André Baca
	Bio   Pocket Machine Lower left hip got me a little pocket machine it beep & it buzz like whistles above it beam & it take from outer space it handles the mantle be it the candle that lights the fuse slices mandarin air with choice of its choose reaches my body & tells me the news Three numbers from my pocket machine lets me know her seeded deep feeling it's like a little bomb attached to my hip eye can feel its funk in fact eye feel its lick this be the heart in fact it be the tick never liked numbers they only serve the math eye take these three little digits & eye make them last signal sent laser bent caught this lasers planet Three numbers from my pocket machine lets me know her seeded deep feeling