit genius.
i harvest fruit and flowers,
and they call me superhero.
alas...
i swing incredible indelible,
face like a fingerprint.
punch drunk salute,
adidos sweetheart your through.

this was sik. made lil sense seemed like senseless babbling, but i was feeling it. either or welcum 2 rb stay up and stay active.