Anomalady

(I’m getting colder) [billy woods] Dissolute I slouched at the loom Fiddling with the strings like the thing outta tune On the blackest night, there’s a fire deep in the gloom But you gotta wonder who or whom I'd keep moving I was you Game four in they house, you know we brought the brooms After a while, you don’t remember the crowds or venues, just the hotel rooms ¿Tu Tienes WiFi? It’s just me in a stocking cap, watching TV The city dead out the window, still not even sleepy Sleep deprivation, the days keep leaking Life on the screen, light the dark like a beacon But you gotta wonder what might come creeping Who might want even [Infinite Disease] Look, fuzz on my back, still...loving life for all seasons Giving world ending updates, no Nealon Loosie conjured spirits, had to sage up the doorway’s leases Dismemberments layered like a fucking cauliflower wedding cake Whipping baking soda, called in a pound for a make quota Enamared with Chopras, and them chapters still ain’t even been opened Testimonial displays the mini Buddha Temples growing grander, nieces limited them elitists to minor pheromoned leader’s house fires Existential dreaded sarcophagus, crusts dusting into hours A born to be nihilist outlier, all that work took more or less 10 grand Bricks regenned the arrogance, cutting out the white power Block party so shameless, shouting Vive La Resistance! Neurotic looking invert to find our true meaning Letter to the tykes, stop, go, halt, freeze, like, “This right now is our hour Our time down here” Devil lurking round that prayer log, can’t avoid the tears All that’s known is, what’s happening now is arriving, settled in warm when it’s here Settled in warm when it’s here...