Quiet, subtle and queer, the man like Jesus.
He wore eyes like emerald in their sparkle-
Much like a warriors’ arms, disarming hostility.
Blessed are the peace makers.
Landscappy, abstacty, and smiling eyes.
Jerky, quick, generous and genius.
The philosopher is. And always laughing.
He’ll speak in tongues when no one is looking,
Buckdaft, nice one, take the piss, bang on, and cheers.
Oh and she knows pain, she’s so creative with it, that, and those liquid Caucasians’ she’s an artist-princess and he has such cool hair, he’ll rouse the crew for a drink or two.
I feel hope; it emanates from the wall of this new expression. Roxie’s a dreaklock dog that aint dreading so well.
Oh well, he’ll ramble us through and explain it better than any of us, with fire.
Add tunes and she’ll capture our faces landscaped in a dream.
They are… iconic, apocalyptic, heretical, emerging, failing…
and they are friends.