Speak Your Peace: Judas

This piece was originally performed on May 22 @ Cha Island for our local Speak Your Peace event! It was awesome. You shoulda been. 

Now, if you could please stop

every fuck-suckin, tickin clock -- cause time will soon be departing

off- on a plane from this existence much like none of your dissonance

Ya must trust its about to get weird and then queerd and then just on and on after thaat

No tricks, I shit you not, I’m a fuckin space warlock

and I got endless treats in my invisible hat

You’ve nothing to fear, unless you take issue with queers

and if so , before you hit the door

lemme lick up them cishet tears

Cause those in the know call me Sharpe and rightfully goddamn so

my syntax will slice you slicker than any razor I wield in my professional field

and with precision my words will envelope your vision much like the glitter I drop as I chopchop

any busy-body cissy that can’t intimidate

So don’t be marshin in my mellow, I don’t hesitate

I will rough up any rough neck

Who thinks they have the audacity

to try and apply their motherfuckin posion to me

Because they can’t magic mischief with the likes of XE

But babes, you have everything in you that you need to be free

So says the sea and so says me

The otherworldly, extra-wordy ne’erdowhale with a fantastical curse

and indeed I’m quite bougie-bullshit adverse

Too sick of choking

So instead I flaunt love and scars like they’re a goddamn crown

Each cicatrix a sequin in my wizardy cloak

Reclaimed craters of the world’s sick tricks

Funkadelic relics of the powers I invoke

Weirdos please yell if you want to get down

I’m no flimsy, all whimsy

if you need that fix just ask cause i tote that shit in a flask

Cause I am the one and every master of mystery

Pipe up, space cadet

take a toke and learn to float

There’s no violence in these cuddle puddles but it can get consensually rough

Disrespect and I spank so good you’ll be biting your cuff

Ruff Ruff - all that tough attitude isn’t current -- so don’t rock my fuckin boat

For the way I sling my sass you’re sure to be defeated

All spies get up and please be seated

Or be bound to trip trying to skip the ripple of my lines

They transcend rhyme and I’m too damn fine

Ya it’s true, whats it to you

I’m 0000x years old and I’ve lived more stories than you’ve ever been told

Cosmic kavortin, teleportin and inciting mass orgies

are but a tip of the defiance and wunder that rushes from my soul

but if the beams too high a psi - lemme mix you a potion to rearrange your commotion

of backseat emotion

Chaos drives but she don’t steer

Maybe grip on to your moxy socks

It’ll probably be fine

Just sneak a quick breath

and pull the cap off your mind


--Judas