The Alchemist

I’m renderin’ medicine.

Questionin’ if it’s better than this hook; this book it’s embedded in. I’m tender and sensitive but I’ve mixed potions of emotions like sedatives. Let it give. Walk asleep like the weak, yes; it’s better than finding hobbies in robberies and amphetamines. Dodgin’ bobbies and future hotties that see within. Ear muffs full of cuss words that seal the din. This yellow brick road never ends. The end of this rainbow is bent way low to 82^nd.

Gifted misfits dance along this heightened tightrope. Every chance I have to yelp I spit it out and I choke. Every pen is a needle and you tighten this tourniquet and I hold still while you poke. Its ok, you say. It's ok, it's how we cope. You are one of us now so bury your shame and corrode.

But I reached into my pocket and I found this glow. Wrapped up and braided into bondage rope. And I built myself some wings to fly over this moat. I'm over this show. Drop the mic and mumble it slow. "I thought better of me". Yes it's time to go.

It's true, America, I’m building a new machine. Starting off slow and sequencing genes. Let the world wait patiently for my NASA vaccine. Picked blindly from the fruits of rare trees. Yes, This is within and can breathe. A cure that originates from the most lonesome seed. Lend me your veins to feed this new need, this gift that drips from the corners of my grin while I grip to your thighs on my knees. Indeed.

See, America, I never gave up on you. Quite the contraire, I'd never dare to hang up on you. You laugh too loud and run your thick hands through your hair while the grocer rang up my orange juice. That special kind that means that I’m done with you, with that label that states I’m unstable of late, too much on my plate, it’s not you, it's mey. Go out the back way, lock the gate behind you. Everyone knows where to find you. But it's so smoky nobody can breathe and you gotta close yer eyes too. Don't ask me to go inside, turn right and pass through. Quit asking me to do things you wouldn't want to. Get up out of your uncomfortable chair, stand straight and drop that uncomfortable stare, walk the line you have strewn although roughhewn and insecure. Decimate, eradicate your disabling fear. Smile and relax your fat sneer. Your face is locked all cocked and you look like you might tear. Look like you might crap or you just got a pap smear. Drop this see through exhausted veneer. You have any idea what it takes to stand here? Let me explain. It’s insanely granduire.

I threw all my armor into the grandest of canyons. It blew to the corners of that vast expansion. So now I float in this moat of my unfathomable mansion. Noticing I took with me not a single companion. And I’m dancin’. Reverting back to the roots of my passions. Not quarrelsome but I’m sensitive to every interaction. Testing the grounds of my foundations of friends, family and familiar faces.

Don’t brandish bullsugar with me cause I’m susceptible. Surveying more closely a situation that’s acceptable. Keeping company with folks that fill their vessels with lessons and choose to flourish with effervescence, blessing you with their presence. I guess at East West you can expect this. And I’m aware that I’m not prepared to acknowledge a lot of your questions. America, you manifested this feral dreamer’s only confession. It’s as strange as your facial expression. I walk tall holding a golden ball of Pure Intention.