Alarming from Granada by Renaps

grab the belt loops, I
jump in my pants
that sound makes me dance but
not like music, I
realize I treat my life like, not like you did..like
possible fires
Ready to run to it & they
look at you crazy, gives me
holes in my tires-
being a kid-made-out-lier has
never been fun- always been
l a z y
mom&pop arms are heavy,
can’t raise their baby
drippin’ with save me
trippin’ in maybes-
head yellin’ “ok! please!”
big swears, no one cares, she's
cookin’ High— temper? sure
but she simmers when bae leaves-
pullin’ smoke, pushin’ daisies
daily
calls me weakly
I say "really?"
she laughs and says it repeatedly
sinking feelings, faucets leaky-
survival means you don’t complete me
I’ll never have you so
i’ll make it so you’ll never need me
and while the room is sour hot, I lay sweet and low
because, not really though
now just wishin' they'd desert me, pLEase
hit me with that filo dough
lift me from the feelings, go !
take me in layers- here-
bra,
Stop ! nono—
tank top, short sleeve, light sweater
turtleneck, vest,
long jacket, the rest

walls blacken against
smoke rising, my chest, they
can’t see it, but
I see
burnt cakes in the oven went, extinguished with
white icing-
the real covenant,
they wish to cover it up
nicely, but stay
going to waste,
you can’t hide the taste,
you can’t hide the taste-
I circumvent ! Fuck,
am I heathen sent-
I don’t know ether, but i’m not evil_
they stay
firing people, the
people fire the place, with
places hands on the faces with
mouths like "astonished" Os
and eyes like
“modest” Xs
Expecting
resurrections in
comforting smiles, in
spineless
inspires in…possible fires, I think --

no death impossible
know death, it’s possible !-
crazy gettin’ past birth, now
that’s the length of your worth
that’s the salt of the earth
. . . . .
my skin’s puffy, it
swells knowledge !
now, legible
livin’ with pockets, full
Apocryphal of
posie, posers
do I know them,
do I know her,
do they know me?

Ashes. Ashes. Ashes.
THEY ALL LONELY

We all- follow
down to hell-
fill up ourselves
w/ sanity

we heard to count the sheep in
the canopy of anarchy
we, herd the sheep we, count the
anarchy under
canopies.., cuz really
we feed ourselves IN-
vanity
happy home-run hitters and
mad hatters, the
frowny faces fake complacency in
brownie batters, i’m
spaced out thinkin’ bout the
spaces that surround
the rain drops become
pitter patterns
all this info ringin’ my dome like saturn
light up my home like lanterns -
cuz I want you to have to hold it !
grass is greener cuz you mowed it-
brains armed with legless ladders,
Solid, Liquid, Gases, and PLASMAS,
THEY ALL MATTER
THEY ALL MATTER

and they fkn, FLATTER ME
and they fkn, FLATTER ME
and they fkn FLATTEN ME,
and they fkn FLATTEN ME,
and that's the sound of
dead batteries-
that's the sound of
dead batteries

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• death
• life
• poetry
• rap
• underwatersounds
• New York