nuclear

it was a dreamy memean extreme seize the scenecontradiction of lean leadsincantations and prayer beadsdistant whispers in keen tweetshearty sleeves, empty deedsalice in repeat, malice in these streets,a mean feat in sleepy keepsfeed and seek these fleas on fleek.Creep, repeat, delete, leave.Different colour skins.Freeze.What, son?No, it was Sherlock.Again.

sieges

On pristine sands of palm tree lined, ocean tides, we let you roll in. You bowled out with our lives. You use our heritage as gimmick, selling my culture back to me, replacing my roots, with white noise philosophy. You latch on to our art, and everyone who identifies, like a coup to erase my […]