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iambs in blue (draft 2)

by Rhys Langston

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chorus went to a repentance convention, got the shirt, the hat, the mug, a Donald trump tramp stamp clamped to a blood crippled jazz transfusion, was no delusion of grandeur, Pasteur, Pastorius, Jaco, Oscar blade-running bass-line ordinance [at home] ate my porridge quick, was on the press guest list, VIP slip verse 1 the panels were alright, took some notes for late that night, saw no deliberate deliberating, booth sections combed with sight: all irrelevant, Muhammad’s yamaha, (Jesus’ horsepower) some bearded dude explaining how he got there “Buddha” he said “straight shooter,” “as the crow flies,” barber to a Sikh Mughal earned no cash, instead created the zero out his ass, abacus flash parallel to some Zapotec Math just a ball inscribed upon the wall of a temple: rubber ball Spaulding, used for Michelin incidentals he invited me to a lecture on conjectures of house negro problems in post-colonial Tribeca. outside, a vendor was selling some New Holland for some wampum or prophecies of oil futures, shell of a man, comb over needed some suture, think Karl Rove meets Mr. Burns sans appearance of a moocher I kindly said no, scratched my fro, entered the door and as I sat a power point showed Justin Bieber as a Sambo Chorus Verse 2 The lunch was reminiscent of some new edition soft ciabatta Jimmy Hoffa would have protested with Bambatta, remixed the salad, replaced the soda pop culture with some water I thought, “where is the redemption in high fructose Chocolate Davis, “Harlem salt shakers, “renaissance with bagels capers?” Chucked it, stepped outside before the serving of Yahweh’s wafers (into the sun) doubt was the paint of the shadow on my shoulder, negrometer read incognegro, poems in the folder Nero took the G out of identity, burned the construct down, bleached his own historiography.
Langston 02:17
esoteric asshole panflute piper ragdoll physics unclear lyrics, havok engine gimmick spirit nonsensical perceived believed, them academic standards, wine taster holders, check the message after grammar densely worded orator hortator, telvanni lore, never been a nerevarine with words, but a “ therasaur” outlander in interior, posterior foresight, mics, baked beans, boston grips XLRs tight. fuck it, break matza commentate like Costas, color coded appearances, renting hair for the opera powdered with a side of beignets, the shade of grey that eugenicists will praise infiltrator, they know it, nay the muckraker reeks of sewage perfume, exudes the rancor of the digested, hardened cocoon the holes have been impressed in the flesh of the leaves, the subject’s predicate, eat the worm, please 500 dollar haiku about a metamorphosis -------- creative ADD cools critiques left in the fridge, left of center freon tipped thoughts tangibly unbridged passively inhaling the ashes of those past burnt, asphyxiating loneliness sans mental dessert the insulin of curt scripture drafted in dark, multi-syllable diatribes masking pain beneath the art the heart, the spark, its murmurs ignite vision greater than the ocular prism with UV rhythm IR, invisible sees one indivisible, dented skull from several expelled racial theory visuals no binaries in libraries but Vonneguts and sonnets, indelible like Ellison eating moon cheese like Gromit.
Piecemeal 04:08
Chorus (x2) motherfucking realness molecule machina dos on the regular opens the falafel truck (Baklava biome) go home, words, you’re drunk, associating with all types insinuating schmucks Verse quipu soufflé leave that stomach in knots, dig a turnip from the underground and give him dap or not ate the bones, phoned home, and dropped drones on porcelain domes, ate a dinner roll, smoked a bowl and watched some Gary Old so serious Black, rhyming rhythms stay on track, 3 letters of the first name shared, minimalist rap matter fact, fuck the nomenclature stated I’m greater than cheese graters, shredding all these whack 2 timing MC fakers (c’mon) Chorus (Turn in song to other, industrial instrumental) Refrain GMO Cornrow, church, liquor store, GMO Cornrow, church, liquor store, GMO Cornrow, church, liquor store, GMO Cornrow, church, liquor store, Fresh