(1:00)past the fire the pacifier the warmth of fires past the carnival in the poison sky that holds us like a cast the dried out clouds will misbehave ‘n’ yearn to be the worst deep below in endless caves we forget thirst cut a pattern in the ground align our tents with the sounds that tell us where the walls are ‘n’ where to go…down/
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