BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Warning Shot Not HEEDED
- Look in my eyes—
- it ain’t a life you wouldn’t survive,
- it’s a timeline shriveled like vine twine writ in dry brine
- from a mind fried tryin’ to rhyme why it ain’t died.
- Your smile? lined lies.
- Mine? wide, quiet cyclone in the night skies,
- I stride by while your pride tries fight signs
- but the hindsight spine of your lines whine.
- Talkin’ meds keepin’ you alive?
- Cute.
- I’ve been patched by astral surgeons with nervous systems
- built from curses circlin’ earth in prisms—
- and you chirpin’ like that earns wisdom.
- “Old dog”?
- Bro, your bite never hit tarmac once.
- You bark in punch card stunts,
- I bludgeon suns with lung rush hums—
- your dust cough gust slump crushed under one thumb.
- Right cross?
- I write across fault lights, chalk nights
- with off white scorch marks warping porch lights,
- your torch might spark but the source ain’t orbit nor bite.
- Sniper sight?
- My iris slice entire spires when the wire hums—
- you require guns,
- I retire lungs from a mile up with mild shrugs.
- Bridge toss threat?
- Please—
- I bend ridgelines thin,
- slip spirits in wind runs grinning while your hymn spun flimsy.
- You flim flam grim with tin limbs.
- I trim rims off dim kings when the brim brim sings.
- “Defeating you a dream”?
- …Nah.
- Even your dreams sleep cheap,
- leak grief in weak beats,
- seep beneath bleak peaks
- ’til they squeak when the heat speaks.
- Your flight?
- still grounded.
- Mine?
- a sound path hounded by cloud craft,
- loud wrath crowning the sky map.
- Your life raft snapped.
- My tide lap drown it.
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