Well, Fuck, I Thought That Part Was Clear

Trusting in the blur
When this whirling dervish is busting curs
I touched a nerve?

Unfurling nerd says “Fuck whether you concur!”

Gush and swerve!
Stun with pearls. Disturbed with luck that gets better stirred!
Never rush what's pure...

Hunter-Gatherer Template
So up front I'm after more than the Zen state
Disrupt blunt and what scatters then escapes

Lingering and floating up from eddies in the water,
Fingers coping each steadily for my blotter.
Every grain, every wisp, every seed...

Remains crisp for hidden needs.

On pain and riddles I bleed.
Then re-frame and whittle to something new to see
Hence my very name: a little bump- evolutionarily!

Loki of Literati – invoke blitz to get shit off of me!
Miracles come with mayhem--
Empirical runs are the array of my whims

Spherical free mix spree to slay and grin!

360 degrees on the way in!
See every mixed up reverie we've been playing...
Better to be free within every layer I had to spin.

Never rush what's pure...
So whenever you look into my ocular?
That's the synergy so sure...

Lent from the memory of every moment that every occurred!

Comedown:

Rundown, like trickles of sweat during sundown
I stun and clown. Just to trick myself away from hungering for what's found.
Even my internal fronts are an affront for me to shatter

Self-honesty is the wealth of mental vomit spree for Hunter Gatherers.
Blunt patter, I re-done the social ladder
Infinite like the Tardis, infinitely starting shit,

Coming faster, instantly re-harded to fit
Political cynic, physical mimic like Marvel's Taskmaster
I bask in stature when I'm so sure...

But the Beast growls and thumps.
The man inside prowls and jumps.
I can't stand to hide, what howls out pumps...

Underlining my honesty
Timing thudded upon me
Diamond studded palm tree

Means you and me need to find we
A secret place to grace and just be...
Under a shady tree...

Hours of palms touching...
Keep the rushing back...
From calm to urgency...

Reverie tracks kept behind a detached
Demeanor a gleaming smile so sure

Spaces between lines
Are where we of sub-textual kind
Tend to climb and pore

Unwind, leap and soar
Nerdy placement of flirty subtext-y statements...
I don't have a dirty mind

I have a sexy imagination!