Radiant Husk
A dark alley's sax
sounds mapped over each other
In desperate layers
Robedoor
Like three elephants
Yoked together, lugging their
Lugubrious mass.
Sun Araw
The liminal space
Between rhythms, betwixt live
And recorded noise
Ducktails
Smudgey fingers on
glass, Morse code, and a "FUCK YOU"
to the metronome.
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