Keeping it real
before the inverted rainbow.
I'll be wishing to skip the drill
somersault on my sweet high-lows
till the sun is up
because i can keep the spot from the woes.

The poison circling in my eyeballs
and the placards i hold shift letters.
White light, sharp and short.
Release the white cherubs in your mouth
to receive cheers and chops.
Swing arms till we tire
and retire to uncertainty