Wednesday, June 21, 2017

CLINGY

"Clingy guy has got my back
  And damn my front as well
   Even my side to side, to these fly ass pumps.."
Clingy girl storifies after meeting clingy guy - goosebumps!
They set themselves on fire,
Rumours cook up ears that they share a pair of shoes and socks
Wick within, each weekend they step into each other and cry

One day carefree guy comes around with clock in crown
Rescues clingy girl who is nearly burnt into ash from hopeful flicker
Plops teardrops in his eyes
Comes riding at the back of a crocodile
Mops tears off her eyebrows, but walks over the bridge of her nose
Clingy girl cries fowl
Bawls about how she thought of frying cow meat before coming in contact with the beef

Carefree girl walks in and takes a seat,
Carefree guy is the one selling tickets and screening face
Carefree girl empties inbox
And mind, detox via smiles and she talks of salvation by hovering over horoscopes
Clingy girl finger-loops hair, fever-shoots curled speech about how well inclined carefree guy is
Sits in line but never her turn to tame the musical chair on which carefree guy sits
Carefree girl calibrates torso to drum roll between clingy girl's chorus
Sends morse code to carefree guy
Who loses his senses and buys attention

Clingy girl stays in their mentions
Carefree girl fades her presence after carefree guy traces her essence
Clingy girl keeps the remote control and bolts from home
Carefree girl becomes the TV
Carefree guy plugs in a CD and plays himself on repeat
Clingy girl asks for a disjointed threesome,
Meaning their triangle could all be 'together' but not really 'together'
Her reason as grapevine makes into wine is to get carefree guy 'to get her'

That she hates carefree girl's tender breath, secure perfume,
Preference of peppered pose and guts (as hell)..
Clingy guy meets carefree guy
Handshakes with all masculine gestures in check and nearly palm-breaks
Equates himself to carefree guy because he thinks they're "both on fire" and "its not so bad, unless minds get smoked after attires."
Carefree girl chuckles and sighs
Clingy girl says carefree girl thinks she's the 'coolness' they desire

Homeless Minds

Tuesday, June 06, 2017

kwame write - protruded plastics (prod. drumnayshin)



Buy 'Bloodlines' on bandcamp: https://kwamewrite.bandcamp.com/releases

Protruded Plastics video was directed, shot & edited by Wanlov the Kubolor at North Kaneshie and Korle Gorno in Accra.

Bloodlines serves as a revo poetry with music data stream treating a nation like an organ, a continent like a body and the globe like soul. An uncut splurge of visual metaphors forged into recited poetry and fast paced rhythmic rap in fusion with Ghana's Ebo Taylor and Alhaji K. Frimpong's highlife chops cooked by ProdbyYungFly and Drumnayshin; who mixed and mastered all the pieces except Woyaaya produced by Adultree.

Live taps by Burkinabe genius Lasso, alternative EDM influenced tapes from Euiv's Baltimore den and afro house plugs from South African sounds king Mo Laudi by way of Paris. The themes are one and all - based on blessing of earth, water, wind and fire.

Bloodlines comes after the 6-track EP 'Public Verses Announcement' and a series of collaboratory poetry albums- 'Vocal Portraits'. The artist rants out some social commentary concerning black world modern slavery, water pollution, illegal mining and plastic waste. Folk storytelling and groovy sounds explore and subvert the sonic landscape of Ghana, in all its intensity, funkiness, absurdity and flair. Released May 1, 2017

Monday, May 15, 2017

cranes over accra

tickling steel skeleton biceps tease over shoulder blades of glass pinnacles with tips cutting through air like piny pineapples piled on headpans head-anchored on folded rag deadpan drowsy discoid clouds get fingered by air china plane farting out malformed moans,
"korle is no where near the airport"
"they say we all drink the same water"
the beaming droops down bare barely hairy brown chests as the background music stirs chalewote-less feet
of these Bukom beach kids eyeing 30 feet high stretched out polythene-raped broomstick kite caught on new high rise coveting their lotto booth bedrooms into its shadow
thoroughfare-trained stray dog catcalled rambo in neighbourhood spills out of alley randomly ridiculously rowdy, gets tossed off by buzanga biker madly caresses her fangs with tongue bloody | crawls into a giant blow 30 feet away
unlearning death hair sleeps like nungua compound house coconut leaves in sinister dry season smirk mouths go (oh) lips crack but chop off many an (ei) trotro tuckles into arm's reach of red yellow green lotto booth
as if kowtowing to traffic light bereft of life,
throws out shy guy who blows air into heavy suit mops off sweat and barely moves sidewalk-strung guy's side pocket cries odds he picks call as the first ring hatches, voice punches fused languages on loud speaker girlfriend gossips of gold teeth in germany
and how her popping pussy meditates on ambitions to block out the century gymnasium accessory made of twin nido tin cans separated by rusty iron bar stolen from shaft of tired car lies at his feet eyes weight-lift the shito-strong sunray licks meanwhile, skyscrapers bathed in blonde put out banners that read "too much to afford me"
yellow caterpillars long to mouth kiosks bundled in front of same point where trotro, now makeshift-ambulance collects dead rambo's corpse red and yellow face-painted hearts of oak fc supporter tarpaulins nose
is attracted to swaying coconut seller's shiny cutlass making a scoop from fiberous ovum wall tetteh quarshie tells us visual cocoa dream stories buried in traffic jams leading to jamestown
a mother from nowhere strips in the streets and cries of being milked by a shrink
while referred to drink water to heal doors shut on the ghana capital's skies and door knob is moon less lit tonight