alter egos turn to spider dust
that never made it past grade 1
witness poet sipping champagne
with ghostly roars in moonlight palaces
across the sea over yonder
where mr big bubba is doing hoolahoop loops
while blowing hubba bubba bubbles in car parks
doing the macarena to tchaikovsky
hustlin n grindin and masterin
communication skills, community drills
co-creation thrills, with co-caine bills
suddenly a band of naked super model angels
started singing a song to me
as i was ready to jump off a bridge
“Don’t be something to everyone
Be everything to someone”
and then everything changed
when i jumped anyways.
now i ride the nights away
googabuuga oompaloompa train
i became the spider dust
and i break fasts
with alter-egos