Discography
Sun-shower folk-pop
LINER NOTES: The Soliloquy from 608 Dundas Street, A Play by Frisco Poinsetti
SCENE V: The Five Points
Camera commits flowerlingus on thin abalone flesh; my eye takes a wet bite
of you
aped crusader: Who lifts my mask
like a cloud drifting past the moon?
(a tirade spiced with clove
sparks over silence
in the cheap epic sections of town)
My cauldron tipped over itself.
Shadows slipped from speakers to
ink the brainstamp with virgin gold
wasser, a channel whose source has
soured since...
(tearing the R from his varsity sweater
he changes the paint into print)
...veined like the passion my paper
chased down hellbent limbs the
rainforest’s frozen bubbles spring
from feathery seedsh!t like beer
tapped back into trees;
(my eye takes a wet bite of you)
