Expansion Phase
D cups in halter bikinis bounce in Cadillac’s Smooth chrome for 10 miles straight
The A/C blasts - nipples tough as the diamond piercings lodged within
I’m walking like after a pick up - steel air ducts rattle - shiny glow of ambition and senseless debauchery
Punching the ATM screen into the BIG ONE
Cornrow white girls with Indian names, preaching as they call dad for coke money
Brightly coloured synthetic tea with oriental flavourings to detox your conscience
Resolve tight as pythons as legs spasm in flat 8b
I want summa that operational excellence - a strategic vision executed upon an insecure and impressionable market
Running each and every supply chain to permanent war for ultimate spiritual growth
I’m gonna mash out all the reasonings, smoke em from under the floorboards
Eliminate the filth! Cease their reproduction! Irrigate their eggs with bleach!
Suck out the nutrients and shit in the soil!
I have no precise memory of this
Still it rewinds again - in portable toilets, in favelas, merchant ships, detention camps, funerals, children’s birthdays
Everyone plunkin the twanger, floggin the dolphin - along with Rosey Palmer and her five sisters
Distant ejaculations shoot from Zone 1 to 6, Guildhall to Chesham, 8ball eyeballs,
With the final deviant being the happiest of all
Ameer Azad is our current Poet-in-Residence. Every now and then we find a voice that sings (or screams) to us. Those voices that show us something new - whether beautiful or repulsive - voices from out there that somehow resonate deeply. Voices we just 'get'. When that happens we graciously ask that they join us for a time. To live and scream along with us.
You can learn more about Ameer, his work and voice in his fantastic interview here.
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