#envoker

"Mammals tend to forget we're in the room"

By the pricking of my thumbs

something wicked this way comes

crescendo, rumbling only coming from rows of drums, catch tha tempo,

roll off the cliff, to the edge of the world, need a spliff to keep lifted

, obstacle hurtled, tilt our position like a hat, reality yoga guided by john searle

tip the titty adorned cat, regulate youths to polish their pearls

Squirrels watch us while we walk so diminish our small talk

knock on the door, knock outta the park, knock out a rebel

knock over memorials

memories sent astray

as if they were being dished out by the salesman billy mays

hes a demon, part of the self-forged mental haze

caught for days in this waste, blood feeling like a paste

post traumatic stress at its best, lest these crowds detest

the methods I refine from the rest

pivot on any position while I test jets

jesting is verbal jousting, 

rip up the letters

attending parties that need hosting

faust when, limits make me pout

the more letters we spout the more they seem to roll about

these sound waves, its the new way, method, ninja's way of life

clutched by our generations ambition to absorb information

then to wield it like a knife, then smile at our neighbors as if we are converging to sail kites, but thats all that I have for you tonight

good bye old friend lets keep it outta mind and outta site.