Low Flying Winged Books - Busdriver

Dancing numbers

Between the antennas of paint-speckled insects

Plagued by special interests of CEOs

Eat-and-go

Exaggerated ego

You remain unloved due to my polarized biochemistry

I pounce upon a law-abiding commoner

And flaunt a denounced wrong

I prey on the evening

And debase the office building

Sharpened shears

Flashed before your startled peers

An encapsulated tempest

A waterproof seed

Poured into a nigga’s outfit

I map personas off camera

While riding low flying winged books

Low flying winged books

Through translucent skin

Breathe soot

Under a precooked smiley-faced sun

From out of the c-section suture

A flock of birds float skyward

As if the laws of physics had no bearing

Nature’s tendrils coil

Around the android limbs

I honor the existential loyal minion

I confront the simple truth

And dissect every nuance

I climb up a blue flight of stairs

I compare a terrestrial living

To a sky city

I fly on these books