Corn Kings

...
To the extent of open my eyes can get.
Sunrays coconut-crack the nebulous shadow of
The AM transition.
What of goonish nights ending up in
Squirmishes of nocturnal glory.
Sobreity is suspect. Hard to boil.
We play.

The infamous play twilight, bedsheets and wrappers.
Rappers on bedsheets.
Bellies grow full without streching guitar strings.
No sylvio, just tego.

Corn queens, January sunkisses
walnut necks with chestnut lips.
Attentive minds like nurses disguised
Spreading ecstasy
One kernel at a time.

Domes that teeter and borderline
Between angels and demons.
Dreams hot kettle steaming images
On-line streaming.
Hammer fists, tuff shoves and Nuff luv

What of those who left their thirst
For history years before they acquired
An insatiable one?

Soul-jahs looking for traces of Hunab Ku
At the bottom of the captains boot,
Hearts become empty bottles.
everyone raps.
While another Man gets his chest disinflated.
And yet more Goons vindicate their killer's spirit.
young men
Revert to being corn kings.