even in the dead of night
while the rats run
in the absence of light
the birds still sings
full of life
let the heart beat
to the music of the breezes
as its twists and dances
between the branches

i put a hole in my head
so that i might better read my thoughts
words displayed between the pink and grey matter
even teeth stick
into the dry wall
wood
and plaster
drayno drinks
foam at the mouth to clean
the clogs in our pipe dreams
no seams to tear
as we balance upon the gallows beam
high above the city
catch light eyes do gleam back in disgust
for even as my feet dangle
i have their necks bent
below me
forced to look up

rising water begs
for the solemn sailors sip
so that we might slip into the depths
eyes closed for the last transcendental breath

We call it the Bloc
Aint free to live our lives
the streets steady patrolled
by the cops
living in the clouds
Wiz Kahlifa dreams
this is a duck hunt
prepared to get shot
every day children's names
forever lost.