What is it he says

Sweetest summer love

My north star, so long my hope 

What is it he says to you? 

What is it he says? 

Not within my ear shot 

Or gunshots

Those echoes of harm

Snake weak forked tongue

We will see this done

Even weasels have a leg to stand on. 

A kneecap.

What is it he says? 

From the vice dripping 

Glass house of a midlife crisis

I'll be nice with this

Though it would pain me 

To finish it quick. 

He should bring water to your cup, not your eye. 

With grace and clean speed

Sparrow pierces through sky.

Heron, my grace and compass

Don't hold his sacks on your wing

His baggage and shit

And should he seek to clip

Your freedom that lets the air in

I will break each bone from wrist up

And return to his fingers

Oh dare him. And I will visit

Jazz upon his bones like Mingus. 

It gets me a bit old testament

Certain suggestions

Linguistic tricks, baited attacks and gaslight.

I got this instruction booklet called

'Making mothafuckas act right'

Misappropriated entitlements

Fed on sensation, titillation,
Obscured connections, responsibilities 

The globalised ring of gyges

I say ring, wring

Is no big thing

No big thing. 

Lilting stream, water over smooth rocks

On what level do we meet angels?

Some can only rope and drag low

Some cannot fly, and in truth

Some can only lie

For their truth is not to tell.

Your wings reach above the clouds

Where the sun shines

And angels sing at picnic
Spare him no time

Mudslingers leave grime

Bring gunslingers, he ain't yours

He's all mine.