24 o walter ring the doorbell there’s something i must say the weather’s hit a dryspell it served me on a tray i bore my second child in a barrel full of hay n now he has a headache his stomach has a pain ride-ride-ray daphne saw him coming upon his favorite steed she nearly popped the hopcakes to see her boy in lead o walter tell that woman that she has not to fear i’ve raised him as a walter on sawdust beans n beer o walter oh my walter’s shoes are soleless his wife is with the goats he’s slipping on the tarmac n falling in the moat he’s framing possibilities within the realm of time i had only come to warn him good friends are hard to find nsftm nsftm nsftm no sunlite for the media nsftm nsftm nsftm nsftm no sunlite for the media .......
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