Ripe

A dark rain descends onto a desolate block in post-2008 Los Angeles, California.

Enter the Reporter

Reporter: So, in one word can you relate your reaction to the Evil you encountered here today?

Me:
Astonished.
I thought They
Were all abolished
You know, polished
Silver pass to the right
Don’t be afraid
Slice it up nice
Never quit the fight
Admonished, staring in delight
Be the beat,
Feel the heart of
the soul of time
pounding at your door
pour your attention into
the mold of insanity
just for a moment
while I disperse allure
marching mouth parched
hot prickles run up
my sleeve painfully
burning my desire fire
flavored nothing less than
nudity straight flesh wave
stepping out plato’s cave
bump n grind like a house-rave
smooth as a fresh paving
craving a god to be
braiding my thoughts
emotions and secret potions
for me and for me
and for you and for me.

Reporter: And there you have it, goodnight.