planet hopper

moved to a nother planet over night
radios do not reach me a nymore
thinking about it, pictures being taken down
earth in my window, i could come back down


the snow comes down, fills in the empty spaces but
i still have a lot of craters in my logic
"God is the breath of your breath"
is my breath a
loud ebonic crowd
or a
calm white audience


with this, you feel the last of my hand and then im out the door.. my exit exists free
my loudspeak sirens, the skeletons gather round
"to the best ones out there:
stick to me please i am phlegmatic"