Little deaths kept stripped of context
Slept next to the breasts of the soon-left
Rightfully rimose, reminders of time’s ghosts
Writing in slime the shifts of paradigm
Mind meanders, I’m tired of tangents
I desire to find my own grand rigadoon
Y’know, that state that feels like a womb
Y’know, a face that makes me swoon
Phatic, fatuous false smiles flourish
While I sit stewing in shit, malnourished
To not slit the wrists takes all of my courage
Knowing I’ll awake again, that I’ll live another day
I need sex, I need love
To not feel second best out of two
To not feel unneeded
I just want to feel needed
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