(1:38)(first ‘n’ second heartsounds are variable in intensity…three) stuck yr head inside the museum picture frame struck by a hammer head opened ‘n’ maimed ‘n’ painted with blood skin covers the canvas a mechanism a real body the head all slanted is the st(r)and broken? ‘n’ the eyes are they cracked? no one is circles our angles are unpacked fleeing into waves but this color isn’t blue green taped a real piece of flesh ‘n’ we don’t see…eyes in mirrors or are the eyes just a mean median modes of expression what we’ve done in one homemade bracelet as if being begun is not simply tracing/
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