Death’s-head moth
Aster planetes, Renfield coughs
When the screams stop then all hope is lost
& though my throat grows frost, my bony toes step hot
Beg bottle & cot, spinning on great star-rock
In the lap of a river I feel the roots in my boots
Skipping in ecstatic loops, nuts add blood to the honey
While the colts bolt butter, the way I stutter is funny to one
Balls to it all
The ex-humorous bones too human to call
His internal halls installed with firewalls
He sired his fall, he wired it, vampires in squall
Prayers lost in air
Honestly, at least today, I don’t care
The drones may be warm & relocate the apiary
But here is where I’ll stay, ‘cause at least it’s not scary
The enigmatic punk-rap duo of Justin Pearson (The Locust, Swing Kids) and hip-hop producer Luke Henshaw make their long-awaited return. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 7, 2024