Turtle Neck Man

Splashing hot flesh magenta
Tears on his clay face
Set solid in cool breeze, grey skies between slips of grace
Concrete and bust logos, on corrugated rib cage
My heart stopped beating for awhile some would say
They want all of us conditioned, some more aware than others
She spat two-foot traditions, had plenty of lows
I was undercover that day, wearing a long coat of beige
I commit to my burnt edges and ended up asleep
To the irreversible, a moment in dribble
She was lost under god, big women swallow the underdog
I took to the last escape pod, I saw her flee
Kept bulging, pulsating, was not able to agree
For her five abortions later, at the ego center
She flashed hot flesh magenta, chewed the regal placenta
All I had in mind was my own agenda
I laced my shoes and took to the world, another adventure