connecting*the*dots

out went the lights
out went the phone
out went the lift
to my pad, to my home
out went the excuses as
to why she wasn’t…
the bomb.
exploded,
corroded,
imploded in my gut
i tried to fake the funk on a moment in the real
and i walked away a punk with respect to conceal
you know the bomb that’s ticking
has a clock of her own
and i’m just looking to get in that radius
take out my block
take out my home
take out my car
take out my clothes
take out my…

BAM.

lights out.
damn!