food, Chicken nugget, fuck it, bucket, KFC, crop 18-inch, Jesus and his mac ’n’ cheese (fucking mac ’n’ cheese) Verse So, delinquency, that’s key for he She says free hugs are not for me The book is on a new type frequency I see the plants just be. Cathode LCD taken by Muckraker Jones, on the phone when we atone, eyes forever in that zone, the brains of all the youth dripping from that sugar cone, correction, high fructose, blown, big thighs about she moans, ‘cause there are half-foods, not a whole, in the ghettos of the mind See well like C.L. when peeling capitalist rinds, hind quarters and land mines of tin foil hats with Signs, life’s like Shyamalan, after the start, a steep decline up St. Charles on tree products, rubber harnessed from the earth in the end they want it gone, Mother Nature gives no birth would they reassess the fact if the green that they grow Was instead green grass sprouting from their head to toe, And their skin was invisible, Showing complete lack of soul? Would the roles change and we’d step on them like soil? Refrain
Neo-Babylonian minstrel make-up sex, Cyrus the great, wilding Elmer Fudd index. Neo-Babylonian minstrel make-up sex, Cyrus the great, wilding Elmer Fudd index. black roses grown from concrete sheets centuries immense in dents of house speakers’ treats deplete this native preservation, expressive weapons, words that breathe fibrosis mystics, CEOs, swap genes free market bars for sale beside GMO beats and leaks uprooted before the mastering and streamed as complete executives directing urban runoff tributaries, estuary, elementary capacity evidently flagellum magistrate, urchin, orchid robed mycelia, underground moss, records for floss costs and prison gates sketched in docket, prophets oscillate, sated lust of waterway, gate break, skanking Nixon, monitor of the hall way. (What the hell are you talking about?) fuck a spoken word, a silent one, post-genre bubblegum, post-modern pre-conceptions of pastime pendulums hi-five the lowpass filter muffling the bullshit, smack someone upside the head and take back the pulpit Tabernacle assholes puke up less factual equations, gesticulations, saturation, mixtape hasslers, hustlers but only to speed, creed to volume of their song list get this gist? but none are pissed change this No more. bespeckled devils selling bars cheap ass hell, 2 for one sale, old english coupons in the mail, post-fat, post bail snails pace is progress o’ soup heating pot of fail-safe béchamel— the “winers” want their hip hop like a pocket pussy with a side of cultural assail. Only for pleasure with no connection to the context of construction, acutely obtuse angles on the gravity of reduction been handed pamphlets on conscious rapper production, instructions for polarity formation in gradients, but fuck that fuck subtext. ears ain’t trying to flex, lyric based music now a creative simon says, a circle jerk of some Neo-Babylonian minstrel make-up sex, while Cyrus the great, wilds on the Al Jolson index. diseased comedy, bed pan hospice monotony, middle aged monogamy to pop cultural sodomy, fallow, follow, falling lottery, numbers on apostrophe, commodified racial expectations false anthropology consumption: cooperation buying power: download nation, value of a one song: nonexistent, streaming inflation no moral to the story (Aesop) hip hop, rock appropriation permission never given, asking past love it, hate it yes massa rappers conscious actors yes massa rappers conscious actors yes massa rappers conscious actors Neo-Babylonian minstrel make-up sex, Cyrus the great, wilding Hallam J index Neo-Babylonian minstrel make-up sex, Cyrus the great, wilding D. dub Griff index Neo-Babylonian minstrel make-up sex, Cyrus the great, wilding Al Jolson index Neo-Babylonian minstrel make-up sex, Cyrus the great, wilding Elmer Fudd index





came to breathe,
puckered up


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released January 1, 2016

(draft 1 released February 11, 2014)

All tracks written, produced, performed by Rhys Langston

Album Artwork by Rhys Langston

Mixed by Agruv of Agruv Studios, Norwalk, CA

Mastered by Dave Cooley of Elysian Masters, Los Angeles, CA

A Black Market Poetry Production


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