This sound, that stinks of dirty sneakers
(never boots, they’re meant for da smeris
speaks of djungel, uprooted flowerpots
(never flares, maybe strobelight analysis
strewn across the asfalt like the remains
(not the actual remains, mind, but echoes
of tribal war, racial war – bloooood! Yeah,
(not just like Junior Reid, more an actual
song of the thrice-dispossessed, sampled
(never played, not spat by some kannibal
to oblivion! AKA K-Town, Babylon. Chant
(but do not actually sing, try screaming --
until I find myself somewhere in Somalia,
buying Camels for the old man. Slutspurt.
About the author
Davey Dreamnation (1972–?) is an Australalian musician, vocalist, pirate and record-label owner who now lives 'in the third person'.