Sunday Afternoon (2:00)
Well I feel lonely here playing chess solo
No one to talk to nowhere new to go
Until I see her stroll up sporting a smile
Breaking the mold the rank and file
Sunday afternoon
Lord going to take away my soul soon
Picnic weather can lift yr wrinkles
But black holes can steal yr twinkles
All the books written from age to age
Reading with the humility of a sage
Sunday afternoon Lord take my soul soon
I just feel it cos it’s Sunday afternoon
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