i am unfinished business,

spiritually connected.. divine intervention

leaves me protected.. left to my

own devices, i concoct love potions..

pheromones from my dome

rub ashy brains like lotion.. this notion,

when subjected to critical

observation, withstands all attempts

at invalidation.. defenses

impenetrable.. content to seek minimal

attention, i inspect formations

like army generals..

they’re all out of regs., and unfit to serve..

honorably discharge them

when i spit these verbs.. meaning i take

action, react to the false..

extrava-Danza, now they all know who’s the

boss..

the man nanny, sent to raise up all the kids..

vocabulary Kunta,

mental graves, i dig.. and

resurrect the souls and send them back to self..

bold predictions demonstrate

like chemistry sets..

unarmed resistance, overstand the

penalty’s death..

unharmed in the trenches, not

an enemy left..

lay you down to sleep and pray your soul is

kept..

because i killed

my brother in this battle,

i wept..

i can’t go on....