sling-shot

sling-shot poetry as thick as your tongue,

let us be one,

joint together by an elastic band,

bend and stretch,

beyond the rest,

these words are powerful truths,

beyond the black and white “I do’s”

a hail to, veil to, tax-break who?

let us be one,

conglomorate on an ideological war,

never won before,

set-traps, subtle-raps,

and unveil a hybrid of half-truths,

frolic with a new found psychological muse, 

bound to, wound to, sound to,

thats who.

let us be one,

a conquest of paranormal production,

instigated by a mantra of sound introduction,

one moon, one sun, one star, not far,

from the place we call home,

throw me a bone, find me a phone,

call up your neighbor, 

while I’m all alone.

let us be one,

bound in unanimity,

balanced trajectory of oval blastphemy,

let’s talk my-archy,

it’s the same as yours,

a piece of the puzzle lost no more,

we are one in the same,

and I am yours.