Nell za go home burg,
to and from Philly,
riddled with litter
I seldom cut grass either,
winter snow guarantee of
fatty output
Warm pie of a bed,
cold crust of the Delaware
Open the tuck
indicate the forms within me
to get out the nature,
it's brilliant,
my great masters
called their philosophy
simply put
Come back
to yr sound
until no one buzzed)
if all were for kicks,
if it's true ?
She laughing,
with all my salt
in her mouth
to change in the city
as sudden truck revs
I made it out like a Mole
from that somber
& serious business of people
On a Chinese
blanket
ice out there
