RIP MF DOOM
You helped teach me how to rhyme.
Thank you.

on the interstate
I feel like a virus in the bloodstream
of some massive beast.
I feel glad to be here.

I feel alot of things.

I feel ugly is underrated.
I feel apathy like hearing rats in the walls.

at least I feel anything at all.
really.

in that flow state
where everything is a brushstroke

end to end
grow fade air is buried
I'm as ancient as I am unknown

period.

weary kids make the best
clearly dead adults;
my fabled gilded career tree.
if I built it they would've came, right?
cradled wilted;
the mirror me waving at me
when I'm not looking.

should have been a comma.

I learned that fighting
something only made
it stronger when I had
finally come to hate my heroes.

I hear you breathing in
every syllable of that sentence.
I hate it.

doomsday in a two piece suit
asks, "what the **** is a bleeding edge?"

i apologize for my photons going pinball
as long as they probably will.

smile and take it.

meanwhile,  
we are in lotus pose
on a crowded sidewalk
pouring gasoline over our heads.

every mirror is a door.
it's always been like that.
time-lapse.
bend light through the way
fresh bread smells right out of the oven.

i knew your name once
and i believe myself this time.

To J. Toombs,
sovereign de la deluge:
we love you.

Remember the willows
and our many conversations
about the nature of doorways.

Catch me at the solstice
howling about the half and half
being frozen.

A labyrinth is a match flicked
into a pool of gas one will notice
only if one has ever before ignored fate

Say thank you.