Mythological - to the legend, Scribe Sayar

Bars and bars all around

impossible to incarcerate

the gift of gab

and duty to reveal razed beauty

like his feet in the trunk of the malibu
homeless yet cleansed 

by heavenly spatter.

Dream ever in quantum
the wave function collapses with one
chocolate half century
but age is just a number
soul searched in this plane
only to jump dimensions in a helix
leaving us with quotes of a kamikaze
enlightened by insomnia
eat your veggies or nothing at all
because they built stone first 

and now build you
from the inside out -
a crisis of identity
begs to clean streets 
with adrenaline and lighters
until fascists hang by their jewels like ill duce
dripping color to the terrestrial palette
so all can have a turn staining glass

under the light of the muzzle flash
where he preaches:

    This is the big bang and I am but a messenger.
    Lock and load, create

        fill your hands with iron brushes

            so the world won't look empty without you.

    Be more than a ricochet, be the rune

        the sword, the breast that feeds like

            the nurturing mother,
                the warrior’s heavy mental armor.

I chuckled goodbye with a cold desert punchline.

I feel his voice around me.

He is my brother in life and beyond.

He never saw a difference.