Jay Alejo Writes

i’m not sober but it’s not over

since the days of doing homework

i’ve been lucky four leaf clover

never was one for hover

since the days of most known unknowns

i’ve been writing my poems

keeping it moving like xylem and phloem

i need the gps i don’t know where i’m goin

i change clothes and head out the front door

exit the place with the homie Grace for the store

going crazy back in the day listening to evermore

and we’re here to revel forevermore

what the devil the spirit left

im too high im based in the treble clef

but if i can fit a pebble of faith

through the face of the cleft

my next breath is recalibrating

feeling like everyone outside is examinating

feeling like everything i touch is contaminated

discomfort breaking ritual fired and decapitated

but im glad we made it thus far

i got my own sorts of syncretic flows plus bars

eclectic method to the left of thrust to mars

world civil war surgery to leave the world scarred

bout to crack another brew tappa nother keg

bro phi bro chill alpha turbo now im on my last leg

back in the day we mixed the headies with the reg

fraternity and sorority no college no hazing no pledge

so dredging up the past im dumping ballast at half mast

quickly calculate the math and then blast past

passed by the seat of my pants

talk shit i put a cleat up your ass

im no longer smoking grass but blazings my passion

no caption from months of no action

Bones can’t communicate he’s not asking

so we have to infer our tasks for him

and not neglect and he sits meditates and introspects

we do our best to put off the day that comes collect

and to my last penny i’ll cut the check

because this world at first tried to cut his neck

the fuck you expect we love that Bub

and as luck would have it that’s just the rub

he’s number one he’s one and done brighter than the sun

even when he’s the glowering cattitudinal chosen one

but he’s above it and i hope we’ll move beyond his hurt

he can’t help surviving in a world for which he’s nerfed

he didn’t choose for his mom to him to give birth

but for us he has an infinitude of worth

and so forth ad absurdum ad infinitum

instagram photos of mushrooms sagrilegium

posts that i upload forest pictures to em

the bumblebees aren’t stuttering scriptures to us

so paint a picture in dust and ash

didn’t have a good ass day like Doughboyz Cash

i feel like the first fallen bastion has the last laugh

fuck a singularity God is more than vertical on a graph