GO TEAM (getting over)

been a lot of nonsense happening. the summer came late and is maybe coming all at once. mama tomato crop came out the same way. all those tomatoes at once and then nothing- the rest will never ripen on the vine. might die on the vine. eventually it's up to somebody who is just caught up in it, overworked and shit, to get to the garden and chop those fruits up and into something that will come into its own and get him over. of course that is what we have for a best-case brand-new flavor in your ear. beyond that you find something different, or more, it finds you- like a rash or some kind of airborne parasite. dumb and oh so lazy, something had a spell on me. back to the garden- greens and ghetto roots. growing in unlikely directions and in spurts. will rock any occupation for food. rock any scissors for paper. smoke on bats, catch wreck, sporting sunday bests, won't rest until it's manifest. anybody get it? and we all got it like the flu or library materials thats overdue trying to say words he can hardly muster crib's a clusterfuck life of a hustler doggin it send down to the minors where he inspired those to go where he could not himself. getting paid doin all kinds of stuff. published the draft raw, sound board got served. published as draft.