[Rhys Langston]:
eyes dyed in saturated retinas
eyes dyed in saturated
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eyes dyed in saturated
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eyes dyed in saturated retinas,
blue light of instruments
came from Texas,
it’s said that great change to
spawn from the elections,
but sitting on electric fences
don’t feel much like a welcome—

head, shoulders, knees, toes
head, shoulders, knees, toes
head, shoulders, knees, toes
my brother’s colonists with a candid photo

wading in the water of the
soup of the metrics,
skin tone as an as-needed
hat trick,
family from the old and the new
world ghettos, oppression
olympics medaled in
mementos

my man Solar said we the splash on the canvas,
pilgrim in the freight car bellowing “so it goes,”
up on the pedestal with a brushstroke,
so I guess I’m the kosher Black gesso then—

(eyes dyed in saturated retinas
eyes dyed in saturated)

still to rise,
staid in waiting for the moment
that I blow,
etched a selfie on the front
of the claymore,
combust a musty gesture
of drawings of past pentimentos

I don’t see
how I should pay for
this wall that hinders me,
respectfully gone deep in their
non-binary pussy,
I was a drawbridge before
now nondisclosure to agree

still to rise,
staid in waiting for the moment to
hold all the smoke,
alone in two-way mirrors
to share and self-promote,
thinking in an outside voice,
a skinny hunk of flesh of
outside jokes

I don’t see
this prescription of ethics over
this lamb over rice,
rationalizing never done saying
the same thing twice,
piecing a detritus self back
for Jamal Khashogghi

I am not the Michael Jordan
of Delaware,

(eyes dyed in saturated retinas)

might be a partial jurist,

(eyes dyed in saturated retinas)

I am unenthused to be looking
laissez-faire in that vanity mirror,

(eyes dyed in saturated retinas)

when it comes to
miscegenating between art forms
(eyes dyed)
I’m a purist

[Chester Watson]:
Move like a genie in smoke,
Nipsey and Ras G in my toast,
and 2019 been a coaster,
think of my mortality as I coast

and lately been channeling ancestors
so forgive if you see me with ghosts

me and Rhys, LSD, and some doja,
all the times that I been to the ocean
and still haven't smoked weed on a boat

I need property with a moat
on some king shit,
never vibed with the mean kids,
OGs like "what you mean kid?"

guess I'm too far out towards the deep end,
but far enough where I'd sink in,
let it sink in,
your world could change as you're blinking—

[Rhys Langston]:
eyes dyed in saturated retinas
eyes dyed in saturated
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eyes dyed in saturated
eyes dyed in saturated retinas
eyes dyed in saturated
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light-skinned n[]gg[] on the dark web,
GoPro on the pole arm,
megapixel minuscule,
refracting the side arm

in portrait mode
punch a crypto-fascist
in the throat,
esophageal armistice in silo,
bleach blonde endangered rhino

memes on the radio,
gruel in my cup,
double styrofoam half-life
of a video star
binged, upchucked

this that art rock with a
ransom note
through a corner office window

I want all the fire, and the brimstone,
and the fucking smoke