For your bonobo sex club
I came across a DJ that samples records
Making tracks that are better than the sum of their parts
Everything that is, for you, monkey
Better than the sum
Yet all that is known points to
The individual part
Hive mind skeptics
Can't move mountains
But they can write columns
Sometimes as real as building them
Just to tear them down
With documents leaking
And the white house taking a bath
Things are ridden hard and put away wet
Where Wiki Leaks makes friends
And Joe Rogan flags cantankerous policy
Name dropping makes this feel
Less like a poem and more like a news brief
My dossier is exploding
With fresh ideas on that
Go run tell
That DJ is RJ Krohn and he is on top
Heads above as a solid unit
Countable in man hours
Needling into a precious crack
Once empty and missing grooves
Back to bonobo
And Christopher Ryan
I'm not sure which window to jump from
Thanks for your work, full of impact
Full of land grabbing and digging through old record crates
In a matter of minutes
My train will pull into the station
I know that there is sperm and egg
And not sure what to do with the rest
Not sure where to go from here
In tying things together
Switching tracks and signaling
For not all rail ties are fastened equally
Some just get laid down by the side
And not ridden at all
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7.27.10
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