do you recognize my passion & what happens, when my heart & thoughts start clashing relapsing, into the past when my pain was masked in adult beverages with Coke splashed in it slit leaves like throats, to release tobacco; then smoke’s stashed in it an over indulged imagination, exposed through closed caption for those, who appreciate odes & prose composed, in an orderly fashion cerebrum dancing; looking so handsome, in a b-boy stance hun advancing whenever my hands run across the canvas with an avalanche of satisfaction lights, cameras, action it’s okay to say, damn son this was made, for you to glance in & get a glimpse beyond this man’s brim not just to understand him; you will never understand him more so for you to know, if you ain already know... he’s outstanding