(Longer) Sleeves

we couldnt become lovers
because my arms felt different to you
you're armageddon left me stranded
holding on to thin air
i fell
into knowing you

your mockery made me persistent
and this antithesis
became my rite of passage
although many of my brothers
died in its process

i was blessed at conception
anointed at entrance
into this rotating schema of matter
but someone shot the stork

i now wear its feathers where
angels wore them till worn
out, im now aware that the ware
i've become is different
than the other beings molded

hoping it makes me a target
i now wear my blood on my sleeve
red eye photos remain uncircumcised
circulating through heaven
while peter sips night from the little dipper

attending gate keepers and alcoholics synonymous
he had a problem with the first step
I dont, but I'm not better
my admitting was not admittance
into your heaven  
but was relief into contentment
and communion with unleavened
 -emotions

I hear God is protecting me from you
I'll let him
I hear he has plans to go old school
80's end times and all
the only sport with 122,000 on one team
and folks are still auditioning
tryout posted on handouts
by niggas in togas

or in long basketball shorts
with fitted caps
making these cd's replace crack
personally
I dont thinks its working

And...
so quickly
I fell in air
and you're still hatin on my arms

trick, do you know who i am
my means betray my me-ness

I once drove this taurus
to see twins who managed to get rid of crabs.

who else rocks A1's, folk-music ringtones
repents, preaches, poets, and been picked up
to get locked out

and you cant get passed my arms