and when i woke up i woke up stiff and grey already posed in sleep by something half my cells made stone wrists and ankles crossed at a vulnerable angle and when i woke up well i woke up alone as the only former pharaoh present in a shoddy school museum collection looted of gold if there ever was some and even the good wood gone remaining fingers curled around the memory of a rod left not even with my death mask on heart and other organs missing for so long features faded and dated in estimation and even the good wood gone drunk off a leak in the ceiling some mantra stuck on my lips in vain no flash photography no flash photography no flash photography and when i m really buried i ll be buried in cleveland with a new pair of skis and someone s old set of keys to their car and bottom floor apartment door and health club locker throw the scent of my true purpose from god and grave robbers my true purpose which i will have taken the care to have kept hidden even from myself my whole life no flash photography no flash photography no flash photography already grey and rehearsing my mantra left hand gripping hockey stick or cattle prod my final futile act of double deception aloof and tinged with truth as the best lies are as i ve always shot pool south paw and many of you who knew me saw
['abstract hip hop', 'bay area indie', 'indie rock']