(1:11)my new money is old news these dollar bills decide that i can’t choose the bear in the winter that can’t fall asleep melting ice to make tea so we lose it parachutist opening late a funeral holiday on the way down down down down gone to the gills ‘n’ born without dollar bills suddenly scuba at a hundred meters with no tank foggedup mask ‘n’ no fins some just can’t win/
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