Diamond denizens delight in lighting up the night
These gentle rebels smite on sight all melanin-inclined discoursentery
Seven sores scored, try a diet deprived or at least of slightly less lemons
Like raw lionade
Pride under bright moon, like new womb
Sighs sound like tides, my mind lies the flume
Soon blooms the noon, where the juice hits the spoon
When I eschew the view from my gloom-cushioned room
All hope flees while the vile flies flow
The decrepit & diseased umbratile dies slow
Over bones grows ground where the billy goats graze
Still each blade of grass stands proud & brave
I’ll tell tall tales while my heart harks hail
Defiling by styling as spirit floats like a stone
Dissentient dome flees its geography
Radiance hints at the prince, but a frog’s what I be
Belying all the signs sung, wrong ones on the tongue
Nurtured scions slung swordward, enormous lores gore lords
Tilting the logans, organs spill at the hilt
Peace’s proponent left downhill to wilt
Valour balanced on blade frays the fabric
Simulacra of the gamma will stammer & stay static
I wave banners to draw bulls to the bruise
Stampede on the wound, what else can you do?
Enamoured Trojans combing the beach, biding the tides
Seaweed on the sand, intermittent grit & slide
Kittens kicked aside as pussycats call the cads
All the gaps make a lapse that perhaps makes us sad
Or am I lower, or Noah, no room for humans on my ark
The few men who loop the lasso are stupid to ask
Wrangling cattle when you could be fighting the battle
Equine trips dreams of pipes, ‘cause you sit there shining the saddle
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