Ink Splatters I’m gon strip you down to your bare hide
and spill ink splatters side to side
to flatter your flesh
fresh as a death
that’s just been died
fresh as meat that’s just been fried
sweet as starburst licked til it melts
the most marvelous flower you ever smelt
the hottest hand of cards you ever been dealt
pelt at ya chocolate bars
dice ya with swingin stars
pour forth blood as frothy as mud
Bollocks to Pollock
Kiss my ass canvas
cuz skin
is in
and with a grin on my face
I’m gon send your body to another place
a far out palace
sitting on the skies
green blue in purple clouds that perpetually rise
free from pain or malice
insane as Alice
a fuckin’ wonderland
all the trippy fantasies that you could demand
a psychedelic rainbow of Langston Hughes hands
spillin ink to relate all that I think
ridin round about yer body like a stately rink
splatters all that matters
on your masterpiece skin
and even though one might call it a sin
I say right on brotha but sin is in
and if priests can tell pupils to search for candy in their pants
then open your pupils and be entranced
be smothered by paint and begin to dance
if yer a lover yer a saint and this is romance
so cancel your checks and your inhibitions
ram a wreck ball through your inquisitions
let your crane damn it all
and go insane for the exhibition
of splattered ink the convoluted link
to a revolution
now it’s time I give resolution to my circumlocution
so we can sing as we bring our beautiful bodies
into loving fusion
hearts beating as we’re meeting
thumping as its pumping jet red art
through our veins like surging trains
urging our brains to go insane
yeah mohfucka and this is art