overGROWN

I'm over it
hip hop
love 'n fire
desire.
what about
man off wire?

Collapse
into wreckage
her dark star soul
of who to ask.
Who to ask
of who to ask.
everywhere her she are grasped

numbers cascade
into borders fore-de-kay
humans intersperse distillate
overlayed, overthrough undertones / thoroughways of overthrow.
darkly underlined like unrestrained mascara
bylines with no reflection slather

They all overgrown.
Too big for your britches
16 bridges fan outward, alone
over cliff-lipped ridges
like world cologne
stoned, dodgy distance
playing favorites
for loose electron cannon distance

playing in her thorough-way
delicate dots of finger print whispered messages
how long have we got here?
Her,
riding down past your upward glancing escalator
air traffic congested bronchial passages
multifarious laughages
we, her, you are one big triangle bowl
of galapagos orange flavored lozenges

here we go
to fully overgrow again