Supra Poems

Breeders' Cannon Ball plays for days and decades even onto eras
Feeders on the bottom plus top down voodoo economics, no trickle
De-weeders? Why? Lawns are hype realistic so fake AF and anti-kith
Xeroscape like rape by statute not as consent is all...Read More

L eeping from his stupor
I van dashed out the door to his 
c ar.
K eys in hand he
e yed his brand new
T oyota Supra Turbo.
Y anking the door open he jumped in the drivers

s eat started the engine, slammed it...Read More

  the darkest frame takes the moon 
mist and hues rise in blues 
traces from a lunacy glow 
follow a hand with delicate flow
this flickering serene movement
comes and goes as a wing unfolds
graceful, staggering motions in perfection 
magnificent to...Read More

Who’d watch tele if it showed Promised Kingdom
When breaking news takes us through hard day’s sour sweat
Does blood-blast Yin-Yang tussle stay gut boredom

Broken bones shattered glass Doom’s Day sunset bomb
Pan-flutes nectar river angels who don’t sweat
Who’d watch tele if it...Read More

power, police and prudence,
the mainstream monsters of mimicry,
like patels of a flower playing far from the fulcrum,
their power derived from dismal points interior,
of state sustainance and centres,
assistants arrayed according,
to authority anchored beyond,
to pry prudence on paupers,
thus pour power like powder,
on...Read More

Wiggley jiggeldy
Beyonce Giselle
Belted the blues but
Got rich instead.

“Dreamgirls” was successful
Supra-astoundingly
Like her baby within
Surprise from bed.
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that was day when i was asleep 
this is the day me being awake 

that was the day of subconsciousness
this is  the day of supra-consciousness

this is the day, me hanging at the edge 
today i am ready to get...Read More