Published by Black Market Poetry, this paperback will serve any operator of Grapefruit Radio well in their explorations across Langstónian form and content.
Featuring Rhys Langston's rhyming verse on record, his original art in full color, and auxiliary prose regarding Langstónian scientific history, the Grapefruit Operator's Manual is a carefully crafted multimedia guidebook direct from The Estate of The Lord Chocolate Davis.
Rhys Langston type beat
dissociating before a mirror
meet and greet
the Negus of Narcissus
skin fade from a 3B
intaking reflections
fathoming a deeper chest heave
gentrifier of color cosplay
clutching ABV rhyme tome to
Far Rockaway
ashy ankle in the causeway
flood upon the link in bio-dome
Pauly Shore type careerist in diachrome, like
minus the jaundiced arches and
diabetic crowns
has it a certain way:
with race-induced psychosis
from cultural mitosis
to live as a hologram of
colonial blood quotients
ethnic tackle upon the Bass Pro rod
flung into the ocean
and with a perfect mount sings
as one enters the threshold
the counter beeper rings
for what more pedestrian masters bring
Chocolate Davis type serve:
silver platter
Jehovah’s Witnesses playing doubles
twin shares yielding thirds
Chocolate Davis type serve:
eyewitnesses of the trouble
reporting (what, what) the capital Word
Chocolate Davis type serve
Chocolate Davis type serve!
Chocolate Davis type serve:
silver platter
whet whistle ring finger uncovered
flipping the bird!!
[Frankie Jax No Mad]
been a problem since the nine fifth,
seen the ankh on the chest
think he from the crypt,
if I’m honest kid,
trust the aura switch,
words slick through the orifices,
assist if u see three six insisting,
I’ll ring bells to the cerebell,
when the road curve it’s a straight L,
can’t tell bonobo from homo to alien
to ‘nother alias
till I’m riding on the spaceship,
what’s the maiden name,
all saints raise palms to the sky and pray,
what y’all say,
brother ándale,
rat race to the sky,
what the fuck
guess I’m waiting to die,
but living eye to the prize,
and am I in a disguise?
should I tell em goodbye?
nah nigga I’m too nice,
see ‘em roll on the dice,
get right see a different typa light,
no price on the life,
Iron emperor lion with some soul on his side,
the definition of idiosyncratic; a beautiful, raw odyssey through depersonalization and free association against the canon and toward a new one Rhys Langston