Stiff Fruit - Subtle

Some delicious picture of the human yoke

Can’t climb to close (the chill?)

Lost yourself

The sky’s quick

There’s you

Walking to

The lonely chest

Of a full

Winning you

Of a full

With a great

Deal of

And a whole

Lot of (cock?)

Right below

The skylight

There is a boy

Finding his

Eyes closed

And a rather

(He knows?)

A lot of sun

And he

Can’t seem

To explain

Why he’s

Growing up

Into

His scary

Can’t seem

His best

With a man

Your eyes

Jumps in

Stabs you

But your

Catching light

Stabs you

Stands better

And besides

Slapping me

His verse

Your eyes

Are off

Letting you

Can’t keep staring

Someone

Named from

A soft

Sparkling

A clock

Eaten

But me

Stiff fruit

Of a

Photo

Cut off