Dryspell

On a sunny afternoon in lower east side New York...

You about ready? (Yeah)

Good morning my sweet vision of morbid disorder

And good evening wonderful riddance and such

Maybe today I'll touch the burgundy halo

Trimming the tunnels end off end with tenants spangled 'cross

A more tangible premise

This splendors, shimmy splinters all up in day-tripper visuals

Take it easy man, fuck it I'll take it any way I can

My palms are chinrests

When I witness fury scurry past my window

Model city in a bottle plugged hostile

Its bliss kissin pollution

And a billion suckers pucker in a bind

Maybe the sunken ship is the treasure

No, but they insist it man, I'm

I'm trying to spin me dizzy, sponging up to giving dungeons functions

As opposed to art historians absorbed inside assumptions

Everybody drop your knuckles when the style divorces vertical

Marveling at the spite with which it curdled

Outside my tenement: coax a little warmth

From out the mugs of masons wasted

Laying bricks for days to later find they own the lot adjacent

Mark the blasphemy, elements of eloquence and savagery

Murder the gossip, fuck it, run off happily

The broken spoke cyclers choking open Doctor Zaius born fetus

In a matchbox keylessly padlocked to the hammer base

Now these impurities embedded in five illiterates textiles

Shedded in the hell tale to motivate behind suspended leverage

Now I'm drowning in a pool of why are you here

Sever ties with my beast of burden pertinent to if I die this year

My name is Dryspell

My name is pillar

My name's allegiance

My name is flagrant

My name's a thousand steps from patience

But I'm sick and tired of waiting

My name's Polaris

My name is canvas

My name is lowlife

My name's intention

My name is every imperfection that plays a part in my descension

My name is carnival

My name is posture

My name is polarized

My name is evidence

My name is delicate approach roped symmetrically to my fellowship

My name's Possessive

My name is cordial

My name is Igloo

My name is captivate

My name is contaminate the rich

And clock they profits for the captive's sake

"Let us hope that the horrors of evil

No longer loiter on the doorsteps of your past"

Circle of sandbags dragged to shield the meal the needy hand grabs

I'm splitting hopes at your local Acropolis

Opulence in a cockpit not the pocket for them born with a pebble toss

Sunk to rest while they've exhausted the art of drunken address

Exhibit fracture lines that converge towards where the hackers whine

When trappers slack, the traps unlatch, the catch covers the tracking lines

That will make his majesty furious

Oh bury his head in "How could I have been so dense?"

If only, yeah but I'm lonely

My days graze normalcy then morbidly crash

My years breathe honesty then sardonically laugh

Alas, I dig my toes in to the sand and spit foliage out my lips Personifying mankind's end all aspirations

Hope floats...

No, hope sinks like broken boats and most harassed before provoked

I'm tossing darts at a map of the arts to pick up where you choked

And when the last leaf falls off the branches of resonance

I'll be waiting with my butterfly net to collect the evidence

Well I am a room with poison oak scaling the sides

Arachnids on the celing, rugged thumb tacks, bones and rusty pipes

If you can squeeze between the bars (then please!)

Enjoy my space employ my waste

Encase the hand dealt by a stolen grace

Do you ever wish the circle was a square

So when landsharks start circling the borders

You could just cut them off at the corners?

There's a ghost in the basket of values

Pertinent to, which kayak pilot succeeded in surfin' it through

Now I'm surfin it through

So if you need me spread your wings to spell my name

Above the mess near the other funny requests

See my all too tolerant mannerisms have hired a whim

To assist in a meticulous pick a part of cobweb skins

Of innocence

A child of timid instinct with that ten step ahead premise

Supply dust bowls before the zephyr was requested

A mile in humble shoes, ten shades of blues come off the difference

I grimace, took me one hour's blink to conclude there simply isn't

My name is Dryspell

My name is pillar

My name's allegiance

My name is flagrant

My name's a thousand steps from patience

But I'm sick and tired of waitin

My name's Polaris

My name is canvas

My name is lowlife

My name's intention

My name is every imperfection that plays a part in my dissension

My name is carnival

My name is posture

My name is polarized

My name is evidence

My name is delicate approach from symmetrically to my fellowship

My name's Possessive

My name is cordial

My name is Igloo

My name is captivate

My name is contaminate the rich

And clock the profits for the captain's sake

My name is vagabond

My name is angel

My name is century

My name is hunter

My name is sunburst

My name is wildfire

My name is scrutinize

My name is basic

My name is consequence

My name is cigarettes

My name is cynical

My name is tolerance

My name is hallucinogen

My name is waterfall

My name is runaway

My name is alarm clock

My name is...