cactus carpets calling out
they shout, "O, Lord! O, God!" they shout
flowing in rush choral crush
cacophony and the cherubs blush
you fell asleep reading the old testament
you rest yr head on the bible once again
you fell asleep reading the old testament
you rest yr head on the bible twice again
did you see yr eyes closed on genesis?
ink on cheeks, i'll wipe it off my skin
sandstorms snare drums sweep
precipitate, let these clouds leak
brush across the back of neck
the holy ghost hides holy wreck
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