Sunday, November 8, 2026

CFNF ♾️

"Catching flights not feelings"

means I haven't ran across the rarity to marry on. Goin through customs with customized carry-ons. Puttin on for the IE streets that I'm barely on. 

Gone like a vagabond. 

And wont text or call anyone thats sad I'm gone.

Challenge: Neuroplasticity

Your whole audacity is to challenge my neural activity. 

Being flexible with pens expands my neuroplasticity. 

I first thought like a black city, 

unbroken but cracked in the rhadsody. 

Acted like the rich destiny was attached to me

so I pursued it like every big ass with a smile that flashed at me, pretty. 

Im from the IE, and still that gritty

and tough. 

Travelled Perris to Paris in an instant homonym jump, 

winning by the Arc de Triomphe;

happily spending euros in that city. 

High Disney

You make bout as much sense as Blizzard Beach. 

I need me a tall bitch with little feet. 

Not snake eyes and lizard teeth

Fine as fuck naturally with no wizardry.  


Im the man of her dreams, she envisioned me. 

I could never make a queen out of a busy bee. 

That simpin isn't me. Check the rizz in me. 

I produce for the whole clique, its the Rza me.


My résumé remains unblemished, visibly.

Deep Dreams

Steamed greens and steeped tea 

is the sleep team. Less than one sheep seen. 


For peace in my suite, it's sweeped clean. 

The windows that weep, gleam. 


Brings the vivid to the living, I keep scenes. 

The freedom dont flee when I keep wings.

Before I Make it Home

Even on green lights still look both ways

Cuz if theyre cuttin up, they doin more than close shaves. 

Im homemade and wont stray from those ways. 

Plenty dont make it home, its a pennant race go Braves. 

Q: Who R U?

A: Mario, a masterful mixture of masochist & massage therapist.

I mourn for the missing, murdered, 

martyred, & marrIEd.

I mask my insecurities with macho masulinity

& measure myself more than Napolean might.

I'm Mozart minus the manners & merit.

Im mistaken for Marquis, the military misfit.

The mediator to my mean spirit, my multiple.

My mirror-like mentor.

A mirage of the man I'm meant to mature into.

February Rain

Every soulmate I barely claimed

loved when I came. Face full of February rain. 

Their remains settled and marrIEd lames then

carrIEd babes with hereditary stains.