when the bachata syncs up
to Peter Gabriel putting up shots
coconut raspado with a thumb of Maker’s Mark
typical food-fueled LA hotspots
tzatziki on Pico, souvlaki pupusa on the block
revising recipe of women, weed, and weather
to non-gendered mescaline
dripping through a rain catcher
the socialite supercluster
on whatever bus line
class warfare wielding a
silicone injector
step-back, left wing, 3-point line
drain the pumpkin down
through the main line
a crass reference to a biological imperative
dihydrogen oxide filtered between legs
Hardaway at Carl’s Jr on 10 on-ramp
sealed genie in lamp under skin of Neverflat
regional section rings and orange waffle cones
ice on a neck in drought in dry bones
between 3B and 3C in the key, loose ends
plot points and heterotrophic headphones
screw the coach and other nasal authorities
non-marking soles, auction blocks, and tournament fees
I kept my amateur status after whole knee shattered
sympathy mail sent from iPhone: “Black Joints Matter”
fuck it, still got buckets, American-made
candy-painted, vertical rim job, flushes illustrious
4th quarter incontinence, hock spit to clear thrushes
I was a defense contractor flagrant with the flails with no touches
(come on man!)
you know I’ma leave y’all in that possession for a minute
just to understand, you know what I’m saying, what was said
when the bachata syncs up
to Peter Gabriel putting up shots
coconut raspado with a thumb of Maker’s Mark
typical food-fueled LA hotspots
tzatziki on Pico, souvlaki pupusa on the block
revising recipe of women, weed, and weather
to non-gendered mescaline
dripping through a rain catcher
I eurostepped on the west side
before Griselda
felled dioecious giants
in a helter-skelter
scrimmaged so as to pillage
highlights of food and shelter
manicured URLS
internal clock, yeah, vuvuzela
Romare Bearden klaxon
in the back court
cutting through the flares and flashes
but didn’t ask for it
and MMO rocket propelled
into a task force
reporting on the workings of
athletic nerdy Black boys!
arthroscopic exercise
minimally invasive with all the meditations
precocious floaters to the top of
lunch time elucidation
ayo, we talking about practice?
see I been anti-disciplinary
bespoke with all the actions
yeah, I been getting it right
flexing the work and the send-offs
with no return address
when the bachata syncs up
to Peter Gabriel putting up shots
coconut raspado with a thumb of Maker’s Mark
typical food-fueled LA hotspots
tzatziki on Pico, souvlaki pupusa on the block
revising recipe of women, weed, and weather
to non-gendered mescaline
dripping through a rain catcher
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Listening to this a few years on, Chapter 319 feels almost melancholic, a reminder of the time where police abolition had nearly mainstream appeal. The tracks still make me furious at the bullshit cops continue to get away with. dninemfive
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