B3: Pennies (1:32)
Penny pinching (I can’t fathom that sum)/Sunny wincing (I can’t look at the sun)
We’re not staring (Disease sharing, lifeless sparing)/Black eyes bearing (black eyes, eyes)/Now my back is burned slack I’ve turned into action/Can’t compete if we release a fraction of half we need/Not to keep but keep becoming less/A bag of receipts to prove we had it best/So I guess that guest can’t hide in a closet/Lost in it the cost is yet too little to size up/Penny pinching (I can’t fathom that sum)/Sunny wincing (I can’t look up)/We’re not staring/Black eyes bearing/Squint close tight (Images much clearer in the nite, figure seems much dimmer in the lite)
The British-Somali poet draws upon everything from leftfield folk to minimalist spoken-word, bound together by simple-yet-cutting wordplay. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2